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My Little Sister's Boobs by MarkStrange Copyright© 2021 by MarkStrange “What’s wrong, Susie?” My sister was obviously distressed. I can’t say we were close or that I even normally paid her much attention, but I could tell that she’d been feeling bad about something lately, and because we were in private, in my room with the door closed, I took the opportunity to be a good big brother. “Oh nothing,” she replied in a forlorn voice. “You can trust me, Susie. I know you’ve been feeling down. I’m your brother, and I can tell that something’s wrong.” She looked me in the eyes for a few seconds, and her expression made me sad. “I don’t want to get into it, Mark. I appreciate your concern, I really do, but you wouldn’t understand.” Well, I never had to be much of a brother before that day, but after seeing the obvious pain she was in I couldn’t simply drop it. “Susie, it’s just you, me and Mom now. Neither of us has a father to talk to anymore, so I’m the closest thing you have to a man who loves you, and I want you to tell me what’s bothering you.” Just then, her lower lip trembled and a tear ran down her cheek. “I have no boobs!” she blurted out. And with that, Susie began to sob. The way she said it was so pitiful that I stifled a sob of my own and sat next to her on the bed, putting my arm around her and gently pulling her close. “Girl, you don’t need big boobs,” I said after she calmed down a bit. “And anyway, you’re too young for boobs! You’re only thirteen.” “No I’m not!” she shot back with a quick turn of her head, looking up at me. “Giselle has boobs. She’s had them for almost six months, and they’re getting bigger and bigger. I can’t even wear a training bra!” Susie’s lip was still trembling, but I couldn’t argue with her about Giselle. That girl was a budding knockout. “Well, everyone matures at different rates,” I said as soothingly as I could. “You’ll grow boobs, I promise. It’s just a matter of when and how big, and so what if they don’t grow as big as Giselle’s? Maybe you’re meant to have small boobs. If so, that’s no big deal, many guys like small ones.” None of what I said seemed to make Susie feel any better. “Mark, do you think I don’t know that boys like girls with boobs? All the guys in school want to be with Giselle, and no guy has even tried to be with me. She already has a boyfriend, and as a matter of fact she’s had him as a boyfriend since right when her boobs started growing.” I admit it, my balls clenched at the thought of hooking up with a girl right when her breasts started developing and then getting to watch them grow. Especially a girl as pretty as Giselle... Susie was pretty, too, by the way. Actually very pretty, I thought, but maybe I was biased since she’s my sister. She had a fresh happy face - well, happy until recently - with a few freckles, bright friendly eyes, a beautiful smile, adorable teeth, and a nice slim young body. She just didn’t have “curves” like Giselle. “Mark, Giselle has been having sex with her boyfriend for all this time. I’ve never even kissed a boy!” “Oh, you’ll get a boyfriend someday,” was all I could think to say. “Don’t rush things!” She sat there staring at the floor. I could tell she was holding something in. Something pretty important. “Mark, when I said Giselle has ‘sex’ with her boyfriend, it’s not exactly that. She’s still a virgin, but she gives him blowjobs.” I was in shock that Susie even knew what a blowjob was. Where did she learn that? I hadn’t even had a blowjob yet! Oh well, I guess I knew some things about sex when I was her age. I tried to console my sister, but the thought of Giselle giving blowjobs pierced my mind, and an image of her sucking my cock entered through the wound. “And Mark? She swallows his cum.” ... Whoa. [Give me a second to catch my breath.] Giselle swallows... Oh my God! But my little sister knows about this kind of stuff already? “And I think that’s what’s making her boobs grow.” I was in the shower the next day, stroking my morning wood as usual. With my eyes closed, the water spraying my face and chest, I was thinking about Giselle and imagining her on her knees with my cock in her mouth. It didn’t take long before a wave of pleasure overcame me and a spasming ejaculation ensued, my cum literally gushing as I pictured her sucking it out of me and drinking it down. I came so hard I had to steady myself against the glass door until I was able to recover. I finished my shower as usual, wiping the cum off the wall before turning off the water and opening the door. “Susie! What are you doing in here?” She was sitting on the closed toilet seat, facing the shower door, and I caught her staring between my legs before quickly looking away. “I’m sorry, Mark! Please forgive me!” I could see her face turning redder by the second. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist to cover myself. “Well, answer the question. What the heck are you doing in here?” Susie and I shared a bathroom with doors adjoining our bedrooms, but she had never come in while I was in it, and she certainly never snuck in to watch me in the shower! “I wanted to see you jack off,” she softly responded, her face still turned away. “You saw that?” Her eyes met mine and in a quiet voice, almost a whisper, she replied. “Yes.” How embarrassing! My own sister saw me beat my meat and squirt cum all over the shower wall! It took me a few seconds to compose myself. “But what made you think I’d be doing that in the shower?” “Well, you always take long showers and I kind of guessed that was the reason,” was her sheepish response. That hit me like a ton of bricks. My little sister guessed that I was jerking off in the shower, and actually saw me do it! “I don’t know what to say, Susie. I’m sorry you had to see that.” “I didn’t have to see it, Mark. I wanted to, and I’m glad I did.” “Why?” I asked. “Why would you want to see your own brother jacking off?” This was getting really weird. “Mark, when I told you that Giselle gives her boyfriend blowjobs and swallows his cum, and that I think that’s what’s causing her boobs to grow, I was serious. I’ve read that semen has many sorts of proteins and hormones and other unique ingredients, and I want to try some to see if it’ll help mine grow.” I was dumbstruck. “You read about semen?” “Yes, and I want to try some. I don’t have a boyfriend, obviously, and I don’t really even want a boyfriend, so you’re the only person I can think of who’d be able to give me some. Would you, Mark? Please?” My sister was staring intently into my eyes, pleading with me to provide her with cum... “Well, how could I possibly do that, Susie? You’re my sister!” “Maybe you could jack off into a cup instead of spraying it on the wall. Then you could leave the cup for me here in the bathroom and I could try it like that. Would that be okay?” There I was, in nothing but a towel, dripping water on the floor and discussing the sharing of my cum with my sister! It was almost too bizarre, but the innocent look on her face and her begging puppy dog eyes were melting my resistance. I needed to put an end to the conversation before I might do something really stupid. “I’ll have to think about it, Susie. Don’t come in here and watch me tomorrow, but if I decide to do it, I’ll leave the cup right here on the sink.” I spent all day considering Susie’s request. Could I do it? Sure. I jerked off several times a day anyway, and it would be easy enough to do it in a cup. But should I? Should I let my sister taste my cum? How weird is that! That night, as I lay in bed after masturbating to my last orgasm of the day, I drifted off to sleep, still unsure about what to do. I woke up early the next morning and, as usual, my dick was hard. I could feel the pulse throbbing in my balls and a wet stain had already formed in my underwear. Without a second thought, I pulled it out and wrapped my fingers around it, stroking lightly at first, then gradually picking up the pace. Visions of girls sucking me off were drifting in my head. Giselle, girls from school, girls from magazines. My orgasm was building and my balls were tightening, and just as I was about to cum I grabbed the paper cup from my nightstand, stood up, aimed my cock, closed my eyes, and shot rope after rope into the cup before my spasms subsided. By that point, my knees were weak and I was leaning against the bed, so I put the cup on the nightstand and laid back down. When it was time to get ready for school, I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and left the cup on the sink... Susie and I went to different schools, and my classes started before hers, so we rarely saw each other in the morning, and that day was no exception. When I got home from school, I went to my room and started on my homework. A little while later, I heard a soft knock on the door. “Mark, may I come in?” “Sure, Susie.” She came in and shut the door. “Thank you for leaving me the cup.” She was standing with her back to the door, watching my expression. I really had no idea what to say. My sister was thanking me for leaving her some of my cum... After a bit of awkward silence, I gave in to my curiosity. “Did you try it?” “Yes!” she gasped. She was staring into my eyes with kind of a blank look. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. “Well, how was it?” I asked. “I liked it. It tasted good, and it was kind of warm and slippery going down my throat.” “So, did you grow giant boobs?” We both laughed like hyenas. “I don’t think it works that fast!” she said, still cracking up. “No, I imagine it takes more than one little taste,” I offered, chuckling some more at our private joke. But Susie stopped laughing... “Can I have some more?” One day, Susie burst into my room. “It’s working!” she exclaimed with a look of pure delight on her sweet little face. “Oh really,” I deadpanned, not believing her for a second. “I’ll show you!” And with that, Susie lifted her shirt, exposing two tiny tit buds. “Thank you so much for helping me, Mark. I know it’s probably no fun cumming into a cup, and I’d like to show my appreciation.” “Oh? And how do you propose to do that?” “Well, I was thinking. I always lose some because it sticks to the sides of the cup. What if I let you just squirt it into my mouth? Would that be better for you?” It’s a good thing I was sitting down for that because I almost fainted. These past few weeks had warped my mind into a state of, well, not confusion so much as focus. I no longer thought about Giselle or other girls while masturbating. Instead, I only thought of Susie drinking my cum. I was focused on it, and could hardly think of anything else. Just the idea of it was all I needed to let loose with stream after stream up to four or five times a day. I realized that this whole situation was highly improper. Perverted, even. But I couldn’t help it, and didn’t want to. I would get hard at just the thought of it, even mere minutes after cumming. I had the best orgasms I had ever had, imagining my sister swallowing my cum, day after day, in the hope that she would grow boobs. “Well, Susie, that’s actually a good idea, and I think it’s worth a try. If we both like it better, that would be a good alternative. Why don’t you come over here and sit on the floor between my legs.” And with that, I whipped out my dick and Susie sat nice and close, watching intently as I began to masturbate. The look in her eyes was highly arousing, and I worked myself up to what promised to be a powerful orgasm. Pre-cum had started to ooze out, some seeping onto my hand, and she was staring at my cock with such wonder, such an expression of devotion, even respect, that it was all I could do to stand up. “Okay, Susie, close your eyes and open your mouth.” No sooner had I finished croaking out that sentence than the first blast shot out, splashing onto her chin, lower lip and tongue. I fixed my aim and was then able to deliver spurt after spurt right into her mouth. Like a good girl, she took it all, a look of pure gratitude on her angelic little face. Finally I was spent, and she opened her eyes, staring at the dripping tip of my cock while she closed her mouth and easily swallowed it down before licking her lips and using her fingers to get what was still on her chin. At the sight of that, I was just about overcome with a shiver that felt like an electric shock. I was barely able to sit back down without falling. “Wow, Susie, that was much better than the cup. Did you like it?” “Yes I did!” she breathlessly replied. “It was warmer, and I enjoyed the feel of it hitting the insides of my mouth. I’m sorry I missed that first bit, but I’d like to do it that way from now on if you don’t mind, and I promise I’ll get better at catching it all.” “No, I don’t mind, Susie. Now go do your homework. You can come back when you’re done.” One Saturday morning, Susie asked if she could try stroking me so I wouldn’t have so much to do and could relax better. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to make you cum, but I’d like to try. And if I do, I’d like to aim it and keep my eyes open while you shoot into my mouth. Would that be okay with you?” “Uh, sure, Susie. I’m willing to let you try that. Your little hand might feel even better than mine, actually. Let’s find out. Here, get up on your knees.” I pulled my shorts down, spread my legs, and let Susie grip my throbbing cock while I sat and watched. “Is this okay?” she asked while tenderly moving the skin up and down and staring at my meat. “Yeah, Susie, you’re doing great. Would you like to hold my balls, too, with your other hand?” “Yes, I would. I’ll be very gentle.” “Thank you, they’re quite sensitive, but your soft warm hand will feel nice cupping and rubbing them while you stroke my dick with the other. Okay, I’ll be quiet while you get used to it. If you do anything wrong I’ll let you know. I’m sure you’ll do great, though.” Well, Susie did better than I expected. She had the perfect touch. Not too hard, not too soft, not too fast or slow. In fact, she seemed to know exactly when to speed things up, I guess from watching me do it so many times. “Oh, Susie, that’s good. Don’t stop.” And with a determined look of sisterly love, Susie milked me to what at that point was the best orgasm of my life. “Oh, yeah ... Oh ... Get ready Susie!” Actually, she was already holding her mouth open right near the tip of my cock, apparently knowing just how close I was. “Oh ... Ohhhhh ... Ohhhhhhhhhh!” I fed Susie a big load that day, and she didn’t miss a drop. She even moaned a bit while I came, and murmured softly as she drank it down. “Wow, Susie, that was great. Thank you!” “No, Mark. Thank you! You are such a good brother to help me like this. Here, would you like to see my titties?” “Sure!” She pulled up her shirt to show me, and wow, she really was growing boobs! I couldn’t believe it! They were still very small, but they were starting to look like real tits! “Susie, next time you give me a handjob I’d like you to take your shirt off so I could look at them. In fact, from now on, I always want you to take your titties out so I can see how you’re progressing. You sure are starting to grow nice ones.” “Thank you for saying that, Mark! It’s all thanks to you. And yes, I will always show them to you from now on.” “Great! Okay, get going. You have chores to do.” “Would it be okay if I close my mouth around it while you cum?” Susie asked me one night. “This way I’d be sure to get it all and won’t have to concentrate so much on aiming, and I could focus on getting better at jacking you off.” She asked this while staring mesmerized at my drooling cock as she massaged it and gently fondled my balls. “Sure, Susie, that’s a good idea.” By this time, Susie was an expert. She had learned just how to get me to cum long and hard, every time. She’d been practicing for quite a while now, and was an excellent student, always doing exactly what I told her to. “By the way, your titties are beautiful, Susie. Would you mind if I touch them?” “No, Mark, I think I’d like that. Besides, you’ve been so good to me, I couldn’t possibly refuse a request from you.” And with that, I softly squeezed her little tits and nipples, eliciting quiet sighs of pleasure while she jerked me off. Next thing I knew, I felt a strange sensation and looked down just in time to see her pretty little mouth engulf the head of my dick. “Oh, Susie! Ohhhhhhhh...” I don’t know if I can fully describe how it felt to cum in Susie’s mouth that day, but let me tell you, it was amazing. She was so good, used such an absolutely perfect amount of suction and swirled her tongue around so sweetly, I was afraid I’d just about choked her with gusher after gusher of hot cum, but she effortlessly swallowed it down in repeated gulps until she was done. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and when I opened them again my sister was looking up at me with an expression of deep reverence, still gently sucking the head of my cock. “I love you, Susie.” I don’t know why I said it at that time, but I sure meant it. I’m not the type to get all sappy about stuff like that, but she was such a little angel. “I love you, too, Mark,” she replied after sliding her lips from my dick as we gazed into each other’s eyes. “Okay, get going on your homework and study for that test. You can come back before bedtime if all your work is done.” “Yes, sir!” she joked, bounding up and putting her t-shirt back on before shimmying her little butt out of my room. One day, after weeks of finishing me in her mouth, Susie had a request. “Mark, may I give you a blowjob?” “A blowjob?” “Yes. I think I’d be good at it, and I’d really like to try.” “Well, okay. Take your shirt off and come over here.” I put the pillow down between my legs for her to kneel on, and over she came, her little boobs looking so cute. She had a beautiful flat stomach, too. Not muscular, but not an ounce of fat. Just perfect. Before she got down, I had a request of my own. “Susie, would you take your shorts off and just kneel here in your panties?” “Okay, Mark, if you think you’d like that.” “Yes, I think I would. Thank you.” After a few seconds of struggling with her button and zipper, she slid the shorts down, bending at the waist, and stepped out of them. Her panties were a pale pink. Not bikinis, but more of a brief design. Very nice, though... I was sitting with my hands folded behind my head and my hardon pointing straight up at her as usual, waiting for the first blowjob of my life. Not wasting a second, Susie knelt down and gently put her mouth on my cock, sucking the head like she always did when I came. Then she went down further... “That’s a good girl,” I whispered. “Just like that. Nice and soft, up and down. Good girl. Hold my balls.” She had two free hands now, so she was able to cradle one in each, and she held them softly while she sucked and slowly bobbed on my shaft. “Oh, Susie, that feels great. You are such a good girl. Just keep doing it like that until you’re done.” She closed her eyes and sucked me, kneeling between my legs in her pretty panties with her little tits pointing down. I reached out and gently squeezed one, rubbing my fingers along her hardening nipple while she made quiet mewling sounds, sliding her lips up and down on the slickened shaft of my dick. I could see her cheeks sucking in on the up-strokes and could feel her tongue sliding along the underside on the way down as she went deeper and deeper until I was just barely hitting the back of her throat. When she knew I was ready, I noticed her nostrils flaring a bit as she pumped me faster and faster, waiting to gulp down my cum. “Oh, Susie! Oh ... Ohhhh ... Ohhhhhhhh!” She didn’t stop bobbing up and down when I came, and I came harder than I ever had in my life. I was delirious, thrusting up into her sucking mouth as she moaned and swallowed. I watched her face the whole time while she drained my balls. Wow, I couldn’t believe how great it felt. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked into mine, still gently sucking as much of my meat as she could fit in her mouth and holding my deflated testicles. “Come up here, Susie.” She slid her mouth off until her lips closed and she swallowed the last remnants of my orgasm. I took her into my arms and hugged her like I never had before, my wet cock pressing against her soft belly and between her tits as she wrapped her arms around my neck and held me tight. “I love you, Susie,” I whispered. “I love you, too, Mark.” “Rub your clit, Susie.” Susie was giving me my third blowjob of the day when I decided to see if she could also give herself an orgasm. She was already an expert at sucking me off and had been practicing diligently for well over a month, always getting me to cum like a racehorse. I had wondered if she ever masturbated, especially after swallowing my hot loads and going back to her room, but for some reason we had never discussed it. At my direction, she instantly slid her hand down between her legs and rubbed herself through her panties, still cupping my balls with her other hand and slurping my shaft without hesitation. I had a hand on her head, guiding her with a light touch, but as I watched her fingers diddle her clit, I began to push her down a little harder. She was really moaning now, sucking my cock with abandon. I moved my hand to one of her beautiful tits and held it as she brought herself to a shuddering climax, never pausing her bobbing head. “Keep rubbing it, Susie, but I want you to hold off cumming again until I do.” This seemed to excite Susie even more as she began throating me faster and faster. I could feel the cum welling up in my balls, getting ready to boil over and coat her tonsils. “That’s a good girl. Don’t stop.” Susie sucked harder and harder, trying to swallow my whole dick, even gagging a little, but she never slowed down. As always, she was completely focused on finishing me off, and this time, she’d be finishing us both off at once. She was so hot, worshipping my cock and working her clit, I couldn’t last another second. I put my hand back on her head and held her down while I blasted my load into her swallowing throat. “Mmmmmmm ... Mmmmmmmmmm ... Mmmmmmmmm...” Susie moaned around my cock as she convulsed in ecstasy while gulping it down. “That’s a good girl,” I finally cooed, gently petting her head as she sucked the last drops up through my softening shaft. Several weeks later... “Lick my balls.” At my command, Susie immediately nuzzled her nose under my scrotum and began lapping with quite arousing slurping sounds. While slowly stroking my cock, she licked, kissed and gently sucked my balls, making my entire nutsack slick with her saliva and rubbing her now-glistening face on it, exactly as I had trained her to do. “That’s a good girl,” I said after a minute or so. “Okay, put your mouth back on it.” I no sooner got the words out when she was back to throating my meat. Susie had learned that I liked it when she masturbated while sucking my dick, and she always waited until I was ready to cum before bringing us both to orgasm. She was doing so today while eagerly servicing me, and I could tell that she was quite aroused. “Mmmmmmmng ... Mmmmmmmng...” Susie gurgled around my cock, her eyes closed in rapture as she concentrated on extracting my seed. “That’s good, Susie,” I whispered, working her head up and down while gripping her ponytail. Her hand was in her panties and, as usual, I could see her fingers moving from my view in the mirror behind her. [By the way, that mirror was one of the greatest home improvement ideas I have ever had.] Looking back down, I watched her tits jiggle as she sucked me faster and faster. “Oh, Susie ... Uhhhhhh...” Over and over I pushed her head down, and each time I could feel myself penetrating her throat. Her fingers worked her clit more and more urgently. “Suck it harder,” I instructed, and she immediately complied. “That’s it, Susie. I want you to cum now with my cock deep.” And with that, I held her down while she madly rubbed her clit and sucked me until we both came loudly, my creamy load gushing into her throat as she moaned and swallowed before coming up for a quick breath. ... “Whew, that was great, Susie. Thank you for being such a good girl,” I said softly as we held each other’s gaze, a beautiful loving look in her eyes as she still gently sucked me. “You sure have a pretty butt, Susie.” Susie was lying face down on my bed with her panties around her knees while giving me my afternoon blowjob. She knew not to speak during a blowjob, and besides, I was holding the back of her head, so all she could do was make cute sounds to thank me for the compliment, but I sure meant it. She had the nicest little bottom. In fact, it wasn’t just her tits and buns that were appealing. Her whole body had developed quite alluringly in the time we’d been working on it. And I say we’d been “working” on it because I had been giving Susie exercise instructions in addition to her cum doses, and between running and doing calisthenics such as jumping jacks and sit-ups, Susie used some light dumbbells during her workouts, and her body had really responded. She was simply beautiful in every way, and I’m not just saying that because she’s my sister. “That’s it, Susie, rub your clit on the pillow. I like to watch your little butt squirm.” Susie had a pillow between her legs so she could use both hands on my balls. She had become adept at caressing them, both with her hands and with her mouth, and I often found that to be helpful in building up a big cumload. Watching her writhing buttocks as she humped a pillow also helped in that regard. Susie had taken to putting her hair in a top-knot for my blowjobs so that I could hold her by the ponytail on top of her head if I wanted to, and as she became more aroused by the combination of sucking my cock and grinding into the pillow, I took a firm grip and began to fuck her mouth. “That’s a good girl. Relax your throat. Good girl.” I was getting deeper and deeper into Susie’s throat in those days. I never tried to force her to take more than she could comfortably handle, but she had continued to improve in that area, as she had in all areas. “Oh, Susie, you’re gonna get a big load this time. Get ready.” Of course Susie was always prepared for whatever I could deliver, but I guess it felt good to say stuff like that sometimes. “Uhhh! Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhh!” I grunted as I blasted her tonsils with cum, holding her head steady while she bucked in orgasm, thrashing against the pillow and moaning right along with me as she drank it down. After a minute or so, I took my cock out of her mouth and laid down next to her on the bed, my head near her hip. I reached over, pulled up her panties, and rubbed and patted each cheek a few times. “Okay, go do your homework now and come back when you’re done.” Susie’s boobs had grown to a respectable size, I’d guess somewhere between a B- and a C-cup, and they were exquisite. They weren’t what you’d call “torpedoes,” exactly, but they did have kind of a point to them, and her slightly puffy areolas and protruding nipples contributed to that. I know what you’re probably thinking by now. Were they growing because of the semen consumption or simply as a natural result of her age? As much as I loved supplying her with all the cum I possibly could, I did think about that and realized that I couldn’t honestly say. It wasn’t as if I knew if the cum loads had an effect or not. There was no way to actually know. So what should I have done? She’d have been heartbroken if I ended our routine, and as much as I realized that it was kind of perverted to be feeding my little sister the output of my every orgasm, she seemed to enjoy it and I wouldn’t have wanted to risk stunting her development if that really was the reason she was growing such gorgeous tits. “Susie, would you mind if I lick your clit while you blow me today?” “Of course not, Mark. You’ve been so kind to me, I couldn’t possibly refuse any request you may have. Besides, I think I might like it.” “Okay, great. How about you take your panties off and climb right on top of me.” And with that, Susie peeled off her panties and we got into a 69 position. You might assume that I’d seen her pussy before, but actually I hadn’t. Up until that day, there was never a reason to, but now that it was just inches from my face, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful it was. I’d seen plenty of pussies in magazines, but none as nice as Susie’s, and that’s no lie. She had a sparse and soft looking bush with a curly wisp of hair directly above her clit, a few little beauty marks around her vulva, and such lovely pink lips. Just perfect. Like a flower. It was the prettiest thing I had ever seen, and to this day I can’t imagine anything prettier in the whole world. After a moment I realized that I’d been breathing in the scent of Susie’s nether regions, and it was such a heavenly and arousing fragrance that I felt like my cock might have grown an inch or two. Even though I had orgasmed only a couple of hours earlier, I was so rock hard that I could barely stand it. And when I felt Susie’s mouth slide onto it, my eyes rolled back in my head. I reached up and held my hands on Susie’s butt cheeks and gently coaxed her down to where I could get my lips on her pussy, and I have to say, it was the greatest moment of my life to that point. Her taste, combined with her scent, combined with my hands on her ass, combined with her loving mouth on my dick, was enough to cause a gusher of cum to instantly plaster her throat. I don’t think I had ever cum so fast, and all I could feel for a minute was the pulse throbbing in my head. I held her there and licked and sucked her clit until she moaned around my cock and came hard. Whew! That was some day, folks. Seriously, even all these years later I get hard at the memory of it, and I can still remember every detail including how her thighs muffled my ears to the point that I could hardly hear her moans. I think I need to take a break from writing right now ... Whew. “That’s good, Susie.” Susie had continued to develop physically and was almost ready to graduate to a C-cup by then. “Lick it when your titties get down to my balls.” She was naked, kneeling between my legs, her soft full breasts pressed around my spit-slickened shaft, and was earnestly using them to stroke it. Now she began to lick the head when she got close enough to do so. “Oh, that’s nice,” I added, which brought a pleasant smile to her face. Susie continued like this for some time, sliding her magnificent mounds along the length of my cock, and had begun to pop the head into her mouth and tongue it for a second on each stroke. I let her keep doing that for as long as I was able, watching my pretty little sister so pleasingly tit-fuck my meat, but it was all I could take before I was ready to give her her evening cum dose. “Okay, you can suck it now.” Susie immediately wrapped her mouth around my cock and slid it all the way down, still squeezing her moistened tits and now rubbing her nipples on my balls. “Oh ... Ohhh!” I exclaimed, holding her down with one hand, and shot a giant load of cum into the back of her throat. After watching her swallow it down and taking a minute to recover, I decided to try something new. “Get up on the bed, close your eyes, and spread your legs,” I directed, and Susie immediately obeyed. Wow, what a beautiful pussy. Really, my writing skills aren’t worthy of doing it justice. Just so perfect... I slid on my stomach between her legs and took another moment to gaze at her. Such a pretty thing... Then I wrapped my arms under her thighs and rested my hands on her belly while I took her clit into my mouth and began to tenderly lick it. Susie let out a sexy sigh, causing my fully drained cock to stir. Damn, she was fine. I took some of her soft belly meat into one of my hands while I gently grasped the tuft of hair above her clit with the other, pulling back her hood with it and randomly sliding my tongue all along her tasty slit, sometimes down to her little pink butthole, eliciting an immediate humping response, with Susie’s hips lifting right off the bed whenever I did that. She was breathing harder and I knew she was close, so I went back to her clit and stayed on it while holding her down with my arms. No longer teasing, I wanted to make Susie cum, and I knew just how hard to suck and how lightly to lick. In a few seconds, I was rewarded with the sight and feel of a writhing, heaving, moaning girl whose contractions I could actually feel in my hands and on my chin. By this point in our lives, I knew how Susie liked to cum and I slowed down at just the right time, still softly sucking but without licking her sensitive clit any further. Soon I could feel her whole body relax, and I slowly released my grip on her belly and pubic hair, sliding my lips off of her clit. “You can open your eyes now,” I whispered. We gazed at each other for a few delicious seconds... “Okay, get dressed and go finish the rest of your homework,” I said with a happy smile, and of course she wasted no time complying. I was going to write about the first time I held Susie by her earlobes or about the first time I spanked her, but I think I should wrap this story up now. The authorities are probably using artificial intelligence to sift through this website, and I may have already disclosed too much. In summary, Susie and I kept up our routine for quite some time. I continued to feed her every drop of cum that I could produce, and we always found ways to make it more interesting. Her boobs ended up growing slightly larger, and we were both very pleased with them. I suppose you’re wondering if I ever fucked Susie, and I can certainly understand that. Let me just say that I never fucked a woman until I was married. I should probably also mention that Susie is my wife.

Mall Strut I can't believe that I am really doing this. Walking in the mall, wearing slutty black pumps, a black silk mini-skirt with a tiny lace thong underneath, and a flimsy white silk blouse with just a thin lace bra underneath. The nervousness that I feel is causing tiny little beads of sweat to form and trickle down my blouse. I had a bet with my husband, over a stupid basketball game, with the loser having to do whatever the other wanted for a full day. I had his day all planned out, painting and doing all kinds of stuff around the house. I was sure that I was going to win, but here I am, in the mall looking like a prostitute. If I had known what he wanted me to do, I never would have taken the bet. I feel like a slut and I know that I look like one too, but somehow, a part of me is enjoying this. All of the men staring at me is really doing something to me. I can feel the moistness between my legs and an urge to show more of myself off. When I first started out today, I was very self conscious and kept my arms in front of my chest, but realizing that this just brought more attention to myself, I forced myself to act naturally; and soon I realized that I enjoyed their eyes undressing me. I have even found myself trying to catch men looking at me, watching their faces as their eyes wander all over my over-exposed body. Earlier I caught a teenage boy staring at me, and without even realizing what I was doing, I stretched my arms up, pressing my breasts against the blouse and enjoying the look on his face as he stared at my breasts straining the fabric of the blouse. I am supposed to meet my husband in the food court for some new instructions and I can only imagine what he has planned for me next. I think that those three guys are following me. As I stop and pretend to be interested in a window display, I notice that they are stopped also. As I continue on, I see that they are right behind me. I have to admit that as nervous as I am, I am also very turned on by this. Oops, I just dropped my purse. As I bend over to pick it up, I can feel this tiny silk skirt ride up my behind and my nearly naked ass is exposed to them and whoever else is looking in my direction. Knowing that these men can see so much of me me is making me even hotter. I can't believe how turned on I am, I never realized that acting like a slut would feel so sexy, so confident, so powerful . I am not sure anymore if the reason that I am sweating is nervousness or lust. I steal a quick glance at my followers and I see that they are stopped, and if I wasn't so turned on I would have to laugh, they are staring at me with their mouths wide open. I give them a quick smile and I continue walking knowing that they are watching my butt as I wiggle away. I notice that they are getting closer and not trying to hide themselves anymore. I am almost to the food court and my appointment with my husband. I step onto the escalator with my little following right behind me, and I know that they can look right up my skirt. Knowing that they can probably see how wet my knickers are makes me even hotter. I am tempted to really give them a show by putting my hand inside my knickers and my finger inside my dripping slit, but I fight that temptation off. I am on the verge of an orgasm and I feel my legs wobble as I reach the top of the escalator and step off. I see my husband Chuck at a table near the McDonalds, as I start to walk toward him, he smiles at me and walks away. I see an envelope on the table, and I go take his place. On the envelope I see Chuck's writing and his instructions for me to go to the ladies room and open the envelope. I know that he is watching me and I remember our deal, that if I didn't follow his instructions, no matter how stupid, exactly as I was told, that we would repeat the whole day next weekend. I hastily grab the envelope and just as I start to stand, the three strangers walk by, one of them starts to say something to me, but as I make my way to the ladies room, I just ignore him. Sitting here in the empty lounge, I open up the envelope, and I almost emit a gasp as I comprehend the next part of my day. I am to remove my bra and my knickers, put them in my purse, and continue to walk until I get to a bench in front of a lingerie store, on the other side of the mall. I sit and make a decision that I am not going to do this, and walk out of this mall right now, that not only the bet is off but that Chuck was really going to hear me out about this, but as I stand, instead of leaving, I find myself entering an empty stall. I close the door and I quickly remove my blouse and my bra, and while putting on the blouse I can only help but see how my large, dark nipples stick out of this flimsy little silk blouse. As I remove my knickers, I am surprised by how moist and warm that they are. I put everything inside of my purse, but I am so horny that I have to touch myself for just a second. I sit, pull my skirt up, closing my eyes I start to play with myself. Rubbing my clit feels so good. I imagine that I am doing this in front of a crowd urging me on. I am surprised again by how quickly, how powerfully I am overcome by pure lust. Oh my God, I didn't mean to actually go this far but here it comes, Ohhh My God. As I am overcome by an orgasm, I hear myself moan, I try to stay silent but I know that I some sounds have escaped my lips. Now that I have my composure back, I realize just how turned on I am by showing off my body to total strangers. I straighten out my clothes and as I walk by the mirror, I can see exactly what I look like. My blouse is not hiding anything, my 36c chest is, well, I almost would be better off without a blouse, and as I walk, I can feel how they are bouncing around I look at my skirt and see that the bottom of the skirt is just below my butt, just the slightest breeze will let everybody see how naked I am under this tiny skirt. Since nobody is in here, I bend over to see how much of me shows when I do that. Oh, this skirt rides up so high, I better not do that if I don't want to get arrested now. As I pull down on my skirt, I hear a sound from one of the stalls, I give a quick look and notice that one of the stalls is occupied, with the door open a crack, and I can hear somebody in there, it sounds like she is masturbating. My curiosity gets the best of me, so I go closer to the stall, and ask, "Are you OK?" I hear her say yes but it comes out almost as a moan. I fight off the urge to open th door, but my curiosity gets the best of me, and I decide to wait and see this woman, I start to stall, freshening up up my makeup, and after s short while, I see her get out of the stall, I realize that she has been sweating, with a look of satisfaction on her face. I guess that she is about my age, mid twenties with blonde hair as opposed to my dark brown, but physically we are pretty similar, about the same height of 5'4", same build, although I might be a bit bustier, and a tiny little waist, although I must admit that she is thinner than me. I look her in the eye and she greets me with a playful smile as I notice her beautiful green eyes. She quickly explains to me that she had been following me because... I ask her to repeat the last part because I didn't quite hear it. I can't believe it, she just told me that she was following me because she wants to make love to me. When I stopped to pick up my purse earlier, she decided that she had to have me, and has been following me since. Somehow I didn't notice her. I have no idea what to say. As I stand in front of her, open mouthed, she quickly explains to me that she is bisexual and often comes to the mall to pick up bored housewives. When she walked into the ladies room after me, she heard me moaning and had to go and play herself, but when I was looking at myself in front of the mirror, that brought her over the edge. I have always been sort of curious about what it felt like to be with another woman, but I have never had a chance to find out, and now this beautiful woman is trying to pick me up, I have no idea how to react. She explains to me that many women come to the mall looking to for a lover, and she can tell when a women wants another woman without even realizing it. She continues that I may not realize it, but I would enjoy myself so much if I came with her. I quickly start to protest, but she quiets me with a too passionate kiss that I can't help but return. She somehow can see the nervous and confused state that I am in, and she reaches in her purse and pulls out a business card, writes on it, and tells me to call her soon. I watch her leave and look down at the card and see her name, work number, pager number and beeper number. I better get going, Chuck is going to be waiting for me. I walk out of the bathroom and look around for my little group of followers, but they are nowhere to be found. Suddenly I feel self conscious and lost, I am in the middle of a huge mall nearly naked. As hot as I felt before, suddenly all of that sexual arrousement that I is gone, replaced by embarrassment and humiliation. I better get going and get this over with before I get arrested for solicitation. I am almost to my next rendezvous with Chuck when I notice that I have regained my group of admirers. I can feel myself getting more confident and at ease as I find myself with somebody familiar, even if they are strangers. Feeling daring again, I stop at the fountain and open my purse for some change and toss a quarter into the fountain. I can't see them, but I can somehow feel their eyes run up and down my body, but I can sense somebody coming closer to me. A part of me wants to escape and get out of here, and I actually decide to continue on, but just as I turn around I see one of the trio standing next to me. As I look over to him, he gives me a sexy little smile. Up close I can see that he is quite handsome with very muscular body and an appealing bulge between under his jeans. I smile at him and with that he moves closer to me. I want to move away but I am nearly frozen in place, not by terror, but something else. I need to see what will happen next . Without even saying anything, he takes hold of my hand and places it on his penis. I really can't believe that I am doing this, but I give it a little squeeze just to tease him and I am filled with a lustfulness, all I want at that moment is to have his cock inside of me. Somehow I get the strength to take my hand away, and I feel as if a spell has been broken. I look at him and smile but turn to leave. I hear him say, "You can go if you want, at least let me get a good look at you." I turn toward him, and I feel so embarrassed yet so sexy. I can see his eyes go over my entire body, undressing me with his eyes, they start at my ankles and slowly move up the entire length of me, pausing at my breasts, when he gets to my eyes I hear him say, "Now turn around and bend over." I am shocked by his request and reply, "What do you think I am, some sort of plaything?" "No, but you know that you want to, so do it" Without the will to fight the urge to let this strange man look at my naked body, I do as he says and as I bend over, I can feel the cool air over my naked wet pussy. "Now open your legs so I can get a good look the rest of you." Without even looking around to see if anybody can see me, I follow his command not able to stop myself even if I wanted to. I can feel his eyes almost fucking my exposed slit with his stare. "Now finger yourself faster." I then realize that my hand has moved between my legs and that I am actually fucking myself with my finger as he watches me. Realizing that I am masturbating in public, I start to moan and again I feel the flushness of an orgasm overtake me. After what seems like forever, I compose myself and turn to look at my admirer. I find him next to me, he grabs me and I feel his hands on my bare flesh, his lips reaching toward mine and finding my eager lips searching for his. I know what I am doing is wrong, but I can't stop. Soon his tongue is inside of my mouth and somehow my hand is grabbing at his cock, feeling the size of him and wanting to feel his bare flesh. I can feel his fingers sliding into me. my mind is telling me to stop, that I can't do this. I am thinking that I am a married woman, and this is wrong.... but it feels so good. He ends the kiss but keeps his fingers inside of me. At this moment, I realized what we are doing and where we are at, and pull away from him. I tell him that I have to go, and as I turn to leave, I hear him telling me that if I want to leave with him and his buddies, that they will wait for me for a half an hour right here by the fountain. I have never wanted anything more than to stay and go with them wherever they want, do whatever they want, but somehow I find the strength to leave. I turn the corner and I see my husband waiting for me smiling. I sit with him on the bench and in disbelief I hear him say what a show I put on back at the fountain. From where he was watching he could see everything. He watched as I showed myself off to the stranger, watched as I masturbated and orgasmed in front of everybody, watched as I put my hand on this strange man's cock, his fingers enter my wet pussy, our wet kiss. I never intended for Chuck to see this, but at the moment he was the last thing on my mind, I was overcome by a powerful sexual force. He asks me what the man told me, I quickly tell him and start to apologize, but he quiets me and tells me the next part of his plan for me. He wants me to return to the fountain and go with them. I can't believe it, what does he think I am, then he reminds me of what I owe him and I realize that I have to go, not for Chuck, but for me. Walking toward the fountain, I see them sitting next to it. I didn't really take the time to look at them before, but now I can see that all three are built like athletes, They are all dressed similarly, in shorts and sport shirts. The one that kissed me is about 6'1 and built like a football player, all muscles, the one next to him is about the same height but a little smaller but with a sweet innocent face, and the third is just a bit taller and even though he isn't as muscular as the others, he really is the best looking one of the bunch, he has the body of a dancer. They finally see me approaching them, the football player gets up first to meet me and without saying a word, grabs me and kisses me. I have never been so hot in my life. He releases the kiss, takes my hand and wordlessly I follow him with the others right behind. We walk out of the mall and into the parking lot. We approach a convertible, and he motions me to get into the back seat. This feels so dangerous, I don't even know their names or even if I will be safe, but it is too late to turn back now. I climb into the backseat, half heartedly trying to keep my skirt down, but knowing that it is useless to even try and not even caring anymore. The football player and the dancer climb into the back with me and the other one gets into the car and starts it up. Before I can even think about asking out, we are off. end part 1 "Mall Strut" part 2 At this moment, I feel so many different things, embarrassment, terror, but most of all a sexual energy inside of me that I have never felt before. I feel a hand on my thigh and for the first time I speak. "I don't even know any of your names." The dancer looks at me and smiles and tells me that his name is Anthony, the football player is Randy and the driver is David. I smile back at him and introduce myself as Maria. This is followed by a period of uncomfortable silence, tired of waiting I decide that I will take the initiative. I put my hands on Randy's and Anthony's thighs, and slowly start to move my hands up toward their manhood. Finally Randy turns me to kiss him, and I remove my hand from his thigh and my other hand moves up Anthony's leg and I find his hard cock. I break my lips from Randy's, and I start to kiss Anthony, the whole time feeling how large and how hard he is. While I am kissing him, I feel Randy start to massage my breast and then start to unbutton it. Soon I feel the cool wind on my bare breasts and I feel Randy's mouth take my nipple into his mouth. I break Anthony's kiss, and push his mouth down to my other breast. I have never had both of my nipples sucked at the same time before and it really feels so good. I open my eyes for just a second and I see David smiling at me in the rear view mirror. I have to remember that we are still outside and that anybody driving by us will be able to see me. Somehow this thought, instead of slowing me down, has made me feel even hotter. I start to open up Randy's zipper, but he smiles at me and tells me to wait until we get to our destination. Randy asks me if I want to keep going with them or if I want to go home. I quickly answer that I want to go with them. They both let go of me and Anthony finishes taking off my blouse, telling me that until we reach his house I am to give them a show. I close my eyes and I start to massage my naked breasts, pulling one nipple to my mouth and gently licking it with my tongue I feel my skirt being raised and my other hand goes to my pussy, and I start to put one finger inside of my drenched cunt. I let it rub against my clitoris, feeling the pleasure of my own touch. I am so turned on that this slight touch brings me to the brink of another orgasm. I start rubbing my wet hot pussy and I can hear my screams of pleasure over the sound of the wind rushing by. Stopped at a stoplight I feel somebody looking at me, I open my eyes to see a man in a pickup looking straight down at me. Embarrassment is overcome by the exhibitionist in me, and I just smile at him and push my breasts together with my arms, as the light changes, we take off with all the three men with me laughing at the astonishment on the guys face, but I am still in the rush of my orgasm and I feel shudder run down my body leaving me with a tingling between my legs. We pull up to a gated entrance, and as the gate opens it dawns on me what I am about to do. As I get out, David stops me, and kisses me and starts to run his hands all over me. I feel another set of hands unzipping the skirt and pulling it down. I step out of it and I realize that I am standing outside completely naked with three men ready to fuck me. I am so hot right now that I barely feel myself being picked up and carried into the house. Entering the house we go through a living room and past a couple of doors into a room with a large waterbed. Randy puts me down on the bed and explains to me that this is going to be a night that I will never forget. I smile at him and unzip his zipper, finally getting my hands and my mouth on a cock. I have never been so hungry for one in my entire life. Normally I don't like to give blow jobs, but right now all I want to feel is his cock inside of my mouth and his his hot cum going down my throat. As I am sucking him to the best of my ability, I feel another set of hands on me, and soon I feel somebody's mouth kissing my back. I stop my blow job and lay on my back, motioning for Randy to bring his cock back to my mouth. Soon it is back in and I start devouring him again. I look down and I can see David kissing my legs and moving his way up. Soon his tongue is licking my pussy and nothing has ever felt so good to me in my entire life. I quickly have a powerful orgasm, screaming about how good it feels. As I am cumming, David removes his mouth and puts his cock inside of me, as good as I felt before, I feel even better now, I don't even know if it is the same orgasm or another but I am soon in exctasy again. As I feel David cum inside of me, I soon settle down and compose myself by concentrating on Randy's cock inside of my mouth. When I see Anthony's hands grab my leg right leg and David grab my left leg, I am too lost in lust to realize what they are doing. Too absorbed in Randy's cock, I don't even realize what is happening and I soon find my legs handcuffed to the bed. As soon as I realize what they are doing, I free my mouth and start to say something, but I am cut off by Anthony telling me to be quiet and to trust them. I soon feel my hands being handcuffed to the bed and I feel so helpless but yet so turned on. Then I fell all of their hands start to touch and caress me, and any apprehensibly that I felt is now gone. I close my eyes so I can lose myself in their touch, barely noticing that a pair of hands has left. I can feel the hands run up and down my entire body, momentarily pausing at my breasts and between my open legs. I feel the other pair of hands push up my head, and I feel something being put around my head, covering my eyes. Not caring and not able to stop it if I wanted to, I let myself be blindfolded. Soon all I can feel is the touch of their hands on me, I feel a cock, I have no idea whose it is, start to enter my wet pussy, and at the same time I feel one near my mouth and I instinctively move my hands toward them but find them restrained, I open my mouth and feel it fill my mouth, not really able to suck on it, I feel it start to fuck me. I have never been with anybody but my husband, and both of these are larger than my husbands penis, and I have never had one so far in my throat before, trying not to gag I soon find that if I relax that I can handle it. The cock that is fucking my pussy starts to pump faster and harder and I can feel him start to moan and hear him say that he going to cum. I feel him pull out of me and feel empty, but soon I feel his hot sperm start to land all over my stomach and my breasts. Then I hear the other one start to say that he is cumming, and as he starts to cum, I realize that he is going to cum inside of my mouth, I soon feel his hot cum fill up my mouth and my throat, and I hungrily start to swallow all of it. I can feel it drip past my lips but as hard as I try I can't swallow it all. I feel another cock, this one shorter but wider than the others enter my pussy. I am so close to cumming again that I start to push myself against him, trying to get all of it in me and trying to get him to pump faster. between moans and screams I hear myself saying things that I had never before thought of saying, "fuck me harder.", "faster faster" " Soon I am cumming with a force that I had never felt before. I feel myself start to black out and... I wake up in the same bed alone. I sit up, realizing that I am now free to move. Even though I am naked, I don't feel ashamed about, I have never felt so calm and relaxed. I stand on shaky legs and look around, I open the door and I hear music and familiar voices down the hall, I walk to them and enter the room. The guys smile at me and whistle, I start to move to the rhythm of the music, feeling my bare breasts bounce and their eyes all over me. They wave for me to to come closer, and as I dance toward them I feel so free, so liberated, so sexually awake. I get to them, and with a little smile on my face, I start to bend down, unzipping David's zipper, letting his cock loose, I get on my knees, with my ass sticking out and start to lick his cock, soon I have the entire thing inside of my mouth, and I feel a cock enter my pussy. Not even looking back, I start to get into a rhythm with the music and the fucking. Soon I feel the cock pull out of my pussy, and I look over to see Anthony lying on the couch, his long hard cock pointing straight up. I go over to him, sit over his cock, and slowly let myself down, feeling his entire shaft enter me. I feel Anthony pull my head toward his, and our mouths meet in a wet eager kiss, then I feel something start to lubricate my asshole, and a finger start to enter it.. Feeling this, I stop pumping the cock that is filling my we pussy, but feeling this finger probing an area of me that had never been touched and wanting it to fill me, but feeling afraid of the pain, I tell him to stop, but my body defies my wishes and continues to push against the finger, soon it is completely inside of me, then in an instant I hear it pop out of me. Soon I feel something wider and bigger press against it.. Knowing what was coming next didn't prepare me for the rush of pain as the head of a cock filled my ass, but since the cock was entering me slowly, soon the pain was not replaced, but overwhelmed by the urge to have it all inside of me. Slowly I could feel it fill my hole, feeling the two cocks inside of me start to move is a feeling that I cannot describe. I can feel them almost rubbing against one another, soon they start pumping me faster and faster, I open my eyes and I see Randy in front of me, masturbating, I smile at him and lick my lips and as he moves closer I am in exctasy as I put my lips around his cock. At first there is an awkward moment of un-coordination, but we quickly develop a rhythm and I am completely lost in my lust as these three cocks fill all three of my holes. I feel myself almost immediately start to orgasm, but not wanting this feeling to end, I keep my composure and I can feel many almost mini-orgasms start to come over me in waves. Lost in all of the moaning I can instinctively feel that all three are about to cum almost at the same time. First Anthony starts to cum inside of my pussy, feeling his cum spurt inside of me brings me completely over the edge. Soon I feel Randy start to unload inside of my mouth, I hungrily try to swallow it all but again I feel it start to drip all over me. At the same time I feel David let loose his orgasm inside of my asshole. The three of them filling me with their hot cum brings on a orgasm like the one I had before, and as I hear myself moan and scream on the verge of another mind-blowing orgasm, I remember that the French call an orgasm "the little death" and I black out again. I wake up to an empty house, with my clothes laid out beside me with a note... "Thank you Maria, I am sorry that I couldn't be with you right now but I would love to keep in touch (and more than touch) with you. Feel free to help yourself to the shower, the sauna, whatever. Here are the keys to my car in the garage, feel free to use it but just return it to me in the next couple of days. Looking forward to seeing you again, David" I relax for a while on what has happened to me today, and I realize that my life has just changed. A side of me has been awakened and I will never be able to ignore it anymore, suddenly I realize that my relationship with my husband has changed, but I know (hope) that he will understand. But then again, maybe not. After all, it's not every man that has to put up with a wife changing from a demure suburban housewife to a nymphomaniac with a burning need for sex. But then again, it was his idea... I find the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I no longer see a bored suburban housewife, I see an awaken sexual animal. I hop in the shower and bring myself to another orgasm with the handheld shower massage. Before today, I always felt a tinge of embarrassment and guilt whenever I masturbated, but not anymore. I walk back to the bedroom and lie on the bed listening to the radio as I put on my clothes. I hear the time and I realize that I have been in this house for six hours. I find the nearest telephone and I frantically call my house. Chuck calmly answers the phone and asks me how I a doing. I answer seductively it was even better than I ever imagined, beyond even his wildest dreams. He then reminds me that I am still his for the day, but asks me if I have anything that I would like to do. I remember the woman that I met at the mall, and I slyly tell him about my encounter with her. He laughs and tells me that I would never do anything like that. I tell him that I will, but he still doesn't believe me. We come to an agreement on another bet. Same as this one, the loser is the others for a day. I quickly agree and tell him I will be home soon, but not too soon. I open my purse and pull the business card out. I dial her home phone and when I hear her answer, I almost hang up, but I quickly introduce myself, and she laughs, saying that she was waiting for me to call. She gives me her address and soon I am out the door on the way to her place. In the garage I realize that the car that is left for me to borrow is the same black convertible that I arrived in. I leave the house, leaving my blouse open at the waist, reveling in the feeling of the wind blowing across my naked breasts, making my nipples hard. A couple of guys in trucks honk at me but I barely bother to acknowledge their stares. Soon I find myself at the address that she gave me, and as get out of the car I suddenly hear a voice inside of my head telling me that this is all wrong and I should just go home. I quickly put that thought out of my mind as I reach her door and ring the bell. She opens the door, and I see that she is dressed in tiny denim shorts and an orange bikini top. I enter her house and close the door behind me. The next thing that I realize is that I have grabbed her and started to kiss her on the lips. She kisses me back, softly yet hungrily, like I have never been kissed before, then breaks my kiss. I try to pull her back to me but she is stronger than I am, and laughs at me saying that she knew I would come to her. I try to get closer to her again, wanting to feel her touch, her lips pressed against mine, but she again tells me to do as I say. I try to force the issue again and soon I find myself laying on her floor, forcefully pushed back by her. She is sitting on top of me not laughing at me, but smiling at me. She pulls her bikini top up and looks at me saying, "Is this what you want?" She leans down and lets her nipple linger near my lips, as I start to lick it she pulls it away from me. I can see her nipple glistening with my saliva as she looks down at me, smiles and removes the bikini top, and lets her breast come to my mouth, moaning in pleasure as I suckle on it. She pulls it away again and it is replaced by her lips. We softly kiss and my aggressiveness is soon overcome by her firm but gentle kiss. I soon realize that this will be very different from the animal sex that I had with David, Anthony and Randy. As she moves so we are side to side, I feel her hands start to gently caress my skin. Making tiny circles on my stomach, slowly moving up and circling each breast, making more tiny circles around my nipples. Th whole tome she is doing this we are still kissing, probing each others mouths with our tongues. I find my hands gently massaging her soft skin, moving down past her taut stomach and past her cutoffs, to her the bare skin of her thighs. As animalistic as I felt before, I feel the calmness of sex this time, and I gently massage her opening thighs. My fingers find their way to the buttons of her shorts, and I unbutton them one by one, never removing my lips from hers. Too soon she breaks our kiss. and she stands and motions for me to follow her. I do and soon we reach her bedroom, and she removes the rest of her clothes and walks to me and removes what little clothes that I still have on. She softly hugs me and pulls me to her mouth for another kiss, this one even softer and gentler than the one before. I start to feel the hunger inside of me and I start to kiss her harder, but she pulls back, telling me to relax and to let her teach me how different it is with another woman. She lays me back on the bed, and lays on top of me, first kissing me again on my lips, but then slowly works down and starts to nibble on my ears and my neck. I can feel the goose bumps all over my body at this familiar yet different sensation overcomes me. After what feels like forever she moves her lips to my breasts, and starts to playfully lick them and suck on them gently. I have always had sensitive nipples but for the first time I actually start to orgasm from her touch on my nipples. This orgasm is so different than what I have been feeling all day, so calm, so relaxed, yet still intense. She hears me moan and gently continues to massage and suckle on my breasts. The orgasm ends as gently as it came, and I feel her mouth start to move down my body again. Slowly kissing my stomach, working her way down to my sweet wet pussy. She soon gets there and starts to kiss and lick me in a manner that I had never imagined before. I feel another orgasm coming, and she slowly inserts her finger inside of me, not forcefully like others have done to me before, but softly, rapidly putting a part of it in and pulling it out. Never inserting it all the way but enough that I can feel it go in and out. I am soon lost in exctasy again and I can hear myself moan as another orgasm rips my body. I open my eyes and I see her standing up, she then sits on top of me, straddling my stomach. I close my eyes as she starts to massage my upper body, starting at my chest but working her way to my shoulders, moving her body up at the same time. I can feel the wetness of her as her pussy rubs against my body. I open my eyes and I see her vagina in front of my face. As it gets close enough to me, I start to lick her, trying to duplicate what she did to me. Even though I have never done this before, I must be doing it right because I can hear her start to moan as she moves her body against my tongue and mouth. Soon she is screaming from an orgasm taking over her body. She collapses next to me and she hugs me as I cuddle against her and I find myself drifting off to sleep. When I awake, I feel her body against mine. I slowly stand trying not to wake her, but she feels me stirring and as she awakens, she smiles at me and beckons me to kiss her. As I do I tell her that I have to go. She smiles again at me and tells me that she understands. I quickly find my clothes and then I realize that I need something to prove to Chuck that I won the bet. I notice a Polaroid camera sitting on her dresser, and I smile at her and ask her to pose for me. I quickly take the snapshot of her nude body. She stands and kisses me, opening my blouse and starts to caress my breasts. She takes the camera, sets it on the dresser, and as she kisses me again, I see the flash of the camera catching us, freezing this moment forever. She moves away and gives me the pictures and kisses me for the last time as she shows me to the door. On the way home I reflect on the day. I vow never to let the sexual animal inside of me stay caged, I just hope that Chuck will understand, after all, it is his fault that I have undergone this sexual awakening. And since I won the bet, I hope that he can handle the plans that I have for him, and I don't plan on him doing household chores anymore.

Mandy by not a politician It was 6 pm when Mandy returned home. Another manner of saying it would be that it was 5 pm plus a return journey by public transport. And for today and 19 more work days, totalling four weeks, she was not Mandy the business major college student, but "Amanda", intern in some big company.  Amanda - Mandy again now, she reminded herself, was dressed in a conservative skirt and blazer combination. A white blouse, pantyhose and business flats completed her attire. Underneath she wore a sensible bra, white so it could not stand out under the blouse, and matching panties.  This was a far shot from her usual attire, which consisted of dungarees, T-shirt or tank top, sneakers, and usually, no bra. The business attire was far more uncomfortable than she had thought, and she was glad to be able to change back into her more comfortable clothes.  Only, she realized, this would not be possible. Wearing casual clothing to her college lessons, she was not in the habit of changing clothes for stay-at-home evenings. Hence, she had not bothered with the laundry the previous weekend, believing to only need her "work" clothes over the next four weeks.  However, in her eagerness to get out of the unfamiliar, uncomfortable business attire, she had stripped down to her panties before she remembered this little fact.  Thinking about it, she did not want to put those clothes back on. She figured she could stay in her small one-room apartment in just panties for one evening. But if she wanted to have casual clothes tomorrow and for the rest of her internship, she needed to do the laundry, and the coin-operated machines were in a room in the cellar of the building complex.  She pondered the trade-off between one more day without casual clothes to wear in the evening and delaying the laundry one more day, when her eyes caught her coat hanging on its peg. It was a trench coat-style garment, which would be quite unconstricting to wear while providing enough coverage if worn over her panties.  True, it would look a bit odd - maybe more than a bit, but the laundry basket might sort of explain it to anyone who happened to see her... it certainly was better than squeezing into those uncomfortable clothes again, and seemed like the best option overall.  She slipped a pair of flip-flops onto her bare feet and closed the coat as tightly as possible. Being a coat, it showed a rather large amount of cleavage, even if her breasts were completely covered, but she convinced herself she was decent and headed out the door with the necessary coins in the big, practical coat pockets and the huge, overloaded laundry basket held in front of her chest.  Being only three floors high, the building complex did not have an elevator, so Mandy had to walk down the stairs. After the first bend, not really seeing where she put her feet, she slipped a bit, her left flip-flop tumbling down the stairs to the next bend.  As Mandy, not putting the basket down so as not to walk the distance twice (well three times actually), walked up to it on one bare foot, she noticed just how much of a hindrance the flip-flop on the other foot was when combined with not seeing her feet and carrying weight.  On the spur of the moment, she decided to put those flip-flops into her coat pocket and continue barefoot.  When she felt the cold tile floor under both feet, she became, for the first time, aware of how indecently she was really clothed with just panties below her coat, even if the amount of skin showing was rather small. The realization caused an odd tingle.  She did not encounter anyone on her way down, and the laundry room itself was empty, too. She filled two machines with her laundry and started them.  Sitting on an unused machine with her legs dangling down, she pondered the strange tingle she still felt, even if it was a bit lessened now, probably due to the fact that slipping out of one's shoes while sitting was less...naughty.  And as her ruminations reached that word, she pretty soon was at the point where she wondered how it would be like to sit there with nothing under her coat >at all<.  And before she could come up with any of the numerous reasons why this could be a bad idea, she found herself standing up, reach under her coat, and slip the panties down to her ankles. She then hastily picked them up and stuffed her into her other coat pocket. Then she hopped back onto the unused machine, the tingle now refreshed and stronger than before.  When the washing cycles where done, she bent down to move the load of the first machine into a tumble-dryer. She had not noticed before, or maybe she had bent her knees in a different way, but her coat opened up when she did this, and allowed her a look at her breasts and through the space between them at the area normally covered by her panties. And her tingle became even stronger.  She loaded first one, then the second dryer, but all the time, she could not help but focus on the thought that despite the coat, she was basically naked. Well, objectively, her chosen way of dressing was odd rather than unveiling, but that was not the way her thoughts were going.  In fact, her thoughts were now circling around the idea of being naked in the laundry room. And so far, she had encountered no-one.  She untied the decorative belt, opened the buttons from the top down, slid the garment down her shoulder, dropped it behind her... Done. She was now totally naked in her building complex's laundry room. The tingle was stronger than ever, and she now also felt wetness between her legs.  Grinning broadly over her own wickedness, she started the first tumble dryer. And then the noticed something that previously had never occurred to her...  Shuddering giddily at the thought of what she was about to do, she sat atop the second tumble dryer before starting it, feeling the vibrations of the machine against her dripping wet pussy, slowly loosing awareness of her surroundings as the pleasure culminated in a roaring orgasm.  Mandy only came to when the dryer stopped, its cycle complete.  She put the dry clothes into her basket, and only then did the thought cross her mind that she was still naked in a rather public place, and that she might, and probably should, get dressed again. But then she realized that at the moment she became aware again of her continued public nudity, she had also felt that tingle again...  She placed her coat on top of the basket and headed back to her room, rationalising that she would hear people on the stairs before the saw her, giving her a chance of putting the coat and possibly even the flip-flops on again. But if she was honest, she had to admit that her estimate was probably biased towards giving her a "go" on her plan.  As luck would have it, she arrived at her room without any incident. Never putting clothes again until the next morning, she did give herself another orgasm that evening, and decided that she now had a new hobby.  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  The next morning, she went back to her internship dressed in a similar, equally hated attire than the previous day. While the first day had been spent with general introduction to the whereabouts and organisation, she was now given her first "real" task. And it was boring as hell.  She had been assigned a workplace in a room at the centre of the company administrative building, featuring no windows and only artificial light. Apart from a chair, desk and computer, it contained only paperwork. Lots of paperwork, actually, as this was an archive, dating back to the years when things were not yet stored on hard drives.  Mandy, or Amanda now, as everyone here called her, was surprised they kept this stuff. But they apparently not only kept it, but also intended to use it, because her task consisted in transferring everything into the computer database.  Someone somewhere had decided the data was to be used in an econometric regression, supposedly giving the company an edge in predicting the effects of future strategic decisions. Since the data was to be used by the econometric program, it had to be entered in a specific form, so it would not do to simply scan the documents. Rather, their content had to be entered into the computer system by hand.  And this was her task for she didn't know how long.  At some point in the middle of the morning, she became convinced boredom and monotony would soon kill her. And then she thought of her newfound hobby. Looking around the room, she could fathom no reason for anyone to enter here, and certainly nobody had so far since she began working here.  She carefully took of every piece of clothing, one by one, folded everything up nicely and placed it on the floor. The feeling of the cold seat under her bare butt and the carpeted floor under her equally bare feet soon had her experiencing the now familiar naughty tingle. Work had suddenly become exciting again.  But unbeknownst to Mandy, her temporary boss only ever planned the data entry duties as a fall back option, as something preferable to making the coffe if one wanted to put it that way. Like many people, she thought that interns needed to be giving "interesting" tasks, and a possibility for such a task had now presented itself. Since Mandy had not yet been given an internal e-mail address, and probably still needed to be led to where she would be supposed to go, she sent her secretary, Rachel, to go and tell her.  And therefore, Rachel entered the archive room to be confronted with the sight of a naked Mandy returning to the computer with a new stack of old files.  But instead of outrage, annoyance, or any number of similar reactions Mandy could fear for, a smile crossed Rachel's face. In her terror at being found out, Mandy didn't notice a first, though.  "I can explain...", she began.  "There is no need", Rachel interrupted her, holding up a hand, "I am not the least bit offended. In fact, I enjoy doing similar stunts, though usually not at work. But I guess it's different for you, not being here permanently. I'm sure I could help you."  Mandy, dumbfounded, didn't reply.  "I'm Rachel, by the way", the immaculately dressed woman continued, "personal assistant of Ms. Caruthers, your boss for the duration. You are to report to her, by the way, for your first more interesting tasks."  While she was saying this, she had rummaged through the pile of Mandy's clothes, taking particular notice of the underwear. Seeing the pantyhose, she spoke again:  "You might want to exchange this for stocking, either stay up ot hold up, whichever you prefer, it's a whole different feeling. And easier to get pantyless", she added with a wink. "Now do you agree?"  "I...well...yes", Mandy said flatly. "To you helping me, that is", she added, in case Rachel took it as answer to her wardrobe suggestion, which she planned to consider later.  "Good, now let's go to meet Ms. Caruthers. Better get dressed for that. But maybe without these..." With those last words, she took Mandy's panties from the pile and stuffed them into one of the desk's drawers.  Will be continued if there is sufficient interest. Good suggestions might become part of the plot. Mandy smiled as she saw the panties disappearing into the drawer. It would have been easy for her to take them out again, but she didn't. The same tingle she had felt yesterday persuaded her to leave them inside.  She got dressed in the rest of her clothes. The pantyhose felt odd in her crotch area without the panties in between, but it was a nice kind of odd.  She went to see Ms. Caruthers to be assigned her new, hopefully more interesting next task or couple of tasks. When she was done, she wasn't exactly sure if she got what she wished for. She had been sort of assigned to a project team working on the acquisition of a big new contract. The "sort of" in this case referring to the fact that due to the importance of this contract, she would merely be a tagalong, and would still be doing the archive task when she was not busy with the new project.  The first meeting of the project team was scheduled to start that afternoon, directly after lunch break. Until the break arrived, she returned to her windowless room.  The building was located in the main business district, directly in the city centre, so the employees usually took their lunch in the various cafes, restaurants etc. present in the area. That day, Mandy decided to have her lunch there together with Rachel.  When they had taken their seats, Mandy noticed that some of the women present had slipped out of their heels while they were seated. She slipped out of her own shoes, greatly pleased that she had gotten away with taking something off. She placed her feet on the cold tile floor, only the thin pantyhose separating it from her bare soles, which gave her a slight buzz.  Rachel noticed what Mandy was doing, and was also quite probably the only person in the room who had an idea of the of the wicked feelings Mandy had while she performed this objectively harmless acts.  "I think it would be better if you took the pantyhose off."  "But I can't, people will notice."  "Not if you're careful, we're in a rather quiet corner", Rachel replied, not bothering to add she had selected that table for that very reason, just in case.  Mandy looked around, and what she saw convinced her that it just might be possible. And she began to like the idea. When she was convinced that nobody was looking or would be looking in the next couple of moments, she reached under the hem of her skirt, and got a hold of the pantyhose's elastic. With the rather conservative length of her skirt, she could not do this without pushing the hem a bit higher.  Then she lifted her butt and slipped the hose down and off, quickly shoving it into her handbag before anyone saw it. She placed her now bare feet on the cold floor tiles. There was, in a way, nothing but her skin from her toes to her pussy. It felt great.  When it was time to return to work, Mandy wanted to enter the toilets to put her pantyhose back on, but then she paused.  "Rachel, do you think I could get away with being barelegged at work?"  "Not with old Caruthers around. But as far as the people in that project team are concerned, you'll probably only get a benevolent hint the first time, you being a new intern and all. But why do I get the feeling this is exciting you almost as much as being naked did earlier?", she asked in an innocent tone, knowing several possible explanations but wanting to learn more about Mandy's particular kinks.  "It's just that knowledge of getting away with improper clothing, I think", Mandy replied after some thought. "I know being barelegged is no big deal really, but going unpunished when doing it where it's not really allowed... That gets me going. And I might be able to slip off my shoes again, and then the hose won't be in the way", she added with a wink.  The afternoon went very much like one would have expected. Mandy did slip her shoes off under the table during the meeting, and found the buzz to be even stronger than at the restaurant, no doubt due to the more formal work environment.  There was one positive surprise though: When the expected hint about wearing pantyhose at the office came, the comparatively young woman delivering it during a short break also offered to speak to the others to allow her some leeway during internal group meetings, apparently under the misconception had skipped the pantyhose and slipped of the shoes due to being uncomfortable.  This pleased Mandy, not only because it allowed her to continue with what she had been doing, but also because it might open some possibilities in the future.  When her office day was over, she therefore was just in the right mood to follow one of Rachel's suggestion and buy some stay-ups, and maybe have some fun at the mall while she was there...  to be continued at the mall We left Mandy when she was about to go and shop for some stay-up stockings, and now find her entering the centre city plaza, a large inner city shopping temple near the place of her internship.  Of course, she could have entered, bought some stockings, and left, but she felt she ought to do more. Buying new clothing, especially of the kind that was supposed to help in her new hobby, just screamed for some kind of shopping-show-off.  Unfortunately, stockings were a type of clothing were even women just knew their size, bought some plastic-welded merchandise in the desired density, and left; no test-wearing involved. At least, that was the extent of Mandy's knowledge.  As she walked through the mall towards the clothing stores, she tried to come up with ways to bring about what to her would be seemingly innocent but immensely enjoyable exhibitionism, even if she didn't use that word back then.  Maybe if she tried on some dresses? If she selected the right kind, she should be able to show some - or a lot - of skin in a seemingly incidental way. Maybe she could even ask some random person how something looked on her? Mandy's fantasy was running hot, which started something else running between her legs.  Unfortunately for Mandy, reality intervened with her spontaneous plans. When she arrived at the clothing stores, any type of behaviour that could be imitated with exhibitionistic motives was very definitely *not* shown by any of the many woman present. Mandy was disillusioned and disappointed.  She began to look for any shelves with stockings and resolved to ask Rachel about anything she might do at a mall, feeling slightly better for having thought of that option. Things began to look up even more when suddenly, an opportunity presented itself.  Said opportunity consisted of a shop for apparently expensive lingerie. There were tasteful ensembles presented in large display windows, but the view inside was shielded behind them. Mandy hoped this would be with good reason. After all, it only made sense, now that she thought about it, that expensive stuff would b tried on to ensure a good fit.  Her budget would not allow her to actually buy anything, of course, but then, that wasn't the point. And her hated business-type intern outfit would be of good service for once by helping her to give of the impression of a potential customer.  Mandy entered, and was pleased to see that some of the - 100% female - customers were indeed outside off the changing cubicles, checking in large mirrors the fit and look of lingerie "outfits" that where, while not on the skimpy side, decidedly sexy, with lots of lace. Occasionally, one would ask the opinion of one of the - equally female - shop assistants.  Mandy, who had, as the reader might recall, decided to buy stay-ups for her own use, now chose to select hold-ups and a garter belt for the staged fitting, for the sake of variety. And maybe it was also, for a small part, because it was the naughtier option.  She selected the aforementioned items with the same care she thought a real customer would display, and entered a changing cubicle. The cubicles had wooden walls on three sides, about as high as a tall customer would be. On the fourth side, a pole lay fixed to the corner posts, and a curtain was fixed to the pole. It reached all the way to the floor. Inside was a stool, and a clothes hanger hung from a hook fixed on the wooden wall.  Mandy took of her blazer and blouse, placing them on the hanger, then stepped out of her shoes and let her skirt slide down. And noticed that the it might be a problem walking out like that, seeing as her panties were still back at the office, in the drawer where Rachel put them earlier.  Now it would be wrong to say Mandy had forgotten about not wearing panties, but she just hadn't added two and two together until that moment of realization.  Stifling a giggle at her own silliness, she got dressed again, went out and selected a pair of lacy black panties, and a black lacy bra to complete the outfit since her white one would look out of place with the other items.  when she made to move back to the cubicle. one of the shop assistant gave her some kind of panty liner so she could try the panties without soiling them.  Upon entering the changing booth again, Mandy closed the curtain, and undressed until she was completely naked, placing each item neatly on the hanger or the stool, and her shoes on the floor. In fact, she placed them extra neat to prolong the changing a bit.  She then put on the bra, panties and stockings, in that order, before putting on the garter belt. It took her a moment before she had figured out the unfamiliar garment. Finally, she fastened the stocking to the belt and stepped out.  She checked herself out in the mirror, greatly enjoying the view she gave to herself and others as she did some innocuous poses. She tried two similar combos, even asking a shop assistant about the third, giving her some more of the harmless but fun poses as she did so.  None of what she did could objectively be described as teasing, but for Mandy, the thrill was that every inch of skin exposed, every single pose was not, not even partly, a response to a practical need, but an end in itself.  then, however, Mandy decided that fun as this was, there was something missing, some special "kick". Something like the innovative use of the tumble dryer the day before. And then, thinking of both herself riding the tumble dryer and the slight tingle she got every time she was naked while changing, she suddenly had an idea.  An idea that was daring but nevertheless offered Mandy a high probability of getting away with it.  Mandy got back into the cubicle once again, closed the curtain, and then removed the lingerie piece by piece until she was again completely naked. She had even, on an impulse, removed her wristwatch which had been the only ornamentation on her body. Then, she removed what clothing there was on the stool, then moved the stool and positioned herself on it so that she sat at the middle of the back wall, facing the curtain, legs opened wide.  Like in her first little adventure the day before, Mandy felt a thrill as her naked skin came in contact with her surroundings, in this case the softly carpeted floor, which felt warm underfoot, and the cool, unyielding metal of the stool, touching her at her most intimate places between her spread legs.  Her preparations complete, and greatly aroused, she moved her hand to her already wet pussy and began masturbating, naked, right in the middle of a high-price boutique, yet virtually safe from discovery.  With her other hand working on her nipples, she soon shook in orgasm, barely able to stifle a cry of pleasure.  Satisfied, she calmly dressed in the clothes she had arrived in, returned the items she tried to the shelves, left the boutique, bought some stay-ups off the peg elsewhere in the mall, and returned home. When arriving home, Mandy thought it'd be rather boring to just walk up the stairs. After a quick look around, she slipped out of her shoes, then rolled her pantyhose down and stepped out of it. It might not seem like much, but she was now again naked from her toes to her pussy, feeling the deliciously cold tiles under her soles. Besides, it was doing or not doing these small things that made the difference, a difference that so greatly spiced up Mandy's life recently.  If she were to meet someone, she could always simply say that her feet hurt. In fact, starting tomorrow, she could use that excuse even while getting barefoot, since taking off stockings was a lot more innocuous than doing the same with pantyhose. Rachel smiled at the thought of getting barefoot up to her pussy while an unsuspecting person watched.  Once inside her quarters, she changed to more comfortable clothing. A smile crossed her face as she selected the items, as she remembering the fun she had yesterday while washing them. She also idly noted that she now wore panties and no bra, while at work it was - and in all probability would be again - the other way around.  After a relaxing evening and restful night, Mandy woke and dressed for work in stockings, no panties, bra, blouse, skirt, blazer, and business flats. Instead of putting on panties, she carefully draped a pair on her bed, pleased at the symbolic act.  The first thing she did when arriving at her windowless workplace was to slip off her shoes and stockings, thinking to herself that this was becoming a habit fast. Then she started her work, occasionally opening the drawer and looking at yesterday's panties. This brought a smile to her face every time, even if she hardly needed to be remembered of her pantyless state.  After a short while, Mandy was disturbed by one of the women from the project team, the one who had supported her about her lack of pantyhose. It seemed the woman actually smiled as she saw Mandy's barefoot state. Mandy smiled back, feeling no small tingle at the thought of her naked pussy at the end of those easily visible bare legs.  The woman brought Mandy some intern-proof project-related work and named a deadline, then left.  Shortly before lunch break, Rachel arrived. After being brought up to date about Mandy's forays, she spoke up:  "Listen, I remembered, I know the perfect place for you to streak."  "I dunno, I never streaked, it's not exactly similar to the things I've been doing."  "Not if you do it the way I've been thinking about. Just show yourself naked to a bunch of people, then disappear again. Nobody getting close, nobody recognising you. A simple case of being naughty and getting away with it. Interested?"  "Tell me more", Mandy replied, moving her head closer to Rachel's, now being very interested indeed...  Then, at lunch break, Rachel took Mandy to the - fortunately close - city park. The path soon forked: to the left, it lead through a lawn area interspersed with areas of flowers, and ended, it seemed, at a lawn area at the bank of a small lake. Several large single trees offered shade to that area. To the right, the path was flanked by trees with dense crowns and dense bushes, giving those taking that path the impression of a forest walk, when in fact, as could be seen from the fork, the path just skirted the park edge.  Unlike the lawn at the bank, which was crowded, presumably mostly with people spending their lunch break there, the "forest path" was deserted at that time. Rachel and Mandy went right.  Pretty soon, they came to a wooden pedestrian bridge. It had a sign on it declaring it to unsafe to cross, but Rachel had assured Mandy that a single normal-weighted college girl could in fact cross safely.  It was there and then that the truly interesting part began. Mandy undressed, handing her clothes and shoes to Rachel, who took them and proceeded over the bridge.  Mandy waited until she saw Rachel disappear behind a bend in the path, feeling the dirt of the path beneath her bare feet, and already starting to get excited. Then she stepped onto the bridge in all her naked glory.  On the right-hand side a wood panel, painted with a forest river scene, shielded the bridge from the city behind it, put there to help uphold the forest illusion at this point in the path. There was also a pump helping a small stream up from where it was banned below the streets by city planners of long past.  On the left-hand side, that same small stream flew into the lake, serving as its water supply. One could, in fact, just about make out the people on the picnic lawn. The distance was just perfect, as Rachel had promised, to ensure that she, and her nudity, could be seen without enabling folks to identify her afterwards.  After stepping on the bridge, feeling the change underfoot from dirt path to wooden planks, she turned to the left-hand railing and began waving and shouting to draw attention.  Soon, several of the lunch-breakers had noticed the cheerful naked girl on the bridge. Some even waved back.  Mandy, encouraged by her success, and already a bit wet from feeling all those eyes on her bare skin, even did a few poses, greatly enjoying the experience. when she noticed the first searches their pockets, presumably for those pesky camera phones, she left the bridge quickly, following the direction Rachel took earlier.  She was sorely tempted to just stop, lean against a tree, and treat herself to some gentle ministrations of her breasts and pussy, but she knew she must not dawdle, as there was a risk someone might try to intercept her, for this path continued to the second park entrance, from where another path led to the picnic area, giving the park a symmetric layout.  She soon caught up with Rachel and got dressed again, but there was still one little detail left to their plan. They continued to the point where the paths forked, and approached the picnic area from the direction opposite those they used to enter the park. Then, they had the packed lunch Rachel had prepared, Mandy smiling at the thought of sitting unrecognised among these people of whom some saw her naked not long before. After the lunch break, Mandy returned to her desk and worked away at her tasks until it was almost time to leave. Her mind did wander, however, trying to come up with new interesting things to do. And at that time, an idea had finally formed. It would require her to put her panties back on, which still lay in her desk drawer from the day before. She was kind of pleased to tie that loose end up without losing step in executing her newfound hobby.  She went to a clothing discounter and bought a summer dress. She had intended to take the first one her size, but old habits die hard, so she actually took the time to select the best-looking one, within the prize class. She also bought a pair of cheaply made flip-flops, which fitted the summer dress much better than her business flats would. Next, she went into a supermarket in the vicinity of the discounter, with the sole purpose of obtaining a bag that didn't look like containing clothes.  Then, she proceeded to the big mall that had already been the location of her stocking stunt the day before. She went to food court and took one of those single-portion plastic containers used to distribute ketchup.  Now equipped with everything she needed, she went into the ladies, and entered an empty stall, where she undressed to bra and panties. She stored her business attire, neatly folded, in the unassuming brown paper bag from the supermarket, and then used the ketchup to produce a sizable stain on the summer dress.  The execution of her little plan now imminent, Mandy felt the now familiar naughty buzz in her pussy.  Slipping the flip-flops unto her feet, she went to the sinks, dress in hand, and set to work on the stain, making sure to wet the whole front of the dress thoroughly in the process. The stain got larger rather than smaller, the pigments being distributed over a larger area of dress, but getting the stain out was not the objective, anyway.  Mandy had to wait a while before someone came in, but she was determined to show of her underwear to someone. When someone did come in, Mandy made sure to stick out her rear while rubbing furiously at the stain, presenting the visitor a veritable butt shake. It aroused her greatly to show sexy butt moves to a stranger while having a perfectly harmless excuse.  She got the opportunity to present two further women with her underwear show before she decided it was time to proceed. She put on the still stained dress, the front of which now had become transparent, making her bra clearly visible. She then went home, using public transportation as always, pretending not to notice.  When she arrived at the building where she lived, and saw no-one immediately about, she took off her bra under the, thanks to the thorough soaking, still transparent dress. She then took the flip-flops into her free hand, the other still holding the bag, and walked up to her small apartment.  Once there, she spontaneously decided to spend the evening naked, wanting to know how it felt to go about her usual evening routine while wearing not a stitch. It aroused her surprisingly strongly to do naked what she normally did clothed, and she masturbated herself to a pleasant orgasm while snuggled up in front of the TV, as if for a normal day's end relaxation, only naked.  The next morning, Mandy went to work as usual, and nothing sexy happened until the afternoon. That is, nothing sexy unless you counted Mandy being barefoot and pantyless at her desk, which, as we know, was special to Mandy and kept her, if nothing else, interested and open-minded for anything that might occur.  And in the afternoon, something did occur, in the form of Rachel calling and ordering her upstairs to Ms. Caruthers' office. Mandy wasted no time getting into her stockings and shoes, so as not to displease her temporary boss.  However, when she arrived at the outer office, Rachel informed her that Ms. Caruthers had left on an appointment and would not return that day.  "So the office is all yours to have your own fun", she concluded with a wink.  Rachel entered the office of the stern and severe Ms. Caruthers, and while she did not immediately know what to do there, she wasted no time getting naked, since there was no doubt in her mind that nudity would be part of any fun she might have there.  Walking naked in the posh office was an even greater thrill than the quite naughty, but essentially harmless naked evening routine of the day before. However, thinking of that evening while strolling through the office and inspecting its details gave Mandy the idea that pretending to work naked would be a great thrill indeed.  She sat down in the great leather office chair, delighted in feeling the cool, textured natural leather on her bare skin, especially where it touched, due to the wy she sat, not only her buttocks but also her pussy.  Mandy used the two-way com to the outer office to summon Rachel, who at first didn't want to react to Mandy's whim, but relented when promised it would be fun. Mandy then dictated her secretary a nonsensical memo about how all women in the company where supposed to be naked while working at their desk, to increase productivity.  When Rachel was gone again, Mandy go up and went to the big windows, where she posed. It was rather save, as no other office windows where close enough to see anything, but it nevertheless satisfied a naughty, exhibitionistic urge of Mandy's. And the satisfaction of her exhibitionistic urges was a sure way to get Mandy's pussy wet.  She then sat back into the leather chair, put her bare feet up on the desk, and moved her knees apart. This gave her good access to her pussy, and her fingers made use of this. Soon, Mandy stifled the cries of an orgasm.  Not wanting it to be over so soon, Mandy then called Rachel in to bring her a much-needed glass of water, and when Rachel entered, she was greeted with the view of Mandy, sitting naked in the leather office chair, bare feet propped up and legs spread obscenely wide.  Since the seat of the chair was below the desk level, Rachel could not initially see much, but she moved around the desk, giving Mandy the requested glass of water, and an approving smile.  Mandy, not once thinking to cover up even one bit, took it gratefully and drank, her naked and very visible stomach rippling in sync with the movement of her soft-skinned bare throat as she drank it. After her intense masturbation in her boss' office, it took a moment until Mandy was ready to dress again. Rachel had meanwhile left the office again, paying tribute to an ancient understanding between woman that nudity and dressing or undressing were different things entirely.  Moving from Ms Caruthers' office to Rachel's workstation, now fully dressed in office attire again, Mandy opened a conversation:  "Do you have any casual-friday-related idea for tomorrow? I'm starting to like being daring at the office."  "Sorry dear, but there is no casual friday at this company."  Mandy was disappointed when hearing this, and it almost looked as if she was starting to pout.  "But", Rachel continued, "that doesn't mean I don't have ideas for tomorrow. One of them involves us driving to work together, so is there a place I could pick you up?"  Mandy gave Rachel her address.  Rachel stated the time she'd be there, and reminded Rachel to wear proper office clothes, including panties.  "Why panties? I like to be without, and besides, you'd be the last person I'd expect to ask me to wear them", Mandy asked, puzzled.  "Humor me", was all Rachel replied.  The next morning, Rachel was already waiting in front of her apartment building when Rachel arrived in her rather old economy car.  "Good morning", she said as she climbed inside.  "Good morning", came the reply, "please remove your panties and place them on the floor in front of you."  At first, Mandy was startled, especially as Rachel had specifically requested her to wear them, but then she realized how the panties' presence on the floor would announce the fact she wasn't wearing them, but only to those able to look inside the car. She complied and, raising her butt to slip the panties off, placed them on the floor.  Mandy felt a slight wave of naughtiness whenever she looked at the small garment lying on the floor of he car in front of her, but soon, she felt the urge to become a bit more daring. She raised her butt again and, bunching her skirt up a the waist, sat back down, her bare butt now in direct contact with the cheap and worn synthetic upholstery. She did not look to the side, but had she done so, she'd have seen an encouraging smile on Rachel's face.  After ten more minutes, Mandy, by then quite excited, had another idea: "Rachel, would you mind if I took my skirt off as well?"  "I was beginning to think I'd have to suggest it", came the reply.  Soon, Mandy's business skirt was spread on the floor, her panties spread neatly on top of it. On an impulse, Mandy completed the stripping of her lower body by slipping off her shoes and removing her stockings, then placing her bare feet on her skirt and panties, felling the fabric under her soles and, in case of the panties, also between her toes.  Driving through the morning traffic like this, utterly respectable business outfit on top and completely bare skin on the lower half, invisible to most if not all, was more exciting than Mandy would have thought. She was as naked as possible while appearing as clothed as possible, and this aroused her so much that she felt a bit of wetness from her pussy on the seat. She hoped Rachel did not mind.  When they passed the barrier to the underground parking attached to the office complex, Mandy was not sure whether she was relieved or sad about the fact no trucks or SUVs had passed them.  At Rachel's suggestion, she dressed not in the car, but outside of it, though her lower half was still hidden between two parking cars. It was just the sort of extra step that got Mandy going, and as a consequence of this and of the previous bottomless drive, the first thing she did when arrived at her windowless, out-off-the-way place of work was to put her panties into her drawer, remove her skirt, shoes and stockings and, her lower half naked but protected from any coincidental look by her desk, get herself to the first orgasm of the day.  A couple of hours later, Mandy was again respectably dressed, minus her panties of course, when a smiling Rachel entered.  "I've got some extra work for you, it's related to that taskforce you're in, you're supposed to complete it today so it can be reviewed in time for the next meeting. It will probably mean you'll have to put in extra hours today", she said, still smiling  "You seem to be awfully glad about that", replied Mandy, who had been working fast on her default task in order to enable a punctual start of the weekend without giving anyone cause to accuse her of shirking work.  "Well, I will be working late, too. And with my knowledge of when the cleaning crews will be where, the building will for all intents and purposes be ours", Rachel replied with a smile that had suddenly become contagious, as Mandy was now smiling as well.  Well after everyone else, safe for the aforementioned cleaning crews, had left for the weekend, Mandy announced completion of her extra work via the internal telephone net. She was then, to her surprise, told by Rachel that she should bring it up already naked.  Mandy received some simple instructions, the route was not too different from the one she would take during office hours. Or rather, from the one she would take clothed. The main difference was several required waits in certain places.  Mandy undressed, carefully picking the order of removal in order to maximise the thrill from undressing at work, or rather, at the workplace. She started by quickly stepping out of her shoes, using one foot to get the shoe off the other at the heel, rather than bending down. She had considered removing the shoes last, or maybe slipping them back on after getting rid of the stockings, in order to see how this contrasted to her increasing nudity, but then she decided it would only have an erotic effect if she wore heels. It was probably the first time in her life she *really* regretted not wearing any.  Once the shoes were off, she felt the cold floor tiles under her stockinged feet, signalling the beginning of "being naughty", as she had begun to call the things she did for arousal. This particular feeling did not last for long, however, as the very next thing she did was to roll her stockings down her legs, one by one, and cast them aside. Planting her bare feet on the floor, she once again enjoyed the feeling of being "naked up to her pussy", that special feeling of having no obstruction from her toes to her girl parts while being almost fully dressed and appearing decent to the casual observer.  Mandy's skirt was next to go, leaving her bottomless, while she still wore full business attire on her top half. This bottomlessness, being only a step in further undressing, had a different meaning to her than the previous one in the car: this time it was a deliberate deviation from the undressing in layers that occurs before mundane tasks like showering or changing.  For the rest of her clothes, there was only one possible sequence of removal. Mandy did, however, put her blazer back on after she was already naked, just to savour the feeling of wearing nothing else but it.  The undressing had taken longer than planned, and Mandy now hurriedly grabbed the folder and scampered of on her bare feet.  Tiptoeing along the corridors with quick and light steps, Mandy worried a litle that the long time she took undressing had somehow upset her schedule of movement, causing her to end up meeting one of the cleaning crews. Several times, a random noise caused her to literally jump a little.  She did, her fears notwithstanding, reach the first "waiting place" without incident. Shortening the waiting time a little, she was now back on schedule. But as she waited, a new worry overcame her when she suddenly remembered the security cameras. But there was nothing she could do right then, and she had no choice but to trust that Rachel had thought of them and made sure they wouldn't be a problem.  Mandy did remain uneasy though, and again jumped several times, still frightened by any random noise sounding through the mostly empty building.  However, Rachel's calculations were correct, and allowed for enough deviation, to get Mandy to Rachel safely.  Rachel assured Mandy that there was never any danger from the delay, and that the cameras would not be a problem. these assurances, combined with Rachel's presence, were enough to ensure that a much more relaxed Mandy then strolled along the corridors naked alongside her business-attired friend.  Now free of her fears, Mandy was really enjoying herself, almost skipping along, demanding of Rachel to go as many places inside the building as possible.  Rachel just smiled and replied that they needed to follow certain routes to not get caught, but offered a choice between a shorter route allowing them to collect Mandy's clothes, and a more "scenic" one.  "Can't we have both?", Mandy replied  "Sorry, that won't work"  "And if we split?"  Rachel didn't seem to pleased about that.  "Oh please", Mandy begged.  "OK then", Rachel finally relented.  "Is it save if I enter rooms?"  "Shouldn't be a problem, if you don't dawdle"  Rachel again explained the way to Mandy, and they parted ways at the required spot.  Continuing to scamper along the corridors naked, enjoying every barefooted step, Mandy was far too immersed in her fun to start worrying again, even with Rachel gone again.  Spotting a copy room in passing, Mandy couldn't resist going in. Grinning broadly, she widened her stance to get her upper body lower, and pressed her breasts onto the glass. Then she pressed the button. Looking at the black and white "copy" of her breasts, she giggles and decided to do one more. She sat on the glass and made a copy of her butt, too.  The two pieces of paper rolled up in her hand, Mandy cheerfully continued along her way, which eventually led her to Rachel's car. Not soon afterwards, Rachel arrived, carrying Mandy's clothes over her arm.  "On you, or in the trunk?"  Mandy, welcoming the chance to continue her nudity a bit longer, took no time at all to agree. And when Rachel, upon leaving the building, suggested to spend the rest of the day at her house, Mandy agreed to that, too.

Making a Weakness a Strength by Colin Pearce© Weak 1 I had finished the first assignment the temp agency had given me; it was only one day a week, 8.00 'til 2.00, filling in while someone was on a course for a month, but I was going on to the next straight away. It was a start and I had been assured that if I did ok, was punctual and efficient there would be more jobs coming my way. I was standing at the stop waiting for the bus that would take me to the next appointment when my mobile rang. It was Heather, my flat mate, asking how I had got on, which was real sweet of her. The traffic was noisy so I moved behind a line of trees. I walked to shelter at the side of a building and had to get across a large grill to get into a corner - although concentrating on the call I had not realised it. The sound of my shoes on the metal roused some interest from inside as a window opened and faces appeared below. I saw them well enough, standing just to the side of the grill as I was but as I was still speaking to my friend I thought it best to ignore them. It was all too apparent that they were not ignoring me, though... The faces belonged to two young men, hardly more than boys, and they were clearly taking the opportunity to look up my skirt. I felt confused and embarrassed; I didn't want to let my friend on the phone become aware of my predicament but I could not get further away from the prying eyes. Still pretending I had not seen them I pressed myself into the corner as far as I could. I was pretty sure that the boys were getting quite a good show of leg but little else, so I contented myself with the thought that I was keeping my modesty intact! Then of course the bus I needed came. My options seemed pretty limited... to remonstrate with the boys and tell them to shut their window so I could get back across the grill without embarrassment, miss the bus and wait where I was until they got bored, or what I decided to do in the seconds I had. Somehow the thought of not acknowledge the two leering faces was less uncomfortable than trying to persuade them not to look up my skirt – I would be quite ashamed as a 28 year old to put myself in a position where I had to plead with youngsters 10 years my junior. And I certainly could not hang around for at least another half an hour given what had been said about punctuality. So I ended the call and walked as briskly as I could back across the grill, keeping my legs together as much as I could whilst holding my skirt close to me; all without making it obvious I was trying to stop anyone seeing up it. I guess it was only three or four steps but it seemed as though I had to do the 100 metres sprint over the grill. As I did so wolf whistles and jeers greeted the sight below. Of course I had to pretend not to hear them as my face flushed and I hurried on. Once on the bus I pretended that my red face was as a result of running to catch it, but try as I might to just forget the incident I could not erase it from my mind for the rest of the day. I had been made to feel so vulnerable by two teens all for seeing nothing more than my legs – less than I would have been happy to show off at the beach. But it was more private, more intrusive than that and I was intrigued that the possibility of seeing my knickers had captivated my voyeurers. Once I got home I took a mirror from my bedroom wall and stood over it, trying to find out what they had seen. My skirt was just above the knee and I had black knickers on so even with my feet on either side of the mirror and my legs further apart than I think they had been above the grill I was not able to make out much of the shape of my bum or the top of my legs – all that fretting for so little I told myself. But part of me was disappointed, it was almost that the embarrassment I had felt so acutely had not been worthwhile. I told Heather about what had been happening during our phone conversation earlier in the day. "It's just like when I was at school" she replied, "first formers would stand at the side of the stairs looking up, hoping to see the knickers of older girls. Most of my friends were horrified by the little jerks, and that seemed to please them just as much. But I liked to tease them and sometimes I deliberately let them see up my skirt and that meant they didn't have any power: I decided what they saw and when." This all seemed very confident for a girl who would have been no older than the lads who had unnerved me this afternoon but it still made sense, away of gaining control. I wondered if I could ever have the resolve to do the same. "Bet you couldn't go back there and flash your panties at them." "No, you're probably right – I couldn't" I replied, but already trying to steel myself. Weak 2 I dressed in the same skirt as I had for the job last week, but this time with white panties underneath. I stood over the mirror again, and yes they were more visible and the curve of my buttocks quite discernable. As I headed for town I told myself alternately that I was going to go through with it and then that I was just playing with the idea. I certainly hadn't told Heather of my plan/dilemma – in fact last week's incident hadn't been mentioned again. Intermittently I thought about standing right over the grill and eyes of 18 year olds looking up at me; if I summoned up the conviction that I was in control I felt quite sexy about it. If I could keep conjuring up that feeling I was sure I could do it. So at 2.00 I said goodbye to the other office girls and first headed for the ladies. There I fantasised about showing myself off, rubbed my crotch and breasts through my clothes enough to feel aroused but not so as I wanted to cum. I then set off for the bus stop, except I was really heading for the grill. This time I took more notice of the building it was next to; it was a college and the side the bus stop was nearest to seemed to house the gym. I march right up to it as I knew that if I allowed myself to doubt I would be scared away by the humiliation of what I was doing, not empowered by being in control. Just for a moment I hesitated right in front of the metal bars that I knew would alert the people below. Fleetingly I thought it may not be the same lads inside, something I had not considered until right then... it didn't matter, it was me who was different. My shoes rattled the grill, the window squeaked open and this time three pairs of eyes peered up. I kept my legs as open as I dared, which may have not been very much but felt like doing the splits. Looking down I recognised two of the teens from before and I am sure they recognised me. I did think of running off as quickly as I could but that would have meant I had no control. So I willed myself to stay. Suddenly I thought about not what I looked like to those below but those on the street; I imagined I would appear rather abnormal. Last week I had been on the phone and that somehow would have seemed more natural. So I did the natural thing and got my mobile out. It didn't occur to me that I could just pretend to talk to someone, instead I rang Heather. "Hi, Heather. Guess where I am?" "No, not yet. Remember I told you about having to walk over a grill last week and you said 'Bet you couldn't go back'? Well that's where I am!" "I sure am - in white knickers so they can see better." "I'm not making it up! Listen..." I held the phone by my side, over the grill in the hope that Heather would be able to hear the wolf whistles, and calls of "Get'em off!" "Did you get that?" "See, I am here!" We talked for a few more minutes until I could see the no 24 working its way through the traffic. "The bus is coming now; got to go" With some elation I dropped the phone back in my bag, bent slightly down and called out "Bye, boys!" before striding towards the stop. I felt proud, strong and sexy. Weak 3 Heather had laughed, half from disbelief, half from amusement when we had both got home. "You've got more bottle than I thought!" was her assessment. She thought that was the end of it but the whole thing was still nagging at me and I often thought about the nerves I had had, the sheer will power it had taken to stay standing over the grill knowing I was deliberately allowing people to look between my legs, the possibility that others would work out what I was doing, the thrill the whole thing had given me... When Heather was out I spent two or three hours stood over the mirror looking for the best combination of skirt or dress and panties, just to see if I could have made a better display – not intending to actually to do it again. The best combination was a light summary dress and a white thong with hold up stockings. I tried it with suspenders but there were too obvious under the dress. I began to regret that I had not done this "research" before and slowly I realised that I was going to have to do it again if I was going to get the thing out of my head... I got quite excited dressing for work on the day. The dress and wearing stockings, let alone a thong were quite different to what I had turned up in before. The dress was slightly too summery for the weather and colleagues did comment on my more feminine appearance but soon formed the impression that I must be meeting someone after work, which I fostered. At 2.00 I headed for the loos again; I pulled my dress around my waist this time and rubbed myself through the thong thinking of the eyes that would soon be seeing what none of my colleagues had. When I was sufficiently aroused off I headed again. I almost marched to the grill and without hesitation I strode onto it; immediately the window opened. The two young men who had seen me the first time were there but the third was different to last time and I became aware that there were more behind them pressing closer to the window to get a look. Cries of "she's here" and "get a look at that" greeted me. As before I got my phone out but only pretended to have a conversation – if I rang Heather again I was sure she would have thought I was taking this too far and there was no one else I could possibly have rung. So I ran a commentary on what was happening to myself. "There are three boys below looking up my dress and they are calling to others behind them about what they can see. I can't make it all out but they are saying things like, 'she's wearing stockings', 'you can see her arse', 'I'm telling you it's a fucking g-string!' Oh, there's no need for that language!" I giggled into the mouth piece after each phrase I recounted, somehow the fact they were getting excited about me was quite amusing. I was truly in control; I felt I had them round my little finger! "I'm going to close my legs to tease them" I told my imaginary friend on the other end. "Now they are groaning... and asking me to show them my bum again! They are saying 'open your legs up', 'if you can hear us please let us see some more'. Well, seeing as they asked so nicely..." I shifted my foot one, two, three, and then four bars to the right, the widest I had dared to spread my legs (I would have opened them wider than that for my vouyerers, but I was more concerned about what I would have looked like to passers by). My move was greeted by cheers and more wolf whistles! "They are in the palm of my hand" It was about then that I was aware of a flash of light; at first I thought it was the sun reflecting off a moving car but then it happened again. There was no mistaking the flash of a camera that illuminated my dress from the inside and would have alerted to anyone who happened to glance my way as to what was going on. Immediately I got off the grill, wall side. The prospect of photos of my arse being passed round the college, or even put up on the internet then came to mind. Like the first time I had strayed over the grill though I was now trapped, the only way to meet my bus, which would not be long now, was to walk back over it. Either I just walked back across risking further flashes (in more ways than one) or I attempted to negotiate my way out of the situation. Bending down and attempting to hide my face as much as possible for fear that a photo of me could give my identity away I hissed "What the hell do you think you are doing? Do you want everyone to know what we are doing?!" "It was too good a chance" someone laughed. "Well you are ruining everyone else's chances" I retorted, saying the first thing that came into my head. "Chances of what?" said the boy with the camera in his hand. "Are you going to show us your pussy?" his friend asked. "Put that camera away and I might" I said rather feebly, seeing my bus coming and knowing I had to get out of there quickly. "Ok, it's going away now" the first boy said, and I saw him slip it into his pocket. "Let's see what you've got!" "Not now, I've got to go. I'll be back next week." "As if!" "I will, and I promise I'll have no knickers on." I said standing ready to run as the bus was at the stop. "But if there any cameras around I'll go straight away and you will see nothing!" There was some shouting as I made a dash across the grill but I could not make it out. I got to the bus just as the doors were closing but the driver was good enough to open them for me "anything for a pretty girl" he quipped. Ordinarily I might have picked him up on that remark but how could I after what I had just been doing? Besides my head was dizzy with what I had just promised to do; of course I could just ignore it and never go back near the school again, couldn't I? That evening I stood over my digital camera taking pictures of up my skirt, with and without panties. Weak 4 From believing I was in complete command of the situation to pleading and bargaining in, literally, a flash: I was flung back to the same feeling of embarrassment I had felt the first time I had walked over the grill and the same dilemma off how to win back control. It came down to this: how could I get back my self respect? If I did not keep my promise I would feel that I was cheating and dishonest, but how could showing my pussy to teenagers be a way of getting self respect?! And if I did I would just feel I was being compliant, that they were in control, not me. I couldn't talk about all this to Heather, of course, but I did remember what she said about her being the one decided what the kids in her school saw and that gave her the upper hand. I decided that is what I had to do. I had said they could not take photographs; maybe I should take pictures to give to them, perhaps completely naked so that they could see my tits too. I took several, making sure I didn't show my face. I thought about how I could give them to the boys, on a disc or print them off. The possibility of them being found, passed round or put up on the internet did not make feel I was in control though so I decided against it. Finally I hit upon the best thing I could do. They wanted to see my pussy? They could – and I would give them the best view possible, better than that I would show them what an aroused and engorged pussy looked like. A couple of years ago some girl friends of mine had bought a group of us embarrassing gifts from a sex shop they had been dared to go into. They had a vibrator for one girl of course, crocheless panties for another and ben-wah balls for me. I had tried them once and quite enjoyed the feel of them inside me; pulling them out had been the most exciting thing, though. I tried them again, standing over the mirror and taking pictures of myself too. It was clear that popping them out standing up with a skirt on was going to be very difficult and, unless I thought of something, very obvious to anyone watching. I decided that I would wear as short a skirt as possible and tie a thread to the little chain that attached to the last ball to be inserted and hung down. It would hardly be seen and if I measured it right could belong enough for me to bend over and pull from around my knees, pretending to pick something off my leg. It all took quite a while to work out but on the morning of the final Tuesday I would be going to this temp job I dressed in a mid thigh-length leather skirt (not the shortest I have but the one I thought I could get away with) hold-up stockings, boots and a tight woollen top over my bra. I frigged myself thinking about what I was planning to do until I was wet enough to push the ben-wah balls, with the thread already tied onto the chain, up my cunt. Finally I pulled on a pair of knickers, partly because I wanted to feel sure that the balls were not going to drop out at any point (I knew they wouldn't but I wanted to be safe rather than sorry) and partly because I knew the balls would keep me aroused and my panties would stop any leaks. I looked at myself in the mirror, now back on the wall, and thought it all looked a sexy ensemble; a little provocative for an office job, but it was my last day, so what the hell! Off I went with the balls massaging my pussy as I walked. My appearance drew quite a lot of attention, with everyone assuming I was dressed to wow whoever my boyfriend was, so I strung them along a bit saying he was someone at the next job I was going out with. Three of the girls took me off an hour early for a drink as it was my last day. I was quite glad of the alcoholic lubrication given what I had planned. We said goodbye at about quarter to two, giving me some extra time to prepare. Again I made for the ladies and in a cubicle I pulled down my knickers. Given all the stimulation from the balls I wasn't surprised to find the crotch quite wet but I still wanted to get to a higher state of arousal before attempting to pull them out or, indeed to have the nerve to go ahead with the x-rated show I wanted to give. I sat on the loo and began frigging, imagining the look on the lad's faces. When I masturbate I most often play with my breasts so I pulled up my top and unclasped my bra to pinch and pull my nipples. I was close to coming and just had the will power to stop before going over the edge. To keep that level of excitement up though I pulled the top right off and removed the bra putting it with my knickers in my shoulder bag. My voyerers were not going to benefit much from the top stretching across my braless tits to outline my nipples, but I was enjoying the sensation. Once my clothes and hair were all back in place I strode off to the college for the forth time. The boys were clearly expecting me to keep my promise as the three I recognised had already climbed out of the window and wedged themselves into the space directly below the grill. Three others had taken their place inside. The first thing I did was to drop the knickers I had taken off between the bars, which was greeted by cheers and clapping. I warned them not to make so much noise that it might attract attention and they were certainly not to take any pictures. The first time either happened I would leave and never come back. There was mumbled acceptance and I stepped on to the grill to the sound of muted excitement. Slowly I parted my legs then felt for the thread at the end of the ben wah balls; it had become slippery and sodden with my juices and as I pulled it just came away from the chain I had tied it to. Momentarily I was flummoxed: this was to be the culmination of my exhibitionism and now I might not be able to pull it off; I certainly could not reach up my skirt to get the chain, that would have been far to obvious. The only thing for it would be to crouch down and see if I could get hold of it. I put my bag down in front of me and tried to squat behind it. The leather skirt was too tight to allow me to open my legs like that, so with as much grace as I could muster, I half stood and hitched it up as far as I dared. I knew that my thighs above the stocking part of the tights would be visible from the side but was fairly confident that I would be able to see anyone coming in that direction before it became obvious. I was also aware that those below were getting an unrestricted and close up view of my arse too. With one knee resting uncomfortably on a bar and the foot of the other leg planted firmly on another so that that knee was bent my thighs were as wide as possible. The skirt complained about being stretched and I felt the seam go at the back. Unable to do anything about that now I pretended to be looking for something in my bag to disguise what I was doing. Once I was sure I could balance and that I looked as natural as possible I reached between my legs and found the little chain and began pulling the balls out of my cunt. They were about 4cms across and I could feel the opening stretch to allow the first though. The lips of my lobelia clung to the ball and were spread and pulled down by it. Finally the ball popped out with what sounded like a fart as my cunt sucked in air behind it and to a spray of my juices on to my thighs and probably those below. There were a series of noises from them, amazement, shock, excitement all at once. I was gasping for air as I had hardly remembered to breathe and I felt exhilarated! The end of the chain now dangled just between the bars of the grill and I thought the lad closest to me could just about reach it. "Pull it slowly like I did" I instructed him. He managed to grasp it and tugged. The second ball squeezed though my cunt as I endeavoured to look to the rest of the world as though I was diligently searching in my bag. The same feelings of being stretched and pulled sent sexual shockwaves through my body, partly though the physical sensations but also the fact that a 16 year old youth was causing them while five of his friends were watching my pussy being opened up by him. Rather sooner than I had hoped the ball squirted out accompanied by the same filthy sound and spray of juices. I felt really close to coming and knew that only a couple of strokes of my clit would bring me to climax. As I wondered if I could possibly finger myself without exposing my entire fanny I suddenly felt fingers on the ankle and thigh of my right, kneeling leg. Emboldened by my instructions to the one boy the others had shuffled themselves round below me so that they could touch me. Another hand reached up and groped my arse. I could feel my buttocks being spread. Slowly the others crept up my legs. Very soon clumsy, inexperienced fingers were pawing at my pussy and bum; they prodded at my arsehole and pushed into my cunt. I desperately wanted them to frig me, and pleaded with them to rub my clit but either they didn't know where it was or couldn't quite reach. Being so close to orgasm yet not quite being able to cum was making me dizzy and I was frightened I would do something really silly, like strip off all my clothes – which I felt like doing. While I was in this predicament the bus I needed to catch came up the road. My mind urged me to get to the bus stop but my body would just not react. Mentally I went through standing up, gathering my things and walking to the stop but my legs stayed rooted, unable to break the hold that eyes and hands had on me. Even as in my head I was running for the bus my legs were splaying further apart, with both knees on the grill now trying to get more in reach of the fingers. The seam at the back of the skirt rent further as I did so. Vaguely I knew this was going to put me in a predicament to say the least but it was more urgent to cum. The fingers did press against my clit now but they were more interested in parting the lips and poking inside my cunt. They spread the juice from it over my thighs and arse. Hardly able to speak now I listened to what my molesters (I could not call them mere vouyerers now) were saying. "get your finger as far up as you can... look at her arse... you can smell her cunt... spread the lips on her... does it feel sticky?..." Suddenly there was a change in the atmosphere, the fingers and eyes left me and a voice called "We've got to go or we'll get caught". The sound of scrambling came from below and finally the window banging shut – but not before another voice hissed "thank you, Miss." WEAKER I found myself almost crying, I think it was out of frustration and desperation, but from humiliation too. Here I was, a grown woman, allowing myself to be reduced to a quivering sex object for teenagers, more than willing for them to touch me in such private ways in such a public place. I had tried to be the one in control, who dictated what would happen but the truth was that at that moment I would have done whatever they wanted if only the would have given me release. No more photographs I had said, but they could have put me put me under a spotlight and video'd the whole thing, they could have stripped me naked right there, they could have sprayed their cocks all over me as long as I could have cum too. Shakily I got to my feet; my knees hurt and I could hardly stand but I managed to stumble away from the grill. I pulled my skirt down and feeling round the back I found that it was indeed ripped half way up my backside. I couldn't see but I was sure that it would be visible to all when I walked. Of course I didn't even have a pair of knickers to put on. I thought about what I should do; I certainly couldn't wait until nightfall for the darkness to hide my embarrassment. The sexed up side of me (and I was still feeling erotically charged, needing to cum) was saying "be brazen, go on flash your arse!) The side of me that felt humbled by the whole experience was screaming 'No! How could you even think of it?' It was the side that was winning when I was aware I was being called to. A side window had opened up and a man was looking down. "Are you ok?" "Sure, I'll be alright." "You don't seem well. Is there anything I can do?" I needed to think swiftly; this guy might be able to get me out of this mess, but he could add to my trouble by realising how I got into it. What had he already witnessed? If he had seen nothing how would I explain myself...? "Err, I've just had a bit of a shock" I said. "Actually there is something, do you know the number of a taxi I could call?" "I'll find one and be right down" Damn. If only he could have shouted it down, but he was gone and I couldn't stop him. I didn't want him to see me like this but it would be worse if I walked away and a lot more people did. So I stood with my back and torn skirt against the wall trying to put a story together in my head. The man soon came round the corner with a piece of paper in his hand. He is quite old, 60's probably, dressed in a really old fashioned way in sports jacket, tie and pressed trousers. "Here's a number" he said. "Do you want me to phone it for you?" "No, I will be fine, now, thanks." "Look I will stay with you until a taxi arrives. You look very shaken." "It's alright, honestly" I almost plead. "Well at least I should make sure one is on its way." "Ok" I say; it seemed a good compromise. I took the number from him and began to dial, but I still felt a bit dizzy and had problems pressing the right numbers." "Here, let me" my would-be knight in shining armour said and I handed him the mobile. He started to ring it but stopped and said "Look, I don't want to seem pushy at all but my car is not far away and I could drive you where you want to go, rather than wait for a taxi to arrive. It could be ages." Again I have to think fast. I could be out of the frying pan and into a fire here – but that might be better than taking my chances like this with a taxi driver. If I were to catch one I'd have to stand out on the pavement to wave it down... "Would you? That would be very kind, but I don't want to put you to any trouble." "It's no trouble at all. If you come with me..." "I'm not sure I can walk very well" I say hastily, "if you could drive here I could hobble to your car, if that's ok." "Sure... I'll beep when I get to the bus stop over there" he replied waving his had to the place I should have got on to get to my next job. While he was gone I did just manage to ring the people there and concocted a story about being told my sister had been in a car crash and having to go to a hospital (I thought that was better to say than I was ill because the agency would find out I had been ok) I considered telling the gentleman the same thing, but realised he would want to take me to an accident and emergency somewhere. Having got that sorted I felt more confident and started to think how I could extend my adventure rather than be cowed by events – I still hadn't cum and my pussy was demanding some attention. First I twisted the skirt so the split was at the side – still revealing but at least not showing off my crack. I resolved I would give my driver an eyeful as the split would be on his side, but not any passerby. I heard the horn and holding my skirt together as best I could until I reached the car door. I manoeuvred my way in so as to ensure the man got as much a view of thigh and buttock as I could. Once I was in I 'apologised' for the amount of flesh on display "I don't think there is a ladylike way of getting in with a torn skirt like this." "Don't worry on my account! How did you come by doing that? "I stumbled and it split as I fell – after all it is pretty tight" I lied unconvincingly. "So where do you want me to take you, then?" I hadn't considered that at all up to that moment. "Er, I don't know whether it's best to go to a shop for a skirt or home first", I stalled. "There's a bus coming so I'll pull away, while you think". The car moved off, then the man turned and said "You don't seem in a fit state to go shopping, and not dressed for it either". "No, I guess not, I'm hardly dressed at all, in fact!" I wanted more thinking time about where to go and to have some fun by embarrassing the old guy – see him squirm. But he wasn't fazed. "I'd already seen that! So how come you haven't got much on?" "I like showing off and people seem to like a bit of leg." "And more..." "I guess they would if they got half a chance!" "Well if you stand on that grill, they will." "Do you think anyone would have been able to see me?" I said in mock surprise. "I know so." He pulled a mobile phone out of his pocket and handed it to me. On it was a picture – up a woman's skirt from below the grill. It was my skirt - and my bum - in the picture. I felt myself redden. It must have been the photo taken last week. "Did you take this?" I asked, attempting to show I knew nothing about it. "Hardly, it was one of the students. Don't know which one, this may not be his phone – that picture will have gone round the whole college in days!" It was left behind a few days ago and I picked it up, flicked through it and found that." "So why did you have it ready to show me?" I enquired, beginning to realise that somehow I had been rumbled. "Look at the date and time the photo was taken." I confessed I had no idea how to do that and he told me step by step. 05.06.07 - 14.13 it clearly read. "So I just stood at the window I called to you from the same time a week later and there you were." "I see" I said rather weakly." "Of course, that would be pretty damning if it was handed to particular people..." "That sounds like blackmail." "From what I've seen that won't be needed. You clearly like showing off." 'Take control' was the only thing I could think. How could I be the one who decided what I was going to show and to who? My mind raced back to what Heather had said, "I liked to tease them and sometimes I deliberately let them see up my skirt and that meant they didn't have any power." "Bet you would like to see my knickers, just like in the picture" I ventured, knowing the answer. "I could hardly refuse such a kind invitation." I lifted my bum off the seat and pulled my skirt up at the back, then as we drew up at some lights I slowly hitched the front up too, revealing the tops of the stocking tights, then my thighs, then my bush. I didn't stop until the hem of my skirt was up at breast height, but kept my legs together so he couldn't see my cunt. "How lovely... You showed them your pussy didn't you?" "I did" I replied, pulling the skirt down quickly. "And I'll show you too, but they're green again" I said, nodding at the lights, "and you've got to concentrate on the road". "Yes, yes, I'll try." He was clearly a little flustered, getting the wrong gear as we drove off. "Well, the basketballers got a better show than most, that's for sure!" "What do you mean, 'most'?" "There are often rumours of women exposing themselves over that grating but we actually only get to know of one every year or so. Somehow there is something about that spot above the changing room that draws people to flashing their knickers. Of course with most you don't know if they realise people are looking – but if they come back and especially if they are not wearing any..." Although I was happy for the gentleman to know I had exposed myself to the students I hoped that he didn't realise that I had allowed them to touch me, had had an urgent need for them to – that would give him too much power. I had forgotten that I was supposed to be saying where I wanted to go, but the gentleman seemed to be driving somewhere purposefully. "So where are you taking me?" "I thought we might have a bit of fun, at this nature place round here" he replied as we turned a corner and entered a car park. I had seen the signs as I had passed before but never been in. "Looks a bit public" I said as nonchalantly as I could. "This area is but if you walk through there's more at the back most people don't go." With that he got out and I had no choice but to follow. I wondered what people looking at us thought as we walked through the gardens, me looking every inch a tart and him a respectable gent. A prostitute and her client? A father and daughter – more likely a grandfather and granddaughter! I decided I would play the part of a bimbo and he would be my sugar-daddy. So I took his arm and cuddled up to his side. And people did look at me; at breasts in a tight top, at legs in a short skirt and glimpsed thigh as the rip parted and closed as I walked. Onlookers got fewer as we walked further on until there was almost no one as we entered a woodland walk area. Here my sugar daddy got more adventurous and talked of what we might do – or rather what I might do. He wanted to take pictures with the camera phone of me baring my tits and then get it back to whoever it belonged to with them on. The idea really appealed to me – having banned him from taking any photos I would be giving them to him because I wanted to. I set one condition: "you're not to get my face in any of them – I don't want to be recognised!" It was a deal. It was rather dark to get a good picture in amongst the trees so we set off to find enough of a clearing. The whole idea was stimulating me more as I thought about what I was going to do and my clit began throbbing again. I remembered the ache to cum that had not been satisfied may be 30, 40mins ago and the desire came back – strongly. Eager to expose my breasts now I began suggesting places; "How about here?" "No the light still isn't good enough." "Here then." "No, it will better just over there" Eventually we came to the edge of a field with me standing just between the first trees and the gentleman in the field. Immediately I lifted my top to bare my breasts; the nipples standing out because of my obvious excitement. "You're keen" he said. "You bet! Click away..." He did. This was the first time I had exposed my tits in a public place – I'd not even been topless on a beach and I felt really sexy. Of course I had shown my pussy at the college, but a first is always exiting. For some reason the gentleman was not as taken with it all. "I can't get a good shot of your breasts to show that you are in woods without getting your face in" he complained. With that he walked over to me and lifted my shirt up. I thought he was going to take it right off but he just pulled it over my head like footballers do to celebrate scoring. He began taking the pictures and I realised this was a way of concealing my identity but showing my body. "Fondle your breasts for me..." I did, squeezing and caressing them. "Now turn round and show me your derriere..." Again I complied and stuck my bum out towards the camera. I twisted the skirt around so the rip was at the back then I took hold of the hem and with a tug on both sides tore the seam right to the waistband. I knew it would make for a very awkward and revealing walk back through the gardens but right now I wanted to show how dirty and horny I felt. And I felt very, very dirty; ready to do anything I was asked. "Part your buttocks..." I wasn't sure why anyone would want to see my arsehole ... but the lads back at the college had already got a good look and had fingered it so I pulled my butt cheeks apart and bent over. "Time to give yourself an orgasm..." The matter of fact way the gentlemen told me to make myself cum just added to the excitement and I immediately turned to face him, squatted with my legs wide open and began rubbing my clit. My fanny was dribbling juices and mad lewd squishing noises as I pushed fingers inside of me and spread the lips. Soon I was writhing in the throws of a wonderful orgasm that rushed through me. Guttural sounds and expletives ejaculated uncontrollably from my throat while the camera captured it all. Exhausted, I dropped forward on to my knees and rested, not even having the energy to rearrange my clothing. The gentleman took hold of my hand, though and got me to my feet, "Come this way" he urged. I followed his lead, taking the top from my eyes so I could see where I was going. A fallen tree blocked the path we were on but I was asked to climb up on to it, then sit down. This brought my head to about shoulder height. "Pull you top up again", the gentleman asked. I did so, expecting more pictures to be taken, but I heard a zipper being undone and could just about make out thought the fabric that he was getting his prick out. "This is where I get screwed" I thought, "I wonder how he is going to take me?" From what movement I could see he was stiffening his cock with his hands. After just a few stokes he asked me to hold my breasts up. I took them in my hands, pushing them together and as I did warm gobs of spunk splashed on my tits and fingers. He grunted as he wanked over me until letting out a deep, satisfied sounding sigh. I was disappointed that I hadn't the chance to at least give him a blow job and felt a bit flummoxed. Not knowing what to say I just said "Thank you" "Oh, the pleasure was all mine" he responded, as he pulled down my top and cleaned his knob with the material. "It is very remiss of me" he added, but I don't have anything to help clean you up with" and I became aware of just how filthy I had become. In both senses. There was dirt on my knees, what little clothes I had on were ripped and dishevelled, and I reeked of sex. I tried getting the gentleman's seamen off with my hands as best I could and whipping them on the grass but much of it just got smeared over my body. With my top pulled down and the tear in my skirt pulled round to the side we set off back through the Park. Whereas I had felt brazen and sexy coming in I now felt really self-conscious – more than that, humiliated. I didn't just look as though I had been 'dragged through a hedge backwards' as my mother would have said but fucked through one, doggie style. The gentleman was walking fast and I had to trot to keep up with him, trying to hold my skirt together and save what modestly I could. Although that did seem a forlorn attempt, with the spunk drying on my tits and belly, sticking the top to me and a gapping whole exposing my thigh with every step. People stared at me and I could see it in their eyes that they thought I was a slut. At last we reached the car. "Shall I take you home now?" "Yes, please" I gave the gentleman the address and as we drove I looked at the pictures he had taken. There I was groping my tits and pulling my nipples, displaying my arse and frigging. Except that last one wasn't a picture but a video. It captured my fingers rubbing and being buried in my cunt as well as the animal like noises I had made – I didn't realise I was being so loud! Watching myself I thought I had put on a good performance. I hope the guy who owned the phone thought so and got off watching me. Perhaps looking such a slut was worth it. It wasn't long before we arrived and I was quite worried at the thought that someone might see me here but also excited about it. There was nothing for it but to take my keys in my hand and dash for the front door as quickly as I could. Just before I got out of the car though, the gentleman gave me his card. No one was in as I walked in the flat. My clothes went in the bin and I went in the shower. Drying myself off in my room I saw the card and read it: Mr D. Cole, Lecturer, St Giles College and a number. "Call me if you would enjoy further lessons" was written on the back. Naked on the bed I relived the experience of the day becoming aroused all over again at the thought that I had changed so much in four weeks; exposing myself so shamelessly to several young men, an old one and a camera; allowing myself to be touched and even jizzed on by people I did not know; looking like a dirty nympho in public. But was it because I had succumbed in weakness or been strong in my sexuality? I masturbated in front of the mirror with Mr Cole's card in my hand and wondered if I would find out if I rang his number...

My Sisters and Me by Drew After some much needed rest and detox, Nina had forgiven my sisters. I was relieved at how calm she was regarding the whole situation but I guess if you come on Spring Break as a college student you kind of expect some drunken, horny debauchery to take place. And while she had forgiven them, that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to seek revenge. Alas, all of us were on high alert which made it nearly impossible to catch someone off guard. Nina and I tried the shower trick again, this time with Maddy, but she was wise enough to lock the door and bring in an extra set of clothes. We tried dumping water on my sisters as they sunbathed with their tops untied, but they moved out of the way right as we poured the water. The boys were unsurprisingly eager to help out. That is, until Katie de-pantsed Brian when he finally worked up the courage to approach a girl his age. This girl was wayyy out of his league as it was, and seeing her snicker at him with his bathing suit around his ankles gave him a much-needed ego check. He pouted the rest of the trip and his younger brothers didn’t dare try anything after that. Unfortunately, Nina and I never got the chance to hook up. Neither of us had a room to ourselves and with this little prank war going on, we were way too nervous to try and do it in public. The spark between us burned feverishly and I had her number and social media, but I’d had enough “vacation girlfriends” in my life to know I would almost certainly never see her again. I’ve always found “out of sight out of mind” to be more accurate than “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” Nonetheless, we said our goodbyes and I truthfully would miss her. My family and I flew out at the same time, though, different flights than Jim and his family. While hugging them, I noticed Katie whispering something in Brian’s ear and running her fingers quickly across her throat. He laughed nervously and my guess is she threatened him about the shower video he still had on his phone. She never was able to get that back. We would see them all again at Jim and Emily’s wedding. We arrived back in the city but I was in good spirits. Summer would be arriving shortly which meant late nights, rooftop pools, and scantily clad women. Being back home also meant more privacy than I had the past week. Perhaps, fooling around with Katie would become a regular thing now that we could do it unnoticed. I was certainly going to try. A few weeks after vacation I joined Katie and Kelly on a kayak trip. While Katie was filling out some paperwork and paying, Kelly approached me. “Heard ya had a little fling in Cancun huh?” she asked. “I did. What, are you, jealous?” I teased her. “Not sure yet. Katie didn’t give me much details. Just how many times did you spy on her?” “Ha. Ha,” I said sarcastically. “Let’s just say they had a lot of closets in the hotel rooms.” “Oh wow. I am jealous!” I chuckled. “Thanks for being so cool about that, by the way. It really was an accident. Well, sort of.” “Haha, no problem. I still owe you payback though.” “Yeah, maybe,” I paused. Not sure why I felt the need but I then blurted out, “I didn’t do anything in Cancun with that girl by the way.” I made sure to specify that girl as otherwise I would be lying. “A little making out. Well, I did see her naked, but not in a hook up sense. It was kind of accident, we – " “Drew?” “ – yeah?” “Just stop,” Kelly laughed. Katie came back over to us. “What’re you two laughing about?” She asked. “Nothing, just talking about Cancun,” I said. Katie narrowed her eyes at me. But she knew I’d never tell anyone about that story. “Telling her all about her clone down there, eh?” “My clone?” Kelly asked. “Oh yeah. Drew’s girl I told you about reminded us suspiciously of you,” Katie said, smirking. The three of us began pulling our kayaks down to the dock. “Oh, did she now?” I saw a hint of satisfaction on Kelly’s face. “No,” I tried to brush them off, but could feel some heat appearing in my face. “She was black. Or mixed, maybe. You’re Asian.” “Mixed too, actually,” Kelly said. “Primarily Filipina and Fijian. But there’s some Portuguese and Irish in there.” “Ouch. Bold of you to assume someone’s race, Drew.” Katie said, grinning. Kelly raised her eyebrows at me. “Yeah, I’m just gonna shut up now,” I said. The girls giggled. We reached the edge of the dock and I removed my shirt. Kelly and Katie stripped down to their swimsuits as well and I was happy to be wearing dark shades. They had both developed nice-looking base tans. Kelly’s boobs were round and pushed up in her top, but I remembered how cute and pointy they were when let loose. Hopefully, I’d get to see them in that fashion again. We got into our kayaks and began paddling down the river. I got in front of the girls with ease and hoped they were enjoying the view as I could feel my back muscles working with each row. Once we were about to break into the bay, I saw a heavier woman who had somehow managed to flip her kayak. She was standing in the river, trying to get it turned upright, but it had filled with water and she was struggling. I hopped out and worked with her to flip it back over and empty out the water. She was able to get back in and I was pleased with myself as I saw Kelly smiling at me when I was getting back in my own kayak. We enjoyed the rest of the day lazily paddling around in the water. Once the sun began its descent, we headed back to the dock. “That was fun!” Kelly said as we put our clothes back on. “Yeah, should definitely do it again sometime. Could try the other river?” I offered. “For sure,” Katie said. “You guys wanna grab a bite and a drink?” Kelly asked. “Gotta work. Graveyard shift,” I groaned. “Ahh, that sucks.” “I will, Kels. I’m starving.” I said my farewells and grabbed my phone and wallet from my dry-bag. I began walking back toward the subway and saw that Maddy had sent me a snapchat message. I waited until I got into the darkness of the subway tunnel before opening it. I wanted to make sure I could see it properly, without the glare of the sunlight. Not sure what I was hoping for, exactly, but Maddy had teased me in the past. When I opened the app, I saw it was a video that she sent. I clicked on it and it opened up on my screen. Maddy was holding the phone and filming in a bedroom that I didn’t recognize. The walls were painted light blue and there were trophies and snowboards hung up on the wall. There was a typed-out message that read: {Ara says hiiiiii!} “Hey Drew! Just wanna say Ara misses you!” Maddy’s voice came through my speakers. The video was pretty jerky and all I could see was an empty room. “Oh my gosh, shut up!” I heard Ara’s voice. The camera turned to the side and I saw Ara’s body come into view. She was totally topless, and only wearing a small pair of cotton shorts. Oh shit! I brought my phone closer to my eyes to see better, and so no one around me could see what I was watching. I saw a glimpse of Ara’s sideboob before she covered up and turned her bare back to the camera. She looked over her shoulder. “Are you FILMING!?” She cried out. The video flipped to the front facing camera and Maddy’s pretty face took over my screen. She was giggling and said “she’s just shyyyy!” “Shut up! Stop! Erase that!” I heard Ara’s voice say. The video flipped back to the backside camera which again captured Ara’s backside. It then jerked quickly to the side and I just KNEW Maddy couldn’t resist. She filmed into the mirror which captured her own reflection. She was nude from the waist down and I saw the curve of her naked ass, hip tan-line, and juuuuust a split-second peak of her bikini region. Then the video cut off and went back to the app message page. I made sure not to close the app and took a few deep breaths. My train had still not arrived. I blinked my eyes to ensure my vision was optimized. Normally, replaying snaps was considered bad tact. Especially, if someone was sending nudes. But I didn’t care, I needed to see this again. I tapped down on the already viewed message and the empty square reloaded to purple. I then pressed it down and watched it all over again. I couldn’t see much that I didn’t see the first time. Perhaps a quick shot of Ara’s dark nipple, but she was so quick in covering. I paid extra attention to the last 2 seconds of the video and while I couldn’t see any more skin than I saw the first time, I could see that that last camera jerk was undoubtedly intentional. I think it was time I finally called Maddy out on these games. {“Haha, she’s cute! Were YOU not wearing pants lol? :P :P ”} I typed and edited my message several times in a separate app because Snapchat tells you when someone’s typing a response. This was the one I finally decided on. As simple as it sounds, you always wanna see how it looks typed out to make sure you’re giving off the right tone. Technology makes things overly complicated. My thumb was actually shaking when I sent it and I thought, how stupid. I got home and changed into my work clothes. Mom was home, but no one else. I grabbed a quick dinner and headed back to the subway. I opened the Snapchat app at least 4 times on my ride there, but my sent message remained light blue, indicating Maddy had not yet opened it. An average day on a security night shift is a long, boring one. And this one would be no different. I continued desperately checking my phone throughout the night until the clock passed 2 AM. I figured there was no way Maddy would check her phone after then. I got off around 3 AM and made my way back home. Maddy’s bedroom door was closed, so she evidently didn’t spend the night at Ara’s. I slept in past 11 and everyone was gone by the time I woke up. The first thing I did was check my phone and to my dismay, I saw the blue box was now hollowed out. Maddy had read my message, but had not responded. I re-thought what I had sent in my head and the longer I dwelled on it, the dumber it sounded. Why did I call her out like that? Dealing with Maddy was always a thin line and while Katie was initially the more guarded sister, by this point she was way more direct with what she wanted. I stroked one off thinking of the video, and then went about my day. I lifted, and then played some hoops with Jordan and Kyle. Kyle was a lot less cocky on the basketball court. Katie telling him what’s what also didn’t help his confidence. He was much more pleasant to deal with these days. After a few games, I showered, and checked my phone. Still nothing. I walked back to our condo and Katie and Mom were home. But no Maddy. “Where’s Maddy been?” I asked, as inconspicuously as I could. “Your sister has a lot of grad stuff going on. Parties, banquets, and whatever else. Her track season also just concluded,” Mom answered. “You remember that time, right? Katie you were NEVER home your senior spring semester.” “It’s an exciting time, for sure,” Katie started. “Then reality hits.” “Oh, you be quiet. You and that dark sense of humor.” Katie smirked at me. “Just saying, A LOT of people peak in high school.” “Well, that might be true. But your sister - ” “I mean, look at Drew here,” Katie snickered. “Katie!” “I’m just joking, mom!” “Your brother served his country. It’s very admirable!” “Mom, I know. It was a bad joke,” Katie turned toward me. “Drew, I’m sorry. Your lifestyle is very admirable.” There was a hint of her standard sarcasm. I’m not sure that ever went away. Mom rolled her eyes at Katie and got up to do the dishes. “Admirable enough for you to let me inside,” I murmured under my breath, winking at her. “Fuck off,” she shook her head at me. “By the way, have you two decided if you’re bringing a date to Jim’s wedding?” Mom called out. “Oh, errr. No, I hadn’t even thought about it,” Katie said, taken off guard. “I know you’re all about your independence, and no guy in the city is what you’re looking for, but I think it’d be nice if you brought someone. You all have a plus-one, of course.” “Can I bring a friend instead?” Katie asked. “Up to you. There will be some questions at your age though. Maddy could probably get away with it.” “What kind of questions?” Katie asked. But I could tell by her face she knew. “You know what kind.” Mom said. “Lesbian questions?” Katie couldn’t contain herself. “I think I’m gonna ask Kelly,” I said. Katie’s grin quickly vanished. “You two are very cute together, Drew. She’d be quite the catch.” Mom said. “Mom, he’s just doing it to annoy me.” Katie said. “Nah, I’m serious. I’m gonna call her, now.” I said. Katie watched me as I took out my phone. I found Kelly’s number in my contacts and dialed her. “Drew?” Kelly actually picked up. “Hey Kelly, how are you?” “Fine…..what’s up?” She seemed confused. Our generation really didn’t call each other that much. “We talked about our uncle’s wedding coming up this summer, right?” “Oh yeah, what about it?” “Well, not to put you on the spot or anything, but I didn’t know when I’d see you again so I figured I’d call. I just wanted to ask if you’d like to go with me? As my date.” There was a pause. Too long of a pause, though, I did just burst this on her out of the blue. Katie busted out laughing. “I’ll take that as a no!” She announced with joy. “Is that Katie?” Kelly started laughing. “Are you guys messing with me?” “That was Katie, but no, I’m serious,” I said. “We all have plus-ones and I think we’d have a good time together. But like I said, no pressure or anything.” “Aww that’s sweet, Drew. I think we’ll have fun too. I’ll go with you! Text me the details when you have them.” “Nice! Will do. Alright, talk to ya later.” “Bye, Drew.” I hung up. “Easy. As. That.” I said, smugly. Katie just rolled her eyes at me. “Looks like I’m going with Jordan, then,” she sighed, walking out of the room. Mom smiled at me. I woke up the next morning and there was a message from Maddy. FINALLY. While I wanted to play it cool, and wait to open it, I couldn’t resist. I opened the app and saw that it was a light blue square. Just a text response. ***** For the ease of the reader my last message to Maddy was: {“Haha, she’s cute! Were YOU not wearing pants lol? :P ”} ***** I clicked on Maddy’s message. {“How’d you know that?”} The issue with having text conversations through Snapchat is you never remember exactly what you said before. Especially when your counterpart takes 2 days to respond. But that wasn’t my issue. I had played my message over and over again in my head over the past 48 hours and remembered it verbatim. My issue was that Maddy’s text didn’t seem as playful as I was hoping for. Whatever. SHE was the one that had now sent me THREE separate nudes. Even if they were all obstructed in one way or another. I wasn’t gonna be a dick about it, but I was gonna be forthcoming. {“Your camera pointed at the mirror at the end and I could see your reflection…”} Boom. Sent. No more overthinking. Maddy is typing… popped up on my screen not even 30 seconds later. Nice. Message from Maddy came shortly after. I opened it {“Ooooops. Is that why you replayed it?”} I did some thinking. Had to be careful here. {“Wasn’t sure what I saw. Camera was pretty shaky lol”} She replied quickly again: {“Hahaha. Sorrrry”} {“….was it on purpose?”} I fired back. And that was it. For now. She opened my message and gave no response. I checked every couple of minutes for the next hour and there was nothing. Frustrated, I went about my day. Back to the gym. More hoops. Then another security shift, and sleep. I had the next couple of days off, and the house to myself. I woke up and played some video games, talking some shit to my cousins. Message from Maddy Whew. She responded. I decided to let this one simmer. Video games were a good enough distraction for me and I lasted until afternoon before opening my phone. Maddy’s response was a single emoji. It was the “girl shrugging” one. I interpreted that as a good sign, but I needed to play this as best as I could. I needed to think about my response. Jordan, Kelly, Katie, and I made plans to meet up for drinks. We went to our favorite dive bar and Dave had beers poured before we could even find our seats. “Thanks Dave!” Kelly said. The rest of us mimicked. Katie had already asked Jordan to accompany her to Jim’s wedding. The event was to take place at some massive estate on the northeast coast. The four of us were getting excited just talking about it. “It’s gonna be a blast,” Katie said. “We’ll go up there a few days early. I’ve been googling the venue and the place looks insane.” “I’m getting used to that, hanging out with you guys,” Jordan said. “Yeah, no kidding.” I agreed. “My dad’s rich as shit, but he spent all his money on himself. It’s nice being back with mom.” Katie gave me a stern look. “And being back with you guys, too!” I corrected. She gave me a big fake smile. “Yeah, we definitely stay at some sick places. But NOTHING compared to Amy and Ed,” Katie said. “True, dat,” Jordan said. “We need to work on being better friends with them,” Kelly joked. The rest of us laughed. “Who’s Maddy taking to the wedding?” Jordan changed the subject. “Ugggghhh. Stop being weird over their little sister!” Kelly groaned. “Okay, one – she’s our age. You act like she’s 12. And two – I was actually asking hoping it’d be Kenzie hahaha,” Jordan said. “Love how my date is already planning out the other girls he’s gonna try and hook up with,” Katie said. “I need to get a life.” “Hey, WE can definitely hook up if ya want!” Jordan half-teased. Katie gave him an as if look. “Again, gross dude.” Kelly said. “But no, I don’t know if she’s asked anyone yet. Hopefully she brings someone fun and not one of those lame perm dudes from her school,” Katie said. “Perm dudes?” “Yeah, I saw her prom pictures, they all have that douche perm…fade…mullet thing.” “I HATE that haircut!” Kelly exclaimed. “Brian will definitely be sporting one of those once he gets to high school,” I directed toward Katie. “Oh, 100 percent,” she said. “Brian?” Kelly asked. “Our younger cousin. You’ll meet him at the wedding. He’ll prolly me-too you but you can’t really do anything about it cause he’s in 8th grade,” Katie muttered. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I reached in and checked it. Message from Maddy Nice! I quickly shoved it back in my pocket, trying to contain my excitement. “Who was that?” Katie asked with curiosity. “Huh?” I was taken off guard. “Who messaged you? You got a stupid smirk on your face.” “Oh…it was… errr” I could feel myself blushing, but a saving grace popped into my head. “Nina!” I blurted out, overly enthusiastic with my alibi. “Wooooow,” Katie teased. “STILL talking to her?” Kelly looked interested as well. “Less and less,” I said. “Everyone knows how these things go. You text each other for like a month or whatever after vacation and then it fizzles out and you never speak to each other again.” “Yup,” Jordan said. Kelly also nodded her head. “But, C’est la vie,” I said. The four us continued our conversation and drank our way through a couple more pitchers before deciding it was time to call it a night. We walked back to Kelly and Jordan’s complex and parted ways with them. Katie and I walked back to our condo together. “How do you think our dates would react if they caught us hooking up at the wedding?” Katie slurred, out of nowhere. “Are we gonna hook up at the wedding?” “I dunnno. Can’t plan these things, Drew. Would be hot though…” “Yeah, it would,” I agreed. “But if you’re actually asking how they’d react….it would be….not good,” I chuckled. “Hahaha nope!” Katie paused as we continued to walk. “But you’re gonna try and get with Kelly, aren’t you?” She said it matter of factly, not seeming the least bit bothered. “Why do you say that?” “I see how you guys look at each other, all googly eyed!” She teased. “Yeahhhhh,” I didn’t deny it. “But just know this, Drew,” suddenly Katie was acting all serious. Well, drunk serious, which is always a joke. “If you do get with Kelly….this -" Katie pointed back and forth to herself and me, "- is donezo. I’m not about to be an accomplice to you cheating on my best friend!” “Hahaha,” I laughed. “You’d be more than an ‘accomplice’ in this scenario, Katie.” “And don’t think I wouldn’t find out either!” She ignored me. “Of course, Kelly would tell me.” “Obviously.” We reached our condo and stumbled in as quietly as we could. Katie smiled at me and shut the door to her room. Perhaps I should have followed her in and see what happened. But I had other things on my mind. I quickly walked into my own room and pulled my phone out. I opened the Snapchat app and scrolled to click on Maddy’s message. {“Do you think it was on purpose?”} Ohhhhh man. I can’t stress enough how much I hate it when girls play games. So much so that I usually ignore it and just move on to the next girl. But there was no next girl when it came to Maddy. She was my “white buffalo”, seeing as how I’d already sealed the deal with Katie (not that I didn’t want more there, as well.) And so, I had to participate in Maddy’s Snapchat shenanigans. The way I took Maddy’s current question was if I answered “no”, she would agree and it would be done. If I answered “yes”, who knows what she would say, but I had evidence to back up my answer. It was time to stop playing dumb with Maddy’s previous “accidental” pics she sent me. Those were sent by text, and I still had them saved on my phone should Maddy try and deny them. No holding back now… {“Judging by the last pics you sent me….yep! :P ”} I added a tongue-out winking emoji to keep my message light hearted and not accusatory. I sent my message into the ether and passed out. When I woke up the next morning, I checked my phone. Message from Maddy Seeing those words came with such relief. {“Lollll what pics?”} Goddamn her, I laughed to myself. She really was gonna play dumb and make me send them back to her. She knew exactly what she was doing. Just toying with me, at this point. I scrolled through my texts with Maddy and found the original versions of the pics she sent. I obviously didn’t want to show her the ones I had zoomed and enhanced to better see her privates. I re-saved the OG copies and drew big red circles around her exposed ass and tits. I loaded them into the Snapchat app and double checked that I was sending them to Maddy and ONLY Maddy. {“Remember these lol”} Send. I got dressed and headed downstairs. I was surprised to see Maddy sitting at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal. Her phone was right next to her and was lit up with my message. She looked at it, then looked back at me. “Hi Drew!” She said casually and cheerfully, as if we hadn’t spent the past week or so snapping back and forth about her nudes. “Hey, how’ve you been? You’ve been so busy, feel like I haven’t seen ya in a while,” I tried to act as casually as she did. She was better at it. “Yeah, just a bunch of end-of-school stuff. Kind of over it to be honest,” she sighed happily. “Ready to graduate and move on. BUTTTTT got more graduation parties today!” She said with sarcastic enthusiasm. “Eh, yeah that stuff can be annoying but you’ll look back at it fondly. Try and enjoy it while you can. You won’t see 80% of these people the rest of your life.” “Awwww, that’s sad to think about!” “When it comes to some of them, yeah,” I joked. Maddy reached for her phone and opened it. Uh oh, here we go… She moved her fingers around and her eyes scanned the screen, but I couldn’t see what she was looking at from my angle. Then, she busted out laughing, spitting her milk out in the process. She looked at me and raised her eyebrows in a playful fashion. “Gotta go, Drew!” She got up, took her dishes to the sink, and walked out the front door. I couldn’t be more elated. Half a week passed without much interaction between Maddy and I. I was beginning to wonder if our snapping game was over – or if I should send something to reignite it. Message from Maddy Right on time! I opened it up. {“Was wondering when you would say something about those…”} She included the quizzical emoji with the monocle. {“Lol at first I thought it was a legit accident”} I sent back. That was a lie, of course. {“But by the third one… :lol: :lol: :lol: ”} Maddy didn’t take too long to respond. Her message was just a bunch of the laughing emojis. I didn’t have much else to say about those pics but I didn’t want this to be over. It was fun, and addicting, especially considering we weren’t seeing each other in person much these days. The vibe seemed right, and I decided I was going to go all in. If Maddy rejected me, at least the message would disappear. {“Sooo what are my chances of getting a non ‘accidental’ one?”} The whistling, unassuming emoji seemed appropriate here. Amazing how these messages can take so long to craft but then read so simple. There was no way I could sit around patiently waiting for a response after sending that risky message. I needed something to distract me and so I went out for a jog. It didn’t take long before I regretted doing so. The city was unbearably hot in late May. My light grey shirt looked charcoal after not even 10 minutes of sweating. I was also quickly reminded how incredibly average I was when it came to long distance running. You’d think playing basketball and soccer all winter would have helped. After 2 miles I was already feeling light headed and out of breath. I was over by Jordan and Kelly’s place, and so I decided to text Jordan to see if I could chill for a bit, before walking home. “Yo, you at your place?” “Nah what’s up?” “Nothin was out for a run nearby and wanted to see if you wanted to chill” “Ah sorry bro won’t be back till round 8” “No worries” I pulled out my phone and began contemplating calling an uber. I really didn’t feel like walking home like this. “Drew?” A familiar voice called my name. I turned around to see Kelly. She was wearing yoga pants, a tank, and aviator sunglasses accompanying a messy ponytail which was a change from her regular braid. “Oh…hey Kelly,” I said. “What’re you up to?” She frowned, studying me. “I went for a run,” I said, catching my breath. “Was hotter than I thought it was.” “Yeah,” Kelly let out a nervous laugh. “No water!?” “Yeah, I didn’t plan this out.” “Come on up, you don’t look so good – no offense.” She sounded more concerned than anything. “Let’s get you hydrated.” I followed Kelly into her complex and up to her unit. She poured me a glass of water and I quickly chugged it. I was feeling slightly nauseous and slightly lightheaded. I plopped down on the chase of her couch. “You want something to eat?” Kelly asked. “Chocolate? Get your blood sugar up?” “Sure.” I started to become aware of my surroundings. I felt like I was fouling up Kelly’s tidiness with my sweat and stench. I felt itchy and uncomfortable. “Kelly, do you mind if I shower here?” I asked. “Oh, umm yeah. I have a lot of Jordan’s clothes here. Don’t tell him I told you but I do his laundry,” Kelly laughed. “You can change into them after?” “Okay.” I got up in a hurry. I don’t know if I felt like I was going to vomit or what, but some ice-cold water raining down on me sounded incredible. “Here’s a towel and washcloth,” Kelly handed them to me and I shut the door. Her bathroom smelled of fresh lavender and was as spotless as the rest of her apartment. I cranked the faucet knob, stripped down, and stepped into the tub. Ahhhhhh The water felt amazing – at first. I was less nauseous, but my head was becoming even more cloudy. I started breathing faster and could feel my heart racing. My legs began to feel like Jell-O and I remember turning the water temperature a little warmer and sitting down to take a bath. Everything went blurry, and then I was out. “DREW!?” The next thing I knew, Kelly was kneeling over me, shouting my name. It took me about ten seconds or so to come to my senses. “DREW?!” She shouted. “Are you okay?!” “Huhhh?” My vision slowly sharpened back to its baseline state. I was lying in the tub on my back. The water was turned off. I was completely naked, with exception of a little hand towel over my junk. “Drew! You passed out!” Kelly said. “Oh…shit,” I mumbled. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry! Are you okay?!” She said with genuine concern. “I heard a thud and you weren’t responding!” “I feel okay,” I reached up and felt the back of my head. I didn’t notice any bump or wound or anything. There wasn’t any blood. “I almost called 911!” Kelly said. “Did you!?” I didn’t want to go to the hospital. “No….I…well I was able to get in here…” Kelly said, timidly, as she nodded at a bent wire coat hanger on the sink. “Oh…” I looked around, and then focused on the little towel sitting on my groin. “I covered you up,” Kelly said. “Thanks.” I was too out of it to blush or be embarrassed. Kelly seemed more uncomfortable than I was. I lay my head back against the wall, and sighed. BZZZZZ………BZZZZZZ……BZZZZZZZZZ I heard my phone vibrating on the sink countertop. “Jeeze, Maddy is blowing you up on Snapchat,” Kelly told me. Oh shit….I thought to myself as I suddenly remembered my last message to my younger sister – and the request that it entailed. Had she actually done it!? Did I have nudes waiting for me on my Snapchat!? Boing My cock sprung to life at the thought of Maddy sending me selfies. It was a full-on rager, and the towel was no match for it. “Drew….” I snapped out of my fantasy and realized Kelly’s gaze was fixated on my now uncovered erection. She still looked uncomfortable, but now wore a shy, dimpled smile. She saw me looking at her and politely turned away. “Who knew…” she said softly. “Knew what?” I put the towel back over my cock. “Nothing,” Kelly continued to smile and looked back at forth between my eyes and the towel tent I was pitching. She didn’t say anything for a bit. “Well, it’s nice to see you have good blood flow…” she teased. “But we need that blood to get back to your brain. So…I’m gonna leave you to it, k?” “Okay,” I chuckled. “You feel alright? Not gonna pass out again?” “I’m good,” I said. “Promise? You scared the shit out of me.” “I promise.” “Okay, I’m leaving the door unlocked though,” she said. “Haha, you just wanna creep on me some more.” Kelly rolled her eyes. “This makes us even by the way!” I called out, as she shut the door. I waited a bit, but couldn’t hold off for long. I got out of the tub, still fully erect, and grabbed my phone. My heart raced again, but this was anticipation induced. I no longer felt weak or out of it. I opened the app but was disappointed to see Maddy’s message was light blue in nature. Which meant only words. Sigh. ***** My last message to Maddy: {“Sooo what are my chances of getting a non ‘accidental’ one?”} ***** I read Maddy’s response: {“Bahaha slimmm!”} She wrote. Not quite the response I was hoping for, obviously, but she also didn’t come off as weirded out by my request. I fired back the “so you’re telling me there’s a chance” meme and sat back in the tub. Message from Maddy Message from Maddy I instantly opened my phone back up and read her messages. The first one was just laughing emojis. The second read: {“Are you asking for newwwds lollll?”} I groaned to myself in frustration. No shit, I’m asking for nudes, Maddy. But she knew that. She just wanted me to say it. I had to answer with relative quickness. She knew I saw her message. But just saying “yeah” came off lazy and desperate. I thought for a bit. “Drew?” Kelly’s voice startled me, and I almost dropped my phone the water. “Yeah?” I squeaked, nervously. “Just making sure you’re still conscious.” “Haha, I’m good. Feeling much better.” “Good!” Back to Maddy. I couldn’t think of anything to respond. My internal clock was ticking and I became worried that the longer I waited, the more noticeable it would become that I was trying too hard to be clever. So, I sent off what popped into my head. {“Just asking for less subtlety 😉”} Within 60 seconds, I saw that Maddy had opened my message. After 10 more minutes of soaking in the tub, it was clear she wasn’t gonna respond. My message started to sound more cringe in my head. I rinsed off the soap and exited the bath. I dressed myself in Jordan’s clothes, which fit well enough. I came back into the living area to greet Kelly. “Hey, thanks for everything. I think I should get headed back home, though,” I said. I knew I was preoccupied with this Maddy shit and wouldn’t be the most pleasant person if I stuck around. I hoped I wasn’t coming off as being in too much of a hurry. “Oh,” Kelly sounded disappointed. “Yeah, sure. You should get headed back, and get a proper meal in you. You want me to walk with you?” I kind of wanted to be alone, but Kelly had done so much for me. “That’d be nice, if you don’t mind.” “Not at all!” She grabbed her things and we strolled casually back my Mom’s place. I was able to engage enough to not come off as rude – at least I thought so. “Thanks for walking with me,” I met Kelly’s dark, almond eyes. “And for everything else.” “I’m gonna come up, actually. Katie said she’s home.” “Oh…errr. Okay.” My thoughts went back to the night when Katie drunkenly lectured me about hooking up with Kelly. How would this look? The two of us coming home together… “Don’t sound too excited,” Kelly said with sarcasm. We entered our condo and Katie was lounging on the couch watching TV. I was relieved that Maddy wasn’t around, which spared us an awkward interaction in front of Katie and Kelly. “What’s up…guys” Katie said, eyeing the two of us with suspicion. “We got some fun stuff to talk about!” Kelly said to her friend. “Do we….?” Katie actually seemed a bit disturbed. “Oh, it’s not what you think!” Kelly noticed the uneasiness. “C’mon, let’s go catch happy hour at Buchanan’s.” “Sounds like a plan, lemme get dressed. Drew, you’re not coming?” “He needs to rest,” Kelly laughed. “I’ll tell you ALL about it!” “Ugggghhhh,” I groaned. The two girls took off and I was left alone with a microwave dinner and some video games. A full 48 hours passed from my last message to my younger sister: ***** {“Just asking for less subtlety 😉”} ***** I was kicking myself for sending that message so quickly and not putting more thought and patience into it. I was hoping to run into Maddy in person, to try and clear the air. Not that I had the slightest clue how to go about doing that, but in-person interactions were so much simpler. You had real-time reactions and there was nothing lost in translation. Message from Maddy Yes! Nevermind! {“Butttt we’re bro n sis…and you’ve seen me in person anyway! Without subtlety lol”} Alright, I processed. Not as bad as I thought. And she still had an “lol” in there which was a good sign. Just keep things playful. I decided to sit on this one, even though she would know I read her message already. Katie invited me out with her and Amy. The three of us were hitting up a rooftop pool party at some ritzy hotel. It was a private event, but there was no surprise Amy got an invite. Jordan and Kelly were out of town visiting family. Who knows what Ed was up to. “Kelly told me EVERYTHING,” Katie smirked as we took the subway to the hotel. “Oh, God,” I said. “I dunno what happened.” “Uhhh, heatstroke? Dehydration? No endurance? All the above, haha” “I guess. Never happened before, though.” “First time for everything….speaking of which,” Katie leaned in close, but the train wasn’t very full. “Kelly wasn’t TOTALLY disgusted by her first looks at your peen!” She teased. “Yeah, you weren’t either,” I smirked. “Had to act like it when talking to her, though,” she laughed. “So, how come you didn’t make a move?” “How come I didn’t make a move? I had just passed out for fuck’s sake. Not even sure I could’ve stood up.” “True, haha.” There was some silence. “But would you have made a move? If you felt better?” Katie’s voice came off more curious than jealous. “I mean the moment wasn’t really right. What was I gonna do just stand up, ass naked with a hard-on, and approach her? Little aggressive.” “See, that’s your issue. Not EVERYTHING is aggressive, Drew. You overthink things.” My thoughts went to Maddy. Did I need to be more forward with her? That could be a slippery slope. “Well, we’re in the me-too era. Guys have had their reputations destroyed for less,” I said. “That’s cause they don’t stop when we ask them to,” Katie said. “Or they make their advances at COMPLETELY inappropriate times. Like, right in front of everybody. We like sex too, dude. If you hadn’t noticed.” “So what, I just walk over to her, kiss her, and she strips naked?” “I can almost guarantee that’s what would have happened,” Katie answered. I was starting to regret letting that moment with Kelly pass. But I was preoccupied at the time. And legitimately did not feel well. “You think we would have ever hooked up had I not constantly made the first move?” Katie continued. “Flashing you, feeling each other up, FULLY coming on to you in Mexico?” “Okay, it’s a little different with you, you’re my sister!” “And you’re my brother!” “Exactly! If we read things wrong with each other it would’ve fucked us up for life.” “Didn’t stop me,” she said. “Didn’t it? You denied everything for like the first 4 months of this shit!” I argued. “Okay, touché,” she laughed. “But then I came around.” “Only cause I made it obvious I enjoyed it.” I said. “Well, your penis made it obvious. Thing went six-to-midnight anytime you even saw a hint of me,” she snickered, and bent forward, close to my groin. “Are you gonna wake up tonight wittle guy?” She joked in a baby voice, giving my cock a playful grope. “I’ll be in a bikini,” she whispered sensually. “Shut up,” I said. “Why are you trying to help me with Kelly anyway? Thought you didn’t want us hooking up?” “I don’t,” Katie said, plainly. She left it at that. I let out a sigh. “You can be real annoying sometimes, you know that?” Katie said nothing. We arrived at the hotel with simmering tension in the air. Amy greeted us in the lobby, and we put on some fake smiles. “Whatsup you guys, long time no see!” She said. She gave each of us a hug, and we got onto the elevator and rode up to the 27th floor, chit chatting along the way. We got off and two large security guys nodded at Amy. “These are my two guests,” she said. The burly dudes checked out Katie and barely even glanced at me. The girls split off to go change and I was left alone to check out the party. There was a large, rectangular pool in the center of stone pavers. The water was a deep navy shade, and entirely still, with no one in it. There were surrounding plants and trees that created a rooftop oasis in the middle of the city. High glass stretched around the edge of the building, to prevent any jumpers or stumblers from giving the hotel unwanted publicity. It didn’t take long for me to notice that this was not my crowd. A bunch of pompous looking dudes with haircuts that probably cost more than my two-week salary. The women were modelesque, but not in a good way. Tall, boney, and expressionless – not my type at all. I considered my family well off, but these people were on a whole other level, seemingly detached from reality. They all had shades on, so I couldn’t tell if they were looking at me and judging me on my peasant attire. Whatever. I was gonna have fun whether they joined in or not. I went over to the bar and ordered some champagne. Time to reply to Maddy’s last message. I thought back to her last message, which mentioned that I had already seen her in person and that we were brother and sister. Perhaps it was Katie’s lecture, perhaps it was the expensive booze, but I was feeling frisky. {“Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to see again! 😊”} Sent. Katie and Amy finally came out to join me. The golden hour sun beamed down on my sister, making her look positively radiant in her pink bikini. Her curves never seized to amaze me. Amy was no slouch herself, in a tiger-striped one piece. It was a breath of fresh air seeing them in their colorful outfits, breaking up the black and white sterility of the “party.” “What’re you so cheesy about,” Katie commented. “Nothing, just enjoying the views. Ready to get this thing going,” I said, finishing my first champagne and ordering a second. “Haha, knew you guys would bring the fun! These things get so stuffy sometimes,” Amy said. “Amy, thanks for helping out with Kyle, by the way,” I said. “Don’t think I’ve seen you since.” “Oh, don’t mention it! Dude’s a creep, I noticed that at Halloween.” “Yeah, everyone picked up on it. Except Drew!” Katie said. “He’s alright, as long as girls aren’t around,” I said. Amy smiled at me. “but uhh….you guys should prolly cool it with your ‘pranks’ up here tonight, k?” She winked at us. “If you haven’t noticed, not really that type of crowd. And they can make things miserable for you, if you piss them off.” “Not that type of crowd until the 8 balls come out,” Katie muttered. “Haha true. Then all bets are off,” Amy said. The three of us continued to chat and drink and eventually were the first people to get in the pool. I was surprised a couple of others actually joined us. They didn’t seem too bad. Perhaps I misjudged these people. From the water, I noticed my phone lighting up. I swam over and climbed up the ladder. Message from Maddy I dried my fingers and opened up the app. I noticed Katie glancing over at me, but opened the message anyway. {“Lol. What do u want to c?"} Oh my God. My dick twinged in my swim trunks reading that one. {“Hmmm. You’ve sent everything separately…..can I see it all at once?”} Sent. I was feeling way too bold for my own good at this point. I tossed my phone aside and dove back into the pool. Once I re-emerged, a dude in a black suit was standing over me. “Monsieur, there is no diving in the pool.” He said curtly. “Oh, errr….sorry.” I said. He didn’t reply, and strode away with swift elegance. “Way to go, Gatsby,” Katie mumbled. “Hey, you wanna try kicking it down into fourth gear for a bit? You’re doing a lot right now.” “Sorry for partying,” I said. “Who ya texting over there?” “Don’t worry about it,” I said. “Oh, you’re gonna be Douche Drew now? Okay, that’s cool.” Katie swam away and climbed out of the pool. I admired her behind with discretion. She waltzed over to some rich dude and began chatting him up. I laughed at her childishness. These dudes were the FURTHEST you could possibly be from Katie’s preference and everyone knew it. She wasn’t fooling anybody. “Don’t worry, that guy’s harmless,” Amy whispered in my ear. “Whaa…oh…I wasn’t” I stumbled over my words. “Unless he bores her to death, that is. Just another pretty face with deep pockets. Dime a dozen, in this city.” “Right.” Amy and I climbed out of the pool ourselves and relaxed in the lounge chairs. “So, heard you guys got a big wedding coming up, huh? You’re bringing Kelly?” She asked. “Yeah, should be a good time. We’re excited for it and heard the venue’s badass.” “Thanks for the invite,” she said. “Err, sorry, I just…hadn’t seen you, and was hanging out with Kelly - ” Amy interrupted me with laughter. “I’m just joking Drew!” She patted my thigh in a friendly manner. “But we all should start hanging out more. Maybe recreate some of that first night magic, huh?” She got up and walked to the bathroom. She had a nice ass for such a slim figure. Though it may have just looked better compared to all the flat, shapeless women at this party. Message from Maddy I placed a towel over my lower half. Wasn’t about to be caught sitting here with a boner. I opened the app and was thrilled to see a red square. That meant one thing: Pic! The only thing behind me was the glass edge of the building and the streets below. I opened the message, but was quickly disappointed. Maddy was fully dressed, and took the selfie from her shoulders up. Still, she looked cute as ever. She was smiling with her tongue out but the caption on the pic said {“Noooooooooo”} Fuck. This was becoming an aggravating game. I didn’t even know how to respond. I had passed the peak point of drunkness and was now on the way down where you become less energetic and euphoric and more tired and grouchy. I began devouring some of the hors d'oeuvres. It wasn’t long before Katie noticed me sulking and came over to me. “What’s up, you good?” She asked. “Yeah, fine,” I slurred. “Think, we should head back, this thing’s pretty lame,” she said. “Agreed.” “I’ll meet you back out by the elevators. I’m gonna change and say bye to Amy.” “k.” I said my own goodbye and thanked Amy for inviting us. She seemed bummed we were leaving, and was probably about to take off herself. Katie and I rode the train home without much talking. Partially because we were still annoyed with each other, partially because we were tired, and partially because it was prime weirdo hour on the subway. It’s best to stay as inconspicuous as possible in these situations. We got home, and Katie went right to the bathroom and turned the shower on. I waited in my room, wanting to shower myself. I pulled out my phone. Goddamn I was horny and frustrated, which wasn’t the best state of mind to reply to Maddy. But fuck it. I took a few selfies of myself, until I captured one where I thought I looked good. I typed out a message: {“How’s it different from the other pics you texted? At least it will disappear on here!”} That seemed aggressive – even with Katie’s advice echoing in my mind. I fixed the wording a bit and ended up sending this: {“No worries! 😊 I like the other ones and those won’t disappear! :P :P :P ”} The shower turned off and I heard Katie make her way to her room and close her door. Her words continued to play. Well, if you want aggressive this is what I’ll give ya. I dropped trow and slapped my dick around until I worked up a chub. Despite feeling extremely horny, the alcohol caused this to take some time. I walked naked over to Katie’s room, turned the handle quietly, and entered. Katie was standing in front of her mirror wrapped up in a towel. She was startled at first, but then began snickering. Not the reaction I was going for. “What’re you doing?” She said in-between laughter. Her amused gaze at my penis made me self-conscious. I palmed my cock-n-balls with my hands. “Was thinking maybe we could….you know..” “Bang? Hahaha” She continued to laugh. “Why are you laughing?” My face turned red. “I thought you said you wanted me to be more forward?” “Did you miss the part about inappropriate timing?” She chuckled. “I just showered. And Maddy is right next door and Mom is right downstairs.” I just stared at her like an idiot. “We’re not having sex, Drew. Get out of here,” she said. “Have a cold shower.” I didn’t move, or say anything. “Can I least see something?” I asked “I’m horny AF right now!” I tried not to sound too whiny. “No!” She laughed. “Get out of here, perv.” Dejected, I slumped my head and turned to walk over to the bathroom. “Drew?” Katie said behind me. “What?” I turned back to her. She wore a sly smile. To my utter thrill, Katie unhooked her towel and spread it wide open, granting me a full frontal look at her banging boobs and shaved kitty. She did an enchanting little “one-two” move where she moved her hips to her right then back to her left. Then she closed her towel again and shooed me away. I fapped in the shower and came within 20 seconds.

MorganRunner14 by The_Druggist © Eighteen year old blonde Morgan Healy bent over in exhaustion. After a terrible fall soccer season she decided to concentrate on her running, hoping to be in better shape for spring soccer. Four five times a week she would run, mostly in a tank top and shorts but sometimes when it was hot she just wore a jogging bra. It seemed that most everyday that her neighbor Ted would be outside when she jogged by. She would always smile and wave to him. He was a good guy. He helped her mom out a lot with things after her moms divorce. He was always looking at her though in a different way. There was no way this 52 year old man would be interested in her. But she liked to think maybe. Occasionally she would stand in front of the mirror naked and look at her own body. She cupped her small but firm breasts. She wished they were just a bit bigger. Then maybe the college boys would look at her more. Ted Wallace had been a widower for years and had a few women friends since but nothing lasting. Lately he found himself addicted, as most men, to porn. He found himself looking at pictures of younger and younger girls until he found himself looking for pics of girls around the same age as Morgan. Morgan had been such a cutie growing up and only this year had he noticed any difference. She suddenly had this athletic little body with very cupable looking titties and a perfect little ass. Her jogging outfits weren't helping matters, in fact they were what started him getting excited in the first place. He began to wonder and fantasize what her little body would look like naked. Morgan's mom was always busy now with her husband gone. Though she was still young, she couldn't handle all that need to be done around the house especially with her job. She was grateful for Ted. He always helped with and yard work and such. He was even happy to help set up Morgan's new Dell that she got for her birthday. Ted was eager to take a look at Morgan's room. Just the thought of being in the room where she got dressed was exciting. He set up her computer in no time and attached everything, even the webcam. Morgan didn't know too much about the computer so he set up some things like Yahoo IM and AOL IM. He needed a IM name for her and she came up with MorganRunner14. He added his name to the Yahoo menu and even IM'd himself to show her how it worked. She wasn't sure if her friends used AOL or Yahoo but she'd figure it out. He liked how close she was standing to him and he prayed that even for just a second she would brush her breast against him. But she didn't. A few days went by and Ted was working on some way he might use his binoculars to see in her window at night. But that would never work since her room was in front and her shades perpetually closed. He returned to his adult chat rooms and growing porn collection. Then one Sunday things changed completely. Morgan was not sure why she had lied to Ted about not knowing anything about computers. She was quite savvy with IMing and all that. Heck, she had spent many an hour on her old laptop (from mom's old job) chatting with friends. They of course all used AOL and Ted was the only name on Yahoo. For kicks she turned on her webcam and looked at herself. This was very cool, she'd have to get her friends to get a cam. Then she noticed Ted was online. She looked at her options and saw a ‘whos watching me' button. She clicked and saw it was empty. For kicks she decided to leave it on, but stacked some books in front of most of the picture. Ted logged on to yahoo and visited various chat rooms to see if anything was going on. Hopefully some couple was giving a sex show. Nothing. He started surfing through some amateur sites when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. On his yahoo list he noticed that MorganRunner14 had its webcam indicator showing. He stared for a moment at it in wonderment. His cursor slowly moved over the name. Online time 47 hours, idle 4 hours. As he hovered his cursor over the ‘view my webcam' he felt his cock stiffen. He clicked. He heart stopped while he waited. The image popped up on his screen. Ted tried to make sense of the picture. He finally realized that there must be something in front of the cam. Yes, it was a pile of books that took up most of the picture. In the left corner of the screen however he could see a dresser in the background. Morgan's dresser. Ted pondered the picture on his screen, for an hour. He thought about IM'ing her but decided not to. He soon began to wonder if they were even home next door. He dialed the number with the excuse of misdialing if anyone answered. The answering machine picked up. He hung up. He looked at the screen once more, shrugged and then disconnected. It was getting dark when Ted noticed the Healy's car drive past and in to their driveway. He wasn't sure what he was thinking as he raced back to his computer and connected back to MorganRunner14's webcam. The picture was the same though it was much darker now with the fading light. He started to come up with excuses if Morgan IM'ed him and asked why he was viewing. Suddenly the picture brightened as a light was turned on in Morgan's room. Ted's cock immediately became rock hard. Morgan flicked the light on in her room and plopped down on the bed exhausted. Shopping was fun with her friends but with Mom it had become a drag. A constant fight over what she could and couldn't buy. Ugh. She glanced over at her computer and saw something that made her forget all about shopping. There was a name in the ‘who is viewing me' list. She got up and walked to the desk, staying out of the webcams view. It was TedDog99. She felt her whole body shudder as she realized that Ted was looking into her room right now, well a small bit of it. She wondered if he would IM her and tell her that her cam was on. She hoped not. What she knew was that she HAD to make it seem as though she didn't know it was on. Ted watched with nervous anticipation. The light was on but he saw nothing but the blurry pile of books and a bit of the dresser. Then he saw her. Only for a single frame as she walked by. Then he saw her again near her dresser. Beautiful little Morgan. Then the light went out. Again he wondered what was going on. Could she not know her cam is on? She did seem pretty clueless when it came to the computer. Maybe she was playing around with it. He moved the cam viewer to the side of his screen and would surf until the light came back on again. He wasn't going to budge an inch. Morgan had goosebumps all over as she plopped in front of the TV. She wondered how far she would go in teasing. Perhaps he wouldn't even view anymore. She knew he would though. After dinner it was time to play oblivious again. Ted's heart again skipped a beat when at 7:30 MorganRunner14's webcam became bright again. He closed all the other windows and doubled the size of webcam image. He saw something move in front of the webcam. It was indeed Morgan. He could see her shoulder as she sat at the desk in front of the computer. To his surprise two of the top books were lifted off the pile. Much more of the room came into view. There was still some sort of pencil holder blocking the right half of the screen but the left was clear. Her dresser, the closet door, the foot of her bed. He could also see Morgan. Well her left shoulder and arm in a pink shirt anyway. Morgan looked at her own webcam on her screen. She knew what he was seeing…if he was watching. She fought the urge to look into the cam and tried to focus on her homework. Which she couldn't. Ted watched intently. Morgan was obviously doing homework but he kept waiting for her to position the camera on her face so it would be in a better position if she were to cam with her friends. She completely ignored it. Shortly she leaned back in her chair and read from her book. He could see her pretty face now. Somehow his cock found its way out of his pants and he was stroking it. Morgan couldn't stand sitting any longer. She knowingly set her book in front of the cam, partially blocking it again, but not as much as before. She got up and went to put her new clothes away. Ted watched as Morgan came in and out of screen, putting things in the dresser and closet. He was overcome with realization that she had no idea that her cam was on. He almost came right then. Then the webcam went dark again. For a moment he thought it stopped, but then realized it was so dark outside that it became black when she shut off the light. As Morgan soaked in the tub she thought about Ted. Is he really watching her? How could he be interested in her? He probably wasn't even at his computer. Ted had to pee like a racehorse but he wasn't going to budge from his chair. Was there actually a chance he might see her naked? She had that perfect little runners body, tight and compact, firm little butt and little tits that were quite nice. He remembered the other week when he was getting the mail. Morgan was doing her daily run and stopped to say hi. It was quite hot so all she had on were small shorts and a jogging bra. All he could think of as he watched her jog away, blonde ponytail bouncing, was that some lucky kid is going to get to fuck the hell out of her one day. He almost made a run to the bathroom when the light came back on again. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Morgan walk by wearing only a towel. She walked by a few more times. He could see her hair was wet. Ted found himself talking out loud. "Drop the towel, please, drop the towel." He then saw her walk towards where the door would be and disappear out of the picture. Damn! Morgan dried her hair in front of the mirror. She knew just what she wanted to do. After what seemed to be a lifetime Ted sighed relief when Morgan was still wearing her towel when she came back in the room. She stopped at the dresser with her back to the cam and opened a drawer. Ted loved how her hair looked as it wasn't in her standard ponytail. And then it happened. Her towel dropped to the floor. Ted stopped breathing as he gapped at her naked figure. Her back, her legs, her ass. Just in time Ted clicked the ‘save image' button. Young Morgan had pulled out some pajamas. Ted pleaded for her to turn around but her nakedness disappeared as the long nightie slipped over her tiny body. She then pulled on some sleep shorts underneath. A second later she was out of the picture and the light was out. Morgan again plopped herself in front of the TV. Her nipples were still erect from the excitement. She could only wonder if Ted had been watching. Ted quickly pulled up the saved image of Morgan. In seconds he was coming as his eyes focused on that perfect little ass. Ted kept vigil on the cam until at 10:30 the light came on for a minute and then off again. He knew she had gone to bed. He could only hope the cam was still running in the morning. He logged off. Morgan heard the IM door close. She knew it was Ted as he was the only one on her list. She smiled to herself. He had seen her. For the first time her hand slid between her legs and she massaged herself, and it felt good, real good. At 5:00 the next morning Morgan was waken by the sound if an IM door opening. Bleary eyed she peeked over at the screen. A few seconds later his name popped up on the viewers watching list. She was unable to fall asleep until her alarm buzzed at 6:15. Ted had been up since 5. He was already dressed and ready for work and was sitting in front of his screen watching Morgan's dresser, closet and desk chair become clearer as the sun came up. He knew this voyeur moment wouldn't last. Soon she would realize what was going on or reboot or something. But he had his cam capture program running and if little Morgan was going to show her titties he wasn't about to miss them. At 6:15 he noticed a light come on. Not her room light, but a hall light or something. His cock was already out as he waited and watched. At 6:30 Morgan headed back into her room and turned on the light. Ted was still online of course. She meandered around the room for a few minutes just so if Ted hadn't been looking at the moment he would notice. Finally she headed to the dresser and pulled her small bra from the top drawer. Reaching down she grabbed her nightie and pulled it over her head. With her bra in her hand she hung the nightie on the closet door and then, with a deep breath she turned towards the webcam as she fiddled with the bra straps. "YES! Fucking YES!" screamed Ted as he watched young Morgan turn around, her creamy white titties in all their natural glory. In less then five seconds she had her bra on. A few seconds later he got another glimpse of her cute butt as she pulled off her shorts and pulled on some yellow knickers. He watched for a few more minutes as she got dressed and grabbed all her books from her desk. Morgan came back to her room for a moment before leaving for the bus stop. She noticed that Ted was already offline. She wondered if he liked what he saw. Ted loved what he saw. He played it back again and again. Such perfect set of tits for a perfect little girl. He looked out the window as Morgan was walking by to her bus stop. He looked back at her tits on the screen and came again. He zipped up and grabbed his briefcase and headed out. As he drove by the bus stop on his way out he more than ever appreciated that sweet smile of Morgan as she gave a friendly return wave. He wondered if she'd be running today after school. He knew he would have an early day today at work. At school Morgan decided to reward Ted if he was home before her run. He was just pulling in when she got off the bus. When Morgan walked into her room she could see him logging on and then connecting to her cam. She thought she'd mess with him a bit by placing her Snapple on her desk, right in front of the cam. She then got changed into her running shorts and jogging bra. She knew Ted would be cursing up a storm. Ted was definitely bummed when all he could see were the ingredients of the all natural drink. A few minutes later the drink moved and an aerobically clad Morgan stood there drinking. He watched her set it back down (though not in the way) on the desk and sit on the end of the bed. His cock was already wilting as he watched her tying her shoes. He stopped his cursing when he noticed her fiddling with her bra top. She kept picking at the side as though it was bothering her. Suddenly Morgan grabbed both sides and pulled it off over her head. His cock sprang to life as he watched her pick at the bra top, all the while her titties in plain view. She then got up and walked over to the desk and set the bra on the back of the chair. Such a great shot of her tits. Morgan then proceeded to try on two more tops. Each time removing them and setting them on the chair. Each time giving Ted a brilliant view of her tits. It was the little mole next to her right nipple that set him off, coming in waves. Over the next week Morgan continued. As not to be obvious she would sometimes dress out of view and even go a day without giving Ted anything to see. Usually she would be just behind the pencil holder where he couldn't see her. Then there was the day when she let Ted know that she was a true blonde. She took off her short and knickers almost right in front of the camera. Ted was so hooked. Even more so when Morgan gave him that great beaver shot. The light tuft of blonde pubic hair did nothing to hide those sweet little lips. How much he'd give to be able to put his cock inside her and inject her with one of the hundred loads he had already cum by her. He watched her as much as he could not caring if she was sitting fully dressed doing homework. Then he screwed up. When Morgan was not at home he still visited the chat rooms. Mostly amateur couples or voyeur-wife rooms but sometimes really raunchy fantasy ones. Ted was private chatting with another when he wanted to paste a dirty link to him. He hadn't copied it correctly and instead pasted MorganRunner14. He had been renaming files earlier and had the name copied for a short cut. He quickly sent another message with the correct link and brushed off the questioning about the IM name. He hoped the guy would ignore it. He didn't. When Morgan got home from school she was wondering how she might tease Ted today. She stepped into the room and glanced at the screen. She stopped short. She blinked. Yes, there were two names on the view list. She walked by the cam to a spot she could read the screen without being seen. Who the hell was MasterCK4891. She looked up his profile and saw a 48 year old nasty looking bearded guy whose only info was listed in his hobbies and it was ‘fucking the hell out of just about anything'. Suddenly frightened, Morgan left her room. She went downstairs and thought about the cam. How had he gotten her name? Did Ted really give it to someone? Why would he do that? Now there was someone else looking into her room. At first she thought about shutting the whole cam down but she couldn't get over how it excited her somehow. Maybe she'd let it ride a little longer She went back to her room and changed into her running gear, all the while keeping her back to the cam. She felt a bit creeped out by the thought of other eyes on her but by the time she got back from her run she knew she would be disappointed if the other had left. She wasn't disappointed. When she got back to her room there were four names on the list. She did her best to be non-chalant about changing. She took off her sports bra and tossed it in the basket. She cupped her boobies for a moment as she always did to massage out the tightness and itchiness from the bra. She then took a few seconds to pick out a shirt from the closet and even more time before she put it on. Again she fought the urge to look at the webcam and computer. She pulled off her sweaty shorts and knickers and pulled on a fresh pair of shorts without showing too much. By the time she came back after dinner to do her homework there were ten names on the list. Where were all of these people coming from? She went through their profiles and noted that they were all middle age and older men some were even in their sixties.. Every few minutes another name popped onto the view list. Nineteen sets of eyes were on her when she dropped her towel and put on her pajamas. When she went to bed that night her list was filled to the maximum amount of viewers, thirty. As Morgan lay in bed rubbing herself she thought of the thirty perverts who were watching her. They didn't seem to care that she was so young. They didn't care that she had small boobies. They just wanted to see her get naked. They were just a bunch of dirty old fuckers. She wondered if they touched their cocks when they watched. Suddenly she felt her hips start to writhe as she came. MasterCK4891 had not only checked out her cam he made Ted divulge the whole story by threatening to IM Morgan and spill the beans. A shamed Ted told him all. Ted's pang of guilt ebbed quickly as he thought of the wonderful gift he gave to his fellow pervs. It felt even better then when he had posted pictures of his last girlfriend nude. The next two days went by and Morgan continued to give her ‘audience' brief shows. Although it thrilled her just wished she knew what they were thinking. That evening after her run Morgan sat back at her desk and sipped her Snapple as she chatted with her friends on AOL IM and posted on message boards. She used AOL since it was separate from Yahoo and none could see her webcam. She was now used to having strangers watch her. She wondered how they could stand watching her sit there for hours doing nothing but typing on the computer. For fun she checked MasterCK4891's profile again. She was shocked when she read his revised hobbies list. It now read ‘1. Watching Morgan, 2. Chatting about Morgan, 3. Worshipping Morgan, 4 Dreaming of Morgan' Chatting about Morgan? Was he really? Where would he do that? Maybe all the people watching her were talking about her. She started perusing the yahoo chat room list but didn't see anything good. She then recalled that her account was set up as a minor. Just as well since showing up when they were talking about her wouldn't be good. Morgan un-retired her mom's old laptop and booted up. She created a new male adult yahoo account (TheGuy1960) and started looking through chat rooms. Then she noticed the ‘Go to Chat User'. She clicked on it and entered ‘MasterCK4891'. It tried to connect and then a message popped up, ‘Morgan Luvrs chat room is full. Try Later' Morgan Luvrs? No way. She tried to get in for 15 minutes before the room popped open and a list of 40 users filled the screen. It stayed blank for a moment. KILLR_JOE: Blah Blah homework homework chat chat TOMKNIGHT: Yup yup but patience is a virture SKINNER_CLOTHES_OFF: And payoff is bliss KILLR_JOE: no shit man TOMKNIGHT: …and theres still towel time to come! CUTRIGHT9: You mean towel off time SKINNER_CLOTHES_OFF: lol KILLR_JOE: lol Morgan stared at the screen unbelievingly. She looked at the view me list and saw all those names on it. They were indeed the ones watching her. She stood up and walked to her dresser and pretended to get some thing from it. She came and sat back down and looked at the screen. SKINNER_CLOTHES_OFF: She's UP! CUTRIGHT9: On the move. KILLR_JOE: Towel time :)? SKINNER_CLOTHES_OFF: Back down…false alarm BIGWIG_WIGBIG: DAMN SLIMPIKENS: Crap, my wife's gonna be home soon. Morgan sat back in her chair and watched the words fly by. KILLR_JOE: Oh I love when she sits back. What a fuckin cutie SKINNER_CLOTHES_OFF: Here, here! MASTERCK4891: How I'd love to forcefeed that pretty face a hot load from my cock. BIGWIG_WIGBIG: Don't sugarcoat it Master…You should let your feeling out…lol MASTERCK4891: Hehe…and a special thanks to Teddyboy (or NXTDRNBR as he is now known) for finally moving that fuckin pencil holder! Morgan froze. Slowly she sat up and read it again. SLIMPIKENS: yes, kudos to NXTDRNBR NXTDRNBR: My wish is your command! Morgan glanced at her pencil holder. It was no longer in front of the webcam, but a few inches to the right of it. Ted had been in her room! Holy shit. For some reason her only thought after that was that she was glad she installed the CamHide program to make the webcam window unseen. She hadn't wanted her Mom to see it running. If Ted had seen the cam running he would have known she knew about it. She opened the webcam screen and could see that right half of the window was now clear and most of her bed and the bedroom door could be seen. She took another sip and sat back. CUTRIGHT9: Did anyone catch her Mom putting clothes away this afternoon? MASTERCK4891: Yup CUTRIGHT9: She's do-able too SLIMPIKENS: Not likely that she'd get naked in here...hehe NXTDRNBR: Doubt it…but I have seen her tits Morgan's jaw dropped. BIGWIG_WIGBIG: No way. NXTDRNBR: Oh yeah, last summer. Caught her through the blinds with my binocs MASTERCK4891: wow NXTDRNBR: Yup, Morgan's gonna have a very fine set of tits in a few years. NXTDRNBR: …not that they aint perfect right now CUTRIGHT9: I was gonna say…I'd nurse on those little babies for a week. Slowly she typed in the chat box THEGUY1960: How did you get in the house? She waited. NXTDRNBR: Copied the key a few years ago. Just dug it up again CUTRIGHT9: You dog you! Morgan watched for a few more minutes. Her knickers were wet. Never before had she ever gotten wet without touching herself. She felt like she was going to explode or pass out. Instead she got up. SKINNER_CLOTHES_OFF: She's up again BIGWIG_WIGBIG: Checking out the dresser… MASTERCK4891: and OFF WITH THE SHIRT! Morgan dropped her shirt in the basket and walked over to the far side of the bed where she knew they could now see her with the unobstructed view. She started to remove her bra. SLIMPIKENS: Oh thank you God! LOCKJAWww: Look at those puffy nubbies KILLR_JOE: and the pants TOMKNIGHT: If we get bush I will just die happy CUTRIGHT9: Fuckin A BIGWIG_WIGBIG: Lookit that SLIMPIKENS: We have bush! SKINNER_CLOTHES_OFF: Does that look tasty or what? TOMKNIGHT: I'm dying and I'm happy SLIMPIKENS: shes gone LOCKJAWww: clapping icon KILLR_JOE: clapping icon BIGWIG_WIGBIG: clapping icon When Morgan finally got back to her desk she read through the log. She smiled at the clapping icons. They were repeated again after she had come back from the bath and got into her PJ's. Later that night in bed she thought of how they loved her ‘fine blonde cunt' and how they would love to stick their finger, tongue and cock in it. She felt so sleazy. She wondered what being forcefed a hot load was like. From someone old enough to be her grandfather. As she came she knew it had to be good. When she got home from school the next day she reread the log from the day on her laptop. Again they loved her little morning show of getting dressed though she mainly only showed them her backside. And again she loved some of the more explicit comments about what they would do with her rear end. As she sipped her Snapple she saw how Ted (or rather NXTDRNBR) has them view his webcam. He was showing from his window Morgan walking out her driveway and to her busstop. They knew he was on the level. They also did something else. They started a bidding war. Ted knew each Tuesday evening Morgan's Mom would take her to choir practice at the school. After they left he would sneak in and steal Morgan's sweaty jogging knickers. The highest bidder would get them in the mail. When Morgan got home the first thing she noticed that indeed her knickers were gone. As she read through the log she saw the clapping icons as a masked Ted had pulled her pink striped knickers from the basket, sniffed them and then in front of the webcam had placed them in a ziplock baggie and then into a manila envelope. By this time on Thursday for the total of $100 MASTERCK4891 would have his nose buried deep in the scent of Morgan's tender young pussy. Within a few minutes the group had hatched a plan for Ted to buy matching knickers and substitute the same panty in the basket for the one he stole. The next day he would check her brand while she was on her run. Later that evening at the same time that Morgan rubbed herself to orgasm, MASTERCK4891, with Morgan's knickers wrapped around his cock flooded his load into the soft pink material. Ted later received and interesting IM from MASTERCK4891. Tomorrow during Morgan's run Ted would have a second item on his agenda. At lunch time the next day Morgan sneaked out of school and ran to the nearby strip mall. She popped in the Fashion Bug and bought ten new pairs of knickers to replace all the unmatched pairs in her drawer. When she got home she threw nine of them in the dryer to make them look used but left the tag on one. When she got to her room she set her books on the desk and her Snapple in front of the cam to block the view. She yanked out her old knickers and jammed in the new ones. After she was satisfied that all looked normal she went back to her desk. She pulled out the laptop, which was still running, from her locked drawer and opened it. She smiled as she saw the joy following Ted's announcement that she just got off the bus was replaced with bitching at a Snapple bottle. She kept teasing them by drinking and setting it in the way again. As she reviewed the log she found that TOMKNIGHT would be the lucky owner of today's knickers. He might have to wait until tomorrow when Morgan was at school but Ted would try. She also kept seeing references to Ted's big surprise. The thought left her mind as she changed and left for her run. She knew Ted would be over while she was gone and bet herself $50 that the Snapple would be moved out of the way when she got back. Morgan's mom pulled in the driveway just as Morgan was finishing her run. Her mom had no problem agreeing to go out to Chi-Chi's for dinner. Morgan had to hide her grin when she reached her room and saw that indeed her drink was moved. She came over and took big swig and thought about placing it in front of the cam again. Instead she sat on the bed and took another drink. She looked at the bottle strangely for a second. Something seemed different. She set the bottle on the floor and pulled off her top and stretched. She pulled off her shorts, took another swig and lay back on the bed in just her knickers. She knew the crowd would like seeing her like this. She knew they'd like it even more if she rubbed her pussy. Finally she sat up and took another big drink, finishing her iced tea. She decided to give them a treat by sitting topless at the computer. TOMKNIGHT: Wow topless typing. SHOT SCORE!! CUTRIGHT9: Beautiful! KILLR_JOE: Look at those little beauties NXTDRNBR: Gotta love that little mole BIGWIG_WIGBIG: I still can't believe she drank it! MASTERCK4891: Oh yeah, downed it like no tomorrow. TOMKNIGHT: If she only knew. Knew what? Did they drug her? Morgan frantically scrolled up. SLIMPIKENS: lol Fashion bug! NXT is the man. MASTERCK4891: hehe, I know who's headed to the Bug tomorrow. She scrolled down a little. KILLR_JOE: What's he doing now? CUTRIGHT9: He's pulling his fricken wiener out CHUBMANz: He gonna cum on her knickers? MASTERCK4891: You'll see in a second TOMKNIGHT: Strokin strokin strokin SLIMPIKENS: lol CUTRIGHT9: Not the Snapple! KILLR_JOE: Holy shit MASTERCK4891: There she blows! SLIMPIKENS: No way BIGWIG_WIGBIG: Did he really just cum in that bottle? Morgan looked over at the empty Snapple bottle. She really didn't just do what she thought she did. TOMKNIGHT: She's back. MASTERCK4891: C'mon Morgy, we know how thirsty you are after a run. CUTRIGHT9: Drink! Drink! Drink! SLIMPIKENS: There she goes! KILLR_JOE: And again. CHUBMANz: and off with the top MASTERCK4891: Uh oh she's lookin at it. She knows something is wrong. BIGWIG_WIGBIG: Look at her laid back like that. Please lord give me 5 minutes with that body! CUTRIGHT9: Get in line after me Wig MASTERCK4891: Gulp gulp…and there it goes down the hatch TOMKNIGHT: wow SLIMPIKENS: I'm fucking speechless. MASTERCK4891: So Teddy how does it feel to have your entire load in her belly? NXTDRNBR: I'd have to say pretty darn good KILLR_JOE: Too bad it wasn't her lips wrapped around your cock instead of that bottle, hehe Morgan was in shock. She had just drank all of whatever came out of Ted penis. She swooned at the thought. She ‘placed' an open book in front of the cam and leaned back in her chair. One hand rubbed her belly where Teds cum was now in and the other hand rubbed her crotch. She pushed her knickers far inside her as she rubbed and then came hard. TOMKNIGHT would have a very nice set of knickers. When Morgan got home after dinner the knickers were gone. Later that night she came again fantasizing about having Ted cum right in her mouth. By the next day Ted's little business venture had taken on a second venue. At the cost of $100 to MASTERCK4891 a package on ice was already on its way to Ted. A day later Morgan sat at her desk. She was breathing hard from her run, but even more from the sight of the bottle of Ice Tea. She had read the log and already knew that Ted had been in the room, opened a small box, cut the corner of a small ziplock baggie and emptied it's milky white contents into her drink. In the chatroom MASTERCK4891 was willing her to drink. She pulled up his profile and looked at his picture again. He wasn't a pretty sight. She picked up the bottle and put it back down before drinking. The chat room booed her. Morgan then lifted the bottle to her lips. Slowly she let the cool liquid fill her mouth. She swallowed. The chat room went nuts. They continued to cheer and clap when she drained the bottle a few minutes later. For the next two weeks Morgans Luvrs continued their voyeur, panty theft and body fluid assault on pretty little Morgan Healy. Most of the regulars had not only received a pair of her knickers but had a load of their cum in her belly. Since then Morgan twice had her friend Darsey over to run with her. She wanted them to see her naked and made sure they got a nice view of Darsey's bigger tits. Morgan had her try on a few tops until they got one that fit. Morgan wondered later what Darsey would think if she knew all those old guys were seeing her naked. Morgan was in heaven knowing Darsey had also unknowingly had two loads of Teds cum in her belly as well. After awhile Morgan realized that the chatroom was getting a little weary. She didn't even bother reading the logs some days. She actually spent more times talking with friends and posting than being obsessed with the chat room. She decided that maybe she would masturbate for them. Unknowingly of course. What she didn't realize was that the chat room was coming up with its own way to spice things up. They were hoping for a more one on one approach to getting there cum inside young Morgan. And when men have there mind set on something….they get it done. END PART 1

My Exhibitionist Journey by Nicheauthor How I found the thrill of public nudity and more. Two is better than one, stronger than the sum of our individual parts, an unbreakable bond. These sayings never used to mean much to me. Until that is I met SJ. Where to start? Well let's begin with a little bit about me. I'm Kelly. I'm 22 and after finishing college I did what many recently graduated students do. I panicked! What was I going to do now? I had a business degree but no real ambition to get into business or anything else in particular if I'm honest. Living back home with my parents after, barring visits, three years away was hard. I missed the independence, the ability to come and go without anyone asking what I'd be doing or when I'd be back. I knew they meant well but it was all too stifling and I needed to get out. So I applied for just about every job available in the area and, after a few failed interviews, I landed a position as office assistant at a company making furniture. Not the most glamorous field I admit but it paid well enough for me to get out from under my parent's roof although I couldn't afford a place on my own and ended up looking for house shares. Trouble was that wasn't as easy as I hoped. At university it'd been easy to find people to share with. But in my hometown it was a lot more difficult. I searched online and in the local newspaper and had several viewings at places but nothing felt right. In fact some just felt plain wrong but I won't go into that! Anyway I was getting despondent by the time I walked up the small path leading to SJ's house. Standing outside the front door, little did I know not only was I literally on the doorstep of my new home but I was also about to meet the woman who would change my life and ignite a passion I never knew I had. Rather half-heartedly I knocked on the door expecting to be greeted by another weirdo or to walk into a house filled with dozens of cats or even worse still it'd be piled up with garbage. 'Here we go again,' I said to myself as I heard footsteps approaching from inside. 'Hi there,' said the woman who opened the door, 'you must be Kelly. I'm Sarah-Jayne but everyone calls me SJ so I guess you can too since we'll be living together. Come on in.' Taken aback by the enthusiastic welcome and the assumption that I'd be moving in, I mumbled 'Thanks. Hi errr yes I'm Kelly. Nice to meet you.' SJ smiled broadly and grabbed me by the hand almost yanking me through the doorway. The house seemed clean from first look and no sign of any cats or their waste products. 'So are you from around here or moving to the area?' said SJ still holding my hand and pulling me along the hallway, 'I've been here a couple of weeks but it's boring on my own so I'm so excited to have a housemate.' Not waiting for me to reply she led me into the kitchen where she finally released her grip on my hand in order to fling open several cupboards to demonstrate the storage space. 'Great kitchen eh?' she asked 'landlord had it fitted a month ago apparently. The whole place has been refurbed. You'll love it here. I do.' 'Yeah seems nice,' I replied at last getting a word in as SJ paused for breath. 'Sorry if I'm a bit full on,' she said perhaps picking up on my slightly dazed demeanour, 'I'm a real chatterbox especially when I'm excited.' I gave a small chuckle and said: 'It's ok. At least you're not a sweaty old guy staring at my ass like at the last house I visited.' SJ giggled. 'Nope I'm not a sweaty old guy but if your ass is worth checking out then maybe you should lead us up the stairs so I can get a look?' she said with a mischievous grin. Normally that sort of comment would have led me to quickly rush round the house, make my excuses and leave as fast as possible. But for some reason I didn't mind it coming from her. She was so endearing and there was just something about her. Anyway we toured the rest of the house which was all as clean and fresh as the kitchen. The bedroom I'd be having if I moved in was bigger than the one I had at my parent's home and it even had a small ensuite bathroom. SJ continued to chatter along happily as she took me from room to room and I was feeling good about the place. 'Final stop. My room!' she said. 'Oh you don't need to show me your private space,' I answered, 'I won't need to see that but thanks,' 'No problem,' she said, 'maybe you'll want to visit me or...who knows? Come take a look.' I shrugged and nodded not really sure what she meant by who knows but I figured I'd be polite and go in since she insisted. The room was smaller than the one I'd be taking but it had a king-size bed cluttered with clothes. Posters of various female singers and actresses adorned the walls and SJ obviously liked teddy bears as she had a row of them lined up on her dresser. 'Nice,' I said. 'Apologies for the mess,' she said, 'I was out late last night and didn't get chance to tidy up. But I'm not a messy girl so don't worry about the house becoming a pigsty.' I laughed. 'No worries,' I said 'it's your room so it's none of my business how it is.' For the first time since she'd greeted me at the front door like a happy bouncing bunny, SJ looked slightly sad. 'Really I'm not normally so untidy,' she said, 'I hope I haven't put you off moving in?' Strangely having only met this girl 20 minutes ago I felt a desperate need to not see her upset. 'No, no, not at all,' I said, 'I'm gonna speak to the landlord tonight and sort out the paperwork. It's a great house and I'm sure we'll get along.' SJ's infectious smile was back and she almost leapt towards me and grabbed me in a huge hug. 'Oh that's fantastic,' she said 'we're going to have so much fun!' When she let go of me we headed back downstairs and, after saying our goodbyes, I left. As I headed back along the pathway from the house I reflected on what a nice place it was but more I thought about SJ. She was a tad odd but in a good way and, I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something about the way she made me feel. I resolved to do as I said and contact the landlord. He was easy going and well organised. We got the paperwork done and four days later I was sitting in my new bedroom. The first few days at my new home were spent unpacking, familiarising myself with where everything was and a healthy dose of chatter from SJ. It was Saturday so I was off work and with no particular plans I stayed in bed late. There was a knock on my door and before I could say anything in came SJ carrying a tray with a bowl of cereal, some melon slices and a cup of hot coffee on it. 'Breakfast in bed!' she said with a grin before plonking the tray down beside me. 'Oh wow. Thanks,' I replied, 'you didn't need to. I mean thanks an all but...' SJ cut me off mid-sentence. 'No problem,' she said, 'budge across and make room.' With that she motioned for me to shuffle over and then jumped into the bed next to me giving me a playful nudge as she landed. 'So do you wanna go out tonight?' she asked. As had become a habit it seemed I was a little stunned by the actions of this girl who I'd only met a week or so ago but was now sitting in my bed having made me breakfast. But, also once again, while I'd normally be perturbed by my personal space being invaded in such a way, with her I didn't mind. In fact I actually kind of liked it. 'Sure. Ok. Where we going?' I asked. SJ turned to face me as I munched on a melon slice. Her eyes were twinkling and she seemed even more excited than normal. 'I have this hobby I guess you'd call it,' she said, 'and I'd love you to give it a try.' 'I'm intrigued,' I replied. SJ giggled. 'Do you know what an exhibitionist is?' she enquired. 'Someone who goes to conventions?' I asked, 'I'm not really into costumes and that kinda stuff.' SJ broke into a full on laugh and almost fell out of the bed. 'No. Not conventions and as for costumes. Actually quite the opposite. You won't need any special clothing. In fact you won't need any clothing if you don't want.' Puzzled and a little shocked I stopped eating and said 'what?' 'Google exhibitionist' she said, 'but please don't judge.' I picked up my phone from the table beside the bed and did as instructed. 'Woo!' I gasped after the search results popped up. 'I said please don't judge,' replied SJ with that sad look she'd had in her room on the day I'd looked round. 'No. Sorry. I'm not judging. I'm just surprised that's all,' I said as I again felt the urge to get happy bunny SJ back. She smiled sheepishly but then couldn't contain her enthusiasm and pulled me into one of her massive hugs. 'Oh great,' she said, 'then we're on. You'll give it a go. I knew you would. You're so gorgeous I know you'll get a lot of attention. This will be the best night,' 'Hold on!' I exclaimed, 'I said I wouldn't judge. I didn't say I'd do it.' SJ looked sad again and that made me feel bad so, despite my reservations, I said: 'Ok. How about we go out and I watch you. Then if I like it I'll give it a go. No promises though right?' Smile returned, SJ pulled me back into an embrace and said 'Right! Thanks Kelly.' We sat in my bed and chatted while I finished breakfast then SJ left to take a shower. I have to confess my head was spinning. 'What had I agreed to?' I said to myself feeling nervous, 'It was ok. I was just going to watch her do her thing. It might be fun. No it would be fun. I considered myself straight but SJ was a good looking girl and she obviously knew what she was doing. It'd be alright I'm sure.' I spent the next few hours researching exhibitionism and truth be told it did excite me more than a little. I was still planning on just observing SJ show herself to strangers but I was feeling more comfortable with the whole concept and by the time the evening came around I had an unfamiliar but very pleasant flutter of anticipation in my stomach. It was 8pm and SJ, who had been unusually absent from my company throughout the day, was sitting on the couch waiting for me when I came downstairs. 'How do I look?' I asked as I gave her a little twirl showing off my outfit which consisted of a pink sweater, jeans and a pair of sneakers. 'Perfect if we were going to the mall but not really ideal for tonight,' SJ responded. 'I didn't have a clue what to wear so...' I said. It was true. This was entirely new to me. I didn't even know what the venue would be or how we'd get there. 'Not a problem,' said SJ springing to her feet, 'we're pretty much the same size so let's go pick something from my wardrobe.' With that she grabbed my hand and we headed upstairs to her room. This time it was much tidier. SJ, who was wearing a short black dress with obviously no bra underneath and a pair of five inch heels, flung open her wardrobe doors. 'Hmmmm,' she said standing there deep in thought and tapping her finger on her lips, 'this is good.' She pulled out a bright red skirt followed by a matching sleeveless blouse that buttoned at the front. Taking the clothes from her I said: 'I'm not sure. I don't usually wear such eye-catching stuff and this shirt is pretty thin. My bra will show through.' SJ giggled. 'Exactly!' she said, 'Hey if you're worried about people seeing your bra don't wear one.' 'Errr no. I think I'm good thanks,' I replied. 'Ok. Your choice. Panties are very much optional too,' she said. 'My option is to wear them,' I answered heading off to my room to change. SJ was in her spot on the couch when I got back downstairs. She looked up as soon as I walked in the room and from her smile I could tell she approved of my outfit this time. 'Much better!' she said. I still wasn't sure. I'd been correct and my bra was clearly visible under the flimsy blouse and what is more the skirt was beautiful but finished well above my knee so I'd have to be careful how I moved to avoid showing my panties. The excited flutter in my stomach increased with that thought although I still told myself I was just going to observe. SJ stood up and we headed outside where she had a cab waiting. The driver was scrolling on his phone but when he saw us walking down the pathway he hurried out of the car to open the door for us. 'Evening ladies,' he said. I was sure he didn't normally open the door for his customers but I appreciated the touch and I enjoyed his clear admiration for us. I got in the cab making sure to prevent my skirt from riding up any further than was absolutely unavoidable. SJ got in behind me and made a point of swinging her legs in such a way that the driver must have got a good look right up her dress. 'That guy will have seen your panties,' I said in a whisper as we set off to our destination which I still had no idea what it was. 'No he won't,' replied my housemate with a naughty grin, 'I'm not wearing any.' 'Shit SJ,' I said 'well he'd have seen your...' I stopped, instantly remembering that was the whole point of the evening. The exhibitionism had started and my stomach flutters and raised heartbeat suggested I liked it. A short journey later we arrived at a bar. I must have seen it before but I wasn't much of a drinker or a bar person so I'd never been there. SJ paid the cab driver who very kindly opened the door again for us to get out. My friend gave him another flash up her dress as she alighted. I carefully clambered out keeping my modesty in check! SJ linked her arm in mine and we headed into the bar. It was quite dark and packed with people. Loud music was playing and it was clear from some of the conversations I overheard as we made our way through that some of the patrons were already taking an interest in the two, scantily dressed women who had just entered. Without asking me what I wanted to drink, SJ ordered us two shots of vodka and some sort of cocktail I'd never heard of. 'Take it easy,' I said, 'I don't drink very often.' 'Perfect,' said SJ, 'now let's see. Where's a good place?' 'A good place for what?' I asked. SJ didn't answer. She continued surveying the room. Our drinks arrived and SJ insisted we down the shots in one. Not wanting to seem like a wet blanket I agreed. The vodka stung my throat as I swallowed it but I took a quick sip of the cocktail which tasted sweet and soothed the burning sensation. 'Ah there we are,' said SJ, 'That table over there.' She set off walking and I followed like a puppy following its master. We sat down at the table next to the small dance floor that I'd not noticed at first when we came in. 'Now what?' I asked already beginning to feel the effects of the vodka (I know and yes I am a lightweight when it comes to alcohol). 'We wait,' she replied. 'Wait for what?' I queried. 'For them,' SJ said gesturing towards a group of men sitting at a table a few feet away. One of the men looked over and SJ gave him a flirtatious wave. He looked around as if to see if there was someone else she was acknowledging but then he waved back. 'We have a catch,' she said to me in a hushed tone. I was still confused as to what was going on but she clearly knew what she was doing and had probably done it before. Maybe it was the vodka and whatever was in my cocktail but I resolved to just go along with things for now but I WAS NOT going to be taking any clothes off. Five minutes later the men from the table got up and headed towards us. There were 4 of them, all aged in their late 30s or early 40s. 'Hi. I'm Luke,' said the man who SJ had waved out. He introduced his friends and SJ told him our names then invited them to join us at our table. Of course they gladly accepted the invitation and the group of us exchanged small talk and a few jokes for about 30 minutes. The men bought another round of drinks including more cocktails for us even though I'd not got halfway through my first one. SJ polished off her second cocktail almost as soon as it arrived then said 'want to play a game of pool? Girls against boys.' I was about to say I'd never played pool but before I could one of the men, I think his name was Ken, agreed to the challenge. 'It seems we're playing pool,' I said to SJ as we hopped off our seats and headed over to the table, 'I hope you're good because I have no clue.' 'Good,' she said, 'We'll lose quickly then the fun will really start.' 'You can break,' said Luke handing me a pool cue. I'd seen people play before but seeing and doing proved to be very different things. I hit the white ball ok but it missed all the others and was apparently deemed a foul shot. Luke took the cue and within a few minutes we'd lost without me even getting another shot. 'How about another game?' said SJ 'but this time let's make it more interesting,' 'What do you have in mind?' said one of the men, 'we won pretty easily so you want to mix up the teams or are you and your friend hustling us and next game we make a bet and you suddenly play like pros?' SJ laughed. 'No hustling and no we'll keep the same teams. How about we win you buy us drinks for the rest of the night?' 'We'd probably do that anyway,' said one of the men whose name I don't recall, 'what if we win?' 'I'll get naked right over there,' said SJ pointing to the dance floor. The men seemed shocked at this proposal. 'You sure?' said Luke. 'What about you?' said Ken looking at me. 'Not this time boys,' said SJ to my relief, 'aren't I good enough. Don't you want to see me naked?' 'Nooooo you're more than good enough,' said Luke clearly keen to not lose the opportunity. 'Then let's play,' said my housemate. One of the men racked up the balls and broke off potting one straight away. I looked at SJ. She was bouncing up and down with such excitement that I wondered if her dress would just fly off and the guys wouldn't even need to win the game to see what was underneath. The man who broke off missed with his next shot then of course I did the same. Ken missed too and then SJ took the cue stick. She bent over the pool table and her dress rode up so far that the lower part of her butt cheeks could be seen. The men were transfixed but let out a groan when she potted the ball. 'See she's hustling us!' said Luke with a hint of irritation. SJ just laughed and proceeded to pot a second ball. I was starting to think Luke was right when a third ball was sunk but then SJ missed. 'Almost forgot we were meant to lose,' she whispered to me, 'I'm too competitive for my own good sometimes,' There was a cheer from the men and I looked across to see Luke had cleared the table. The men had won and now I was really going to see how much of an exhibitionist my housemate was. 'Fuck,' said SJ pretendimg to be annoyed at losing, 'I guess I'll have to show you what I've got.' She didn't wait for a response. Instead she confidently headed across to the dance floor motioning for us to follow. 'Take a seat. I'll be right back,' she said making off in the direction of the bar. 'Not running out on us?' said Ken. 'Of course not,' SJ replied lifting her dress up and giving a quick flash of her butt. She walked over to the barman and said something to him then returned. Suddenly the music that had filled the room stopped and everyone went silent wondering what was going on. The barman stood on the bar and shouted: 'It seems we have a young lady here who is going to put on a little show for anyone interested. Head over to the dance floor if you wanna see some pretty titties!' There was a pause then a roar went up in the room. Most of the men and a good number of the women hurried across to the dance floor and gathered around. Then SJ made her way to the centre of the dance floor and the music struck up again. She walked around the area lifting her dress up teasingly for a short time then returned to the centre. There were whistles and hollers from many of her attentive audience as she slowly slipped one of the straps of her dress off her shoulder. Louder noise followed as the second strap fell. SJ caught the top of her dress as it began to drop teasing the crowd some more then all of a sudden pulled her hands away and the material bunched at her waist revealing her breasts. Cheering and clapping ensued and SJ beamed obviously loving every second of the attention. She reached back and unzipped the shirt part of her dress. Twirling around the top of her butt was now visible. SJ cupped her hand to her ear and motioned with the other hand for more noise. Taking the hint, the crowd cheered louder than ever. I found myself cheering too. The flutter in my stomach was now an excited churn. Watching SJ perform this impromptu striptease was turning me on. Part of me wanted to see her get naked and part of me wanted to be her getting naked. 'That's probably just the booze', I said to myself although I wasn't convinced. SJ was taking another lap of the dance floor building up the tension for her captivated audience. Only her hips were preventing the dress from dropping away completely and with each movement it seemed it might fall and leave her totally nude. My housemate took centre stage in the middle of the dance floor one last time and with a shimmy of her hips her dress was off and laying around her feet. The bar patrons clapped and cheered with delight. SJ bent over seductively and picked up her dress flinging it over her shoulder then walking over to me and placing it in my hands. 'Having fun yet?' she asked with a wink. SJ turned away and waved to the 60 or so people who were all still staring at her. She then made her way to where our pool opponents were sitting and posed for them making sure they got a good look at her body from all angles. Ken pulled out his phone and snapped a picture. This seemed to encourage SJ even more and the next thing I knew I was taking a photograph on Ken's phone with her laying across the men's laps like a car showroom model would spread herself over the latest high end vehicle back in the day. 'Can I have my dress back now?' said SJ as she stood in front of me hands on hips at the end of her ad hoc photoshoot. 'Damn, yes, sure, sorry,' I mumbled, 'I was in a bit of a day dream there. Sorry.' 'No problem Kelly,' she replied with a smile, 'I'm in no rush.' I handed her the dress and she slowly put it on making sure to struggle with the zip and in the process prolonging her exposure for as long as she could. We had another drink with the men who naturally were very complimentary towards SJ's performance. I don't remember that much of the conversation as I was lost in my own thoughts. I kept replaying SJ's striptease in my mind and thinking about all those eyes trained on her and the excitement I'd felt. I also kept putting myself in her place and that made me all the more excited but I wasn't ready to tell her that. Not just yet anyway. The men invited us to join them at a nightclub but we declined. SJ had done what she'd set out to do and I was feeling worse for wear thanks to the vodka. We took a cab home and for once SJ wasn't chattering at 100 miles per hour. She seemed like she was basking in the memory of what she'd done earlier that night and I didn't want to interrupt her thoughts. When we got home SJ followed me into my room. 'So how was it?' she asked. 'Incredible!' I said, 'You were so confident. All those people. They loved it. I loved it.' SJ smiled. 'I'm so glad,' she said, 'It's so much more fun having someone I know there. Forget that. It's so much more fun having you there.' 'Awe that's so sweet,' I said. SJ blushed. 'Told you we'd have fun when you first came to view this place,' she said, 'And we're only just getting started,' I nodded my agreement. 'I'm going to bed now. All that booze and excitement has tired me out,' I said. 'Oh ok,' my housemate replied sounding a little deflated all of a sudden, 'goodnight.' SJ left my room and I got ready for bed. About 10 minutes later there was a knock on my door. It had to be SJ but for once the knock wasn't followed by her bounding in. 'Erm come in,' I called. The door opened slowly and in walked SJ. No longer in her dress and with her make-up removed she was wearing an oversized t-shirt with her hair tied up in a messy bun. She still looked sad but also adorable. 'What's up?' I enquired. 'You did have a good time tonight right?' she asked, 'I mean you weren't disgusted with me or embarrassed or....' This time it was my turn to cut her off mid-sentence. 'Stop SJ,' I said, 'I had the best time. I gotta admit I was nervous and unsure at times but it was such a thrill. You were amazing. You are amazing.' She smiled and I got yet another new feeling through my body. I can't quite describe it but it was like a tingle of excitement and more. As I said earlier I considered myself straight and had only been interested in men previously but was I having feelings for SJ? Maybe or it could be the alcohol or all the excitement of the night or? Well I didn't know. SJ went to leave but I didn't want her to go. 'Hey,' I said, 'wanna join me. I feel like some company.' Immediately I was concerned how that sounded but I needn't have worried. SJ beamed and skipped over to the bed and jumped in. I slid in beside her and pulled the blanket up over us. At this point I didn't know whether SJ liked girls, boys, both or neither. I wasn't even sure if I knew what I liked. What I did know was I'd had one of the craziest and most thrilling experiences of my life that night and it was thanks to her. I also knew something inside me was drawn to her. 'SJ', I said, 'I'm not looking to do anything you know?' She grinned. 'Yeah I know,' she replied, 'like I said we're just getting started.' My housemate rolled over with her back to me and I instinctively put my arm around her and held her tightly against my body. She snuggled into me and it felt so comfortable and so right. 'I'll get you naked in public one day you know?' she said with a chuckle, 'you know you want to,' 'Maybe,' I answered, 'but I'm not playing pool again. That was embarrassing.' SJ laughed and gently elbowed me in the ribs. 'Goodnight,' we both said almost in unison. She was asleep within minutes but I lay there replaying the rollercoaster of the last few days in my mind. Not that long ago I was a frustrated office worker living with her parents and having no fun. Now I was still an office worker but I was in a different house, in bed with this bubbly bundle of energy who'd introduced me to an exciting hobby that I was sure I was already hooked on even before I'd really done it myself. 'Yeah I was addicted to the thrill of exhibitionism and I was resigned to being the one getting naked for strangers sometime soon,' l said to myself, 'But I was also addicted to something, or should I say someone, else. I was addicted to SJ and that was a habit I didn't want to kick'. The next day I woke up to find SJ sat cross-legged at the end of my bed staring at me. 'Morning or should I say afternoon sleepy,' she said. 'Hey. What time is it?' I asked, feeling a little dazed. 'Almost 1,' she replied with a grin. 'What?' I said, '1 in the afternoon?' 'Well it's not 1 in the morning silly,' she replied chuckling, 'we didn't get home until gone midnight. Wanna go shopping?' 'Damn I must've been out of it,' I said, 'I warned you I don't usually drink. Shopping? I just woke up.' SJ crawled up the bed towards me. 'True but you're awake now so let's go out,' she said before taking the blanket off me. I threw my pillow at her. She caught it and threw it back hitting me in the face. 'Fuck SJ give me a chance to pull myself together ok?' I said. 'You could've stopped at fuck SJ then we'd not need to go out,' my housemate replied grinning. I laughed. 'I'm getting up but I'm not going anywhere until I've had a shower and coffee.' 'Fair enough,' she said, 'You take a shower and I'll make the coffee. Then we're going shopping and you're going to flash at least one person while we're out.' Still bleary-eyed and feeling the effects of last night I didn't fully take in what she'd just said and simply responded 'Ok,' Shower done and feeling a lot fresher, I got dressed and headed to the kitchen where SJ was waiting looking as full of energy and eagerness as ever. 'How do you have so much get up and go about you all the time?' I asked taking a sip of my coffee. 'Simple,' my housemate replied, 'I treat life like it's meant to be fun and as long as it is I just roll with it. Today's going to be a lot of fun. You excited to show some skin to a stranger?' 'Huh?' I said forgetting our earlier conversation. 'You said you'd flash someone while we're out,' SJ said. I had said that. Now I remembered. The flutter was back. Could I do this I wondered? SJ looked so happy and as I was beginning to realise I was desperate to make her stay that way. 'Yeah,' I said, 'I'm not sure I can. I'm nervous. How does it feel? How'd you do it so easily?' 'It's the best rush you can get other than having good sex,' she said, 'You're gonna be nervous. I've been flashing my tits and more to randoms since high school but I still get nerves. That's all part of the thrill. That adrenaline surge. The anticipation and then the attention. Seeing their eyes and knowing you're turning people on and they want you. It's really something.' 'But don't some people react badly?' I questioned, 'what if they call the police?' SJ sighed. 'Yeah unfortunately some people are like that and say mean things but not that many really and even that can be a bit of a rush', she said, 'I'm not gonna lie. There's always a chance you'll get in trouble but again that adds to the thrill. That risk. The danger,' She was clearly getting excited now. Her eyes were glazing over, perhaps recalling previous experiences. Talk of getting a negative reaction or worse still, getting arrested made the feeling in my stomach intensify but to my surprise it actually made me want to do it more. 'Ok,' I said making SJ jump as she snapped out of her daydream, 'let's go before I change my mind.' SJ grabbed me in her patented hug, kissed me on the cheek and said: 'You're gonna love it. Promise.' It was a 10 minute walk to the shopping mall and SJ talked non-stop the whole way there. I was only half-listening as I contemplated what I'd agreed to do and whether I could really go through with it. We took the elevator to the second floor of the mall and went into a clothes store. It was pretty busy for a Sunday. We browsed the racks of clothing and it began to feel like any other shopping trip with a friend. SJ and I both picked out a few items to try on and we made our way to the fitting rooms. As is often the case, there was a man sitting in a chair near the entrance looking very bored. He was presumably waiting for his wife or girlfriend who was trying on clothes. 'He's the one,' whispered SJ as we walked by the man. I went into the cubicle nearest the entrance and SJ followed me in. 'There's an empty one at the end!' shouted the fitting room attendant. 'Oh we're ok thanks,' replied SJ, shutting the curtain behind us. 'What do you mean he's the one?' I asked. 'He's the one you can show yourself too,' she said in a matter of fact manner, 'you'll brighten his day. Poor fella looks so fed up,' My heart was beginning to pound. I still wasn't sure I could do this plus I wasn't certain how I was going to do it without the whole store seeing me. Obviously realising I need some reassurance and guidance, SJ said: 'It'll be fine. You don't need to walk out there naked and give him a lap dance. Well you can if you want but I'd suggest we start off a bit slower'. 'Slow is good,' I responded. 'Take everything off and then I'll open the curtain and walk out as if I'm done trying things on,' she said, 'from his viewpoint he'll get a good look but it'll seem accidental and you can close the curtain back when you want.' This sounded straightforward enough and the flutter in my stomach was back so I obviously wanted to do it. 'Ok,' I said starting to undress. SJ let out a squeal of excitement and clapped her hands. I gave her a look as if to say be quiet but I knew my smile would offset any possibility she'd think I was genuinely mad at her. I was naked. It was time. I was going to do this. My heartbeat thumped and my stomach churned. 'I'm ready,' I said although I wasn't convinced I was, 'don't go too far away please,' 'I won't,' SJ said, 'I want to see too.' Just then I realised she was staring up and down my body. It was the first time she'd seen me naked. I hadn't even thought about that and to be honest I was comfortable with it. In fact it seemed natural. 'Ready?' she said grasping the curtain. I nodded and she pulled the curtain back and casually walked out carrying the clothes she'd supposedly been trying on. For a brief second I had the urge to yank the curtain shut but then I caught the man's gaze. He was looking right at me with a look of surprise on his face. I pretended not to notice him but in my peripheral vision I could see him shuffle forward in his chair. He wasn't bored now! I turned my body slightly and picked up my panties giving the man a view of my ass as I did so. I felt an intense excitement like I'd never experienced before. SJ was right. This was a serious adrenaline rush. I put on my panties then turned round and with my best acting skills tried to look shocked at seeing the curtain open. I pulled it closed with a deliberate fumble to prolong my exposure. It had only been about 30 seconds but wow it was a thrill. I got dressed and left the cubicle. As I passed the man who minutes earlier had seen me totally naked I smiled and said, 'sorry about that.' He grinned and replied: 'Don't apologise. Best thing to happen to me all day. But don't tell my wife!' I giggled and kept walking making my way to where SJ was standing looking like a proud mother bird whose chick had just managed to fly for the first time. 'Well how did I do?' I asked. 'Fantastic,' she responded, 'it's a rush right? I told you it would be.' 'Yeah it's a rush alright,' I said, 'I want more too,' SJ couldn't hide her glee at my reaction and grabbed me into a tight hug. 'Let's go to another store and do the same.' 'Hold on SJ,' I said catching my breath as she let me out of her embrace, 'I loved it but I think I've gone as far as I can for one day,' 'Oh ok,' my housemate replied clearly disappointed. 'But,' I said 'you could do it and I'll watch. And I promise I'll go further next time. I really did love it.' SJ's smile returned. 'Great,' she said grasping my hand and leading me out of the store. We spent the next couple of hours browsing various stores and SJ repeated the accidental curtain flash trick twice. It was a thrill watching my friend show herself off but it wasn't nearly the same feeling as when I'd done it. Walking home I reflected that I was hooked. I was an exhibitionist. It was crazy. I didn't even know what the word meant a few days ago and now I was one. SJ was on such a high she was literally bounding along and I enjoyed seeing her so happy. That was another thing I thought about. My feelings for her. That was all new territory too. 'What next?' I asked as we reached home. 'Oh we could do so many things,' SJ replied, 'It depends on how much you want to show, to how many people and how much of a chance you're willing to take.' I couldn't answer those questions at this point. I knew I wanted much more of that fluttering feeling but there was an element of me that was still the old me. The more cautious and reserved girl who'd had a few boyfriends but never done anything remotely sexually out of the ordinary. We went inside and I made us some food while SJ buzzed around chattering and singing. Before I knew it the day had turned into night and I needed to go to bed. After all, I had work in the morning. I chuckled. 'Responsible me is still in there,' I said to myself. We said our goodnights and I went upstairs to my room. It could have been the fact I'd slept in so late or the lingering effects of all that adrenaline from earlier but I couldn't get to sleep. After about an hour I got up to go get a glass of water. As I passed SJ's room I noticed her door was slightly ajar and I could hear her making a muffled noise inside. I peaked in through the gap between the door and the wall. SJ was laying on her bed, naked from the waist down, legs apart and clearly masturbating with her fingers. I knew I should keep walking and leave her to her private enjoyment but I didn't. I stood there watching as she got increasingly excited and her body shivered with obvious pleasure as her fingers did their work. 'I know you're watching me,' she said, 'come in and get a closer look.' I pushed open the door. SJ continued to play with herself as I made my way to her bed and sat down. 'Sorry,' I said, 'I wasn't perving. I just noticed your door open and...' SJ stopped fingering her pussy and looked at me. 'Yeah you were perving. I hoped you would,' she said, 'I left my door like that on purpose. Told you that you'd visit me sometime.' I laughed. She was right. She had said that. SJ resumed her work and I watched transfixed. Obviously I'd masturbated but I'd never watched another woman do it. It was fascinating and arousing. As SJ got closer to orgasm, I found myself reaching into my pyjama pants and touching myself. I was wet. Really wet. I teased my pussy as SJ climaxed giving out a huge moan as she did so. Her eyes were closed for a few seconds afterwards then she shot up. 'Your turn,' she said. 'Huh. What. No. I couldn't,' I replied quickly removing my hand from my pants and trying to look innocent. 'You've already started so why not finish?' my friend said. 'I've never. I mean I can't. No I couldn't do that in front of anyone,' I said, 'I'm not like you.' SJ's face turned sad at that remark. I could see I'd hurt her and that hadn't been my attention. Far from it. 'Ok,' she said, 'I know I'm a slut.' She sank back onto her bed and seemed about to cry. 'No SJ,' I said, 'I didn't mean that. You're not a slut. I meant I'm not confident like you. Sorry. Really I didn't mean anything bad.' She sat up again and dabbed at her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt. A small smile returned to her face. 'Kelly,' she said, 'I would never ask you to do anything you don't want. In case you can't tell I really like you.' 'I really like you too SJ,' I replied. She smiled broadly and I moved across the bed to hug her. We held each other tight and just like the previous night it felt so right. Neither of us seemed to want to let go of the other but eventually we did. 'Come with me,' I said. This time I took SJ's hand and led her out into the corridor. 'Stand there,' I said as we reached the entrance to my bedroom. I went inside and closed the door but left a sizable gap open. I got on my bed and removed my pyjama pants. Propping myself up on my pillow I opened my legs. My pussy was soaking and my fingers easily went inside. I glanced over towards the doorway and could see SJ standing there smiling at me. I looked away and pretended I was alone but knowing she was there watching me as I pleasured myself. It was such a thrill. Unsurprisingly it wasn't long before I climaxed. I wasn't a regular masturbator and usually it didn't do that much for me if I'm honest. But this time my orgasm was fantastic. Waves of pleasure rippled through my body for what seemed like minutes until it subsided and I was taken over by complete relaxation. SJ came into the room and sat beside me. 'Thank you,' she said. 'No SJ,' I replied, 'thank you. Thank you for everything. Thank you for being you.' My friend began to cry but these were happy tears. She lay down next to me and put her arm around me. 'I don't know what we're doing,' I said, 'but whatever it is I want more.' 'You mean the showing off?' she replied. 'Yes', I said, 'but not just that.' 'Then what?' she asked. 'I don't know,' I said, 'Forget that. I do know.' I turned to face SJ. 'I want more of all of this. But most of all I want more of you.' SJ smiled. 'But I thought you were into guys?' she questioned. 'I am but',' I said, 'I'm an SJ-alohic.' She burst out laughing. 'Can you get help for that?' she teased. 'If you can, I don't want to,' I replied. SJ kissed me on the cheek and I wondered if we might go further but it seemed she was content with things as she rolled over pulling my arm across her like I had the previous night. 'Goodnight Kelly,' she said, 'told ya we'd have fun.' That was getting to be a bit of a catchphrase for her but she wasn't wrong. She had repeatedly told me we'd have fun and as I drifted off to sleep I hoped that wouldn't change. Life went on relatively normally for the next few days. Work was work and at home SJ and I mostly chilled out, watched television or chatted about fairly ordinary stuff. We slept in our own rooms the night after we'd watched each other cum but we both agreed we didn't like that so from then on we shared a bed alternating between each of our rooms. It was Friday night and I was wondering if SJ was ever going to bring up her, I mean our, hobby again. But then, as if she could read my mind, my housemate and now bedmate waved a leaflet at me as I sat on the couch eating supper. 'This is what we're doing tomorrow,' she said. 'Stop wafting it around and let me see,' I replied feigning annoyance. She passed the piece of paper to me and I scan read it. The leaflet was an advert for a life drawing class at the local community college. 'SJ I can't draw or paint,' I said, 'You don't need to,' she responded with a sly grin, 'I've signed you up to be the model.' I almost choked on my pasta. 'You've done what?' I exclaimed. 'I know the tutor,' she said calmly, 'I've modelled for his class a few times and I told him I had this gorgeous friend who wanted to give it a try and he agreed you could do it.' 'Didn't you consider asking me first?' I said feeling genuinely annoyed this time. 'No?' she said, 'I knew you would want to do it so there didn't seem to be a need to ask.' 'Well I don't want to do it,' I replied. 'Why not?' SJ said, 'you told me you wanted to go further with showing yourself to people and this is a perfect next step. They're all artists and they're used to naked models. It's a controlled environment and...' I put up my hand to stop her talking. 'That's all true SJ,' I said beginning to calm down, 'but you still should have asked me. What if I know someone there?' 'I've got you covered,' she said reaching into her backpack and producing an elaborate looking masquerade ball type mask, 'they've agreed you can wear this. It'll hide your identity and the tutor even said it was more exotic.' She waved her arms and did a dramatic sounding voice as she said the word 'exotic'. I laughed. It seemed I couldn't stay angry with SJ for long. Studying the mask it did look like it'd make it impossible for me to be recognised. I went over to the large mirror that was hanging in the hallway and tried it on. It made me look quite mysterious and reminded me of the period dramas I occasionally watched on Netflix. SJ shouted over 'so you're in then?' I went back into the living room still wearing the mask. I stood there and tried to do a statuesque pose. 'For sure,' I said. The class started at 11am the next day. I felt those wonderful flutters as soon as I got up that morning and my excitement and nervousness built as the morning wore on. SJ fussed around me. She made breakfast and insisted on doing my hair all the time telling me how great I looked and what a blast the modelling would be. As instructed we arrived at the college 15 minutes before the class was due to start. The tutor, Mr Matthews, greeted SJ like a long lost friend and was very polite and welcoming to me. In a side room I changed into a white bathrobe that the college provided and then waited. SJ, who had stayed in the classroom talking to Mr Matthews, came in and said: 'Ok Kelly. They're all here. It's showtime.' 'How many people?' I asked as my heart rate climbed and what were flutters in my stomach turned into more of a washing machine on the spin cycle. 'It's quite a small class today,' she replied, 'Twenty-five I think give or take. Mostly men but a few women too. Now come on.' 'Twenty-five!' I thought to myself, 'There's about to be 25 people see me naked. No more than that because there's SJ and Mr Matthews as well. So that's 27. That's a big jump from quickly flashing one man in a clothing store,' But it was too late to back out now. I didn't want to disappoint SJ and judging by the moisture I was starting to feel between my legs, my body wanted to be seen. I checked my mask one last time in the mirror and then, trying to look as confident as possible, I walked out into the classroom. Aged between 18 and 25, the students were all sitting behind their easels and none of them reacted as I entered. Mr Matthews clapped his hands and said: 'Ok class. Our wonderful model is ready. Her name is Erica and we have her for two hours so make the most of it,' 'Erica?' I thought. Looking across at SJ I realised she'd given Mr Matthews a fake name to further protect my anonymity. I smiled at her. She might not have asked first but she'd thought this through well and her consideration made me feel even more warmly towards her. 'If you would please Erica,' Mr Matthews said motioning for me to remove the bathrobe. This was it! Forget flashing. I was about to pose nude for all these strangers for two whole hours. As I undid the tie on the bathrobe I felt a rush of excitement 10 times more than I'd felt in the fitting room the previous Saturday. Quickly I took off the bathrobe and handed it to Mr Matthews. I was slightly disappointed that none of the students said anything or even seemed surprised as I stood there with not a stitch of clothing on. But then why would they? This was a life drawing class and so they expected a nude model. I sat on the small stool that had been positioned in the centre of the room and, with a little instruction from Mr Matthews, struck the requested pose. SJ was grinning from ear to ear and gave me a thumbs up. I smiled back at her but was admonished by the art tutor who'd asked me to look stern. SJ giggled but no-one else uttered a word. I resumed my pose. Now don't get me wrong. I was still getting a buzz from sitting there naked while 25 people drew or painted my picture but after the two hours were up I was pleased to move and I was a little disappointed at the lack of interaction with my observers. Mr Matthews thanked me as I put my bathrobe back on and the artists gave me a polite round of applause. Back in the side room I removed the mask and sat down. SJ walked in. 'So?' she asked enthusiastically, 'did you enjoy it?' 'I guess so?' I replied, 'but after the initial rush of dropping the robe it was a little disappointing'. To my surprise, SJ said: 'Good.' 'What do you mean good?' I said. 'This is a controlled, almost sterile, situation,' she explained, 'these guys are here for art not to perv and they knew what was going to happen. I thought it'd be a good stepping stone but the real fun of being an exhibitionist is seeing people's reactions when they don't know what's going on. It's the interaction you get good or bad. That's the real rush.' SJ made a lot of sense. 'We're in a college,' I said, 'you should teach an exhibitionism class professor.' She laughed. 'Oh that'd be wonderful but until then I've got one student and she's doing great.' I blushed. Knowing she was pleased with me gave me an altogether different sense of excitement and I loved it even more than the adrenaline rush of stripping off in front of strangers. I got dressed and, after a brief goodbye to Mr Matthews, we headed home. That evening at SJ's suggestion we went out to the cinema. As we left at the end of the movie she said: 'Up for some more fun?' 'I hoped you'd say that,' I replied. 'Great,' she said, 'follow me.' She led me to the bathrooms where we both squeezed into a toilet cubicle. 'Take off your bra and panties and give them to me,' she said in a hushed tone so no-one else could hear. By now I was used to following her instructions and I had complete trust she'd look after me so I did as I was told. SJ stuffed my underwear into her backpack as I rearranged my skirt and vest top. I could feel my nipples hardening against the material and the air going up my skirt made my private parts already feel a little exposed even though in reality they were totally covered. 'Ok. Let's go make a few people's nights,' said SJ as she led me out of the bathroom and into the cinema lobby. 'Red is your favourite colour right?' 'Yes,' I replied, 'but what's that got to do with anything?' 'When we get into the street the first guy we see wearing red you're going to show your tits too,' she said. 'In a public street?' I said feeling excitement flood around my body. 'Yep,' she said, 'art class was too slow so we're going up a few gears. Told you I'd get you naked in public.' She laughed. I was nervous but the adrenaline overruled that and, as we left the cinema, I couldn't wait to see a man wearing red. As it happened I didn't need to wait long. We'd only been walking a minute or so when a man in a red shirt appeared coming in our direction. He had a dog on a lead with him and looked pleasant enough. 'Here I go,' I said as he got nearer. When he was about five feet away I grabbed the bottom of my top and lifted it up. My boobs bounced as they were freed from the material and the cool, evening air felt good on my rock hard nipples. The man stopped in his tracks and stared. Then he chuckled and said 'Err thanks' before walking on past us. I put my top back down, looked at SJ and we both burst out laughing. 'Fuck that was fun,' I said. 'Let's keep going then,' she replied, 'next guy in red show him your pussy!' My heart leapt in my chest. Boobs were one thing but flashing my most intimate part to a stranger in a public street was a different level. However, once more my adrenaline told me I wanted to do it and that was good enough for me. So when a man in a red beanie hat strode towards us a few minutes later I pulled up my skirt and thrust my pelvis in his direction. 'Shit!' he said, 'nice, very nice.' 'Thanks,' I replied still holding my skirt up as he took in the view. 'Doing a dare?' he said. 'Something like that,' I replied finally putting my skirt back down. 'Oh,' said the man, 'can I get a picture? I'm going to meet a group of friends and they'll not believe that just happened unless I have proof.' I wasn't sure that was a good enough reason for someone to ask to photograph my privates but I was on a massive high by now and without thinking said 'sure, why not?' The man handed his phone to SJ. 'No face,' I said. 'That's ok,' replied the man. He crouched down on his haunches so his head was about level with my waist. I lifted up my skirt and the guy pointed his finger towards my pussy and smiled as SJ clicked the camera. Springing back to his feet, the man took the phone back and checked the picture. 'Awesome', he said, 'thanks. You girls have fun. Hey, do you wanna come meet my friends?' I might have said yes in my state of excitement but SJ answered for us declining the invitation and the man went off on his way. 'Oh my God,' I said, 'that was the best yet.' 'Told you,' she said, ' most people are cool about the whole thing and it's their reaction that makes it such a thrill.' 'I'm so fucking wet,' I said. SJ's eyes lit up. 'Shall we go home then?' she said. I didn't reply. I just grabbed her hand and we set off walking at pace. My mind was in overdrive as we walked. By the time we got home a few minutes later I was so horny it was all I could do not to finger myself on the doorstep. Inside the house SJ dropped her backpack and turned to me. 'Can I watch?' she asked. 'No,' I replied. SJ looked sad. 'I want you to...' I said stopping midway through thought. I didn't know what I wanted her to do. I just knew I wanted HER. 'To what?' she said. 'To?' I replied, 'to do whatever you want but get me off and do it quick pleeeeasssee!' She grinned and without speaking pulled down my skirt. I stepped out of it as soon as it hit the floor. SJ gently pushed me against the wall then bobbed down and began running her tongue up my inner thighs. It felt so good. My head was spinning and every part of my body was tingling in a sense of heightened expectation. SJ kissed my outer pussy lips. I took hold of her hair as she moved on to teasingly suck on my clitoris. Her tongue and mouth felt so soft and loving. She parted my pussy lips with her fingers and licked. I knew it wouldn't take much more for me to orgasm but I wanted to hold on as long as I could to savour the moment. SJ obviously knew what she was doing and her tongue worked magic as I moaned in pleasure until I could take it no more. I pushed her head down and she licked some more then I came and came and came. My entire body shuck and I banged my head against the wall behind me but I felt no pain from the impact as my orgasm continued. I was in ecstasy. 'Fuck!' I yelled. SJ continued to lick then gently kiss my pussy as I slowly came off my glorious high and regained some sort of composure. 'I didn't hurt you when I shoved your head down did I?' I asked as SJ got to her feet. She was smiling and licking her lips. 'Not at all,' she said, 'was that as good for you as it was for me?' 'I dunno what it was like for you but it was the greatest orgasm of my life,' I responded. SJ started to cry but from her smile I could tell they were tears of joy. She hugged me and then we shared our first proper kiss. 'I never did anything like this before SJ,' I said as our mouths separated. 'Well I'm glad to be your first,' she replied. 'Oh so am I,' I said, 'and I think you'll be my last.' 'But you said it was good?' SJ retorted. 'It was,' I said, 'I mean, I more than really like you SJ. I don't think I could ever want anyone else now I've found you.' She hugged me tighter than ever before. 'Told you we'd....' 'I know,' I said putting a finger on her lips, 'you told me we'd have fun. But you never told me I'd fall in love with you.'

My Exhibitionist Best Friend by skkta My Exhibitionist Best Friend Pt. 05 After being caught, Emily pushes herself for more exposure. I went over to Emily's room first thing the next morning. Though it was Thursday, it was actually the start of a 4-day weekend for fall break, so no need to wait though classes to talk more. She had told me the basics of what happened the previous night on the phone, but there was more to talk about. Emily had described the whole conversation. Once she was accused, she and Zoe of course denied it and tried to act innocent. But the RA, who was a girl one year older, said that no, it was definitely her since she was still wearing the same shoes and the same hat. Oops. But then laughed and told her that she wasn't in trouble or anything, she just thought it was funny and wanted to know why she was doing it. It turned out she was one of those students at the study session and thought that she recognized Emily as she streaked by. Emily said that she still wasn't going to admit it, but Zoe ratted her out immediately at that point, saying that it was a dare as initiation into being a nude figure model for the art department. That turned out to be a solid on-the-spot excuse, because the RA bought it. They all joked about it for a couple more minutes and even talked about how Zoe and soon Emily would be models for classes, but Emily said she was just in a state of disbelief that she got caught on her first time out. The conversation ended though with something that shocked Emily and surprised Zoe. The RA joked that she hoped to see Emily streaking around the building sometime soon for her next dare. They all laughed at first, but it also sparked Zoe's curiosity, so she questioned what the RA meant, trying to be innocent about it. Apparently, any complaint about a streaker in the building would technically be a behavior complaint, and that would go through the RA for review, not campus security, like a complaint about a streaker out on campus. And it turns out that there's not really any guidance in the RA handbook about that situation, so she could really make whatever decision she wanted. And since she had no problem with it, that meant that no one who was complained about for harmless streaking would get in trouble if she was in charge. Some guy had done it at another building the year before when he was drunk, but aside from complaints and a talking to, nothing came from it. So basically, nudity was completely cool in the building. Of course, the RA did not say it that clearly, but that was how Emily and Zoe understood it, and how they told me. Zoe with a mischievous grin, Emily with a nervous smile. That was a surprise to hear, and definitely sparked my imagination. That's what I wanted to talk about that morning, but Emily was focused on something else. I got there to find just her, Zoe was working on a project at studio today. "Ben, we need to talk about how I got recognized so easily last night. I barely passed anyone and even with the hat on, I still got caught. We need something better for next time." It was good to hear that there would be a next time. She made a good point. I had thought about putting together a disguise for her previously, but figured the hat would be enough for what she was doing. But I guess we could do more. "Ok Emily, we could make a disguise for you to use in the future. But I definitely don't want to let you fully cover your face, like the mask you used the first time," I told her. "The risk is part of the challenge and I'm not going to let you get out of that." "No I agree and I have an idea. So I got caught because of the shoes and the hat, so the first step is to get a new pair of shoes and a hat that I use just for being naked. That eliminates some of what makes me recognizable" Emily said. "Or you could just go without the hat and the shoes?" I suggested, knowing that I would push her to that point soon. She ignored the comment and responded, "But that gets to the next part. The only other things I am recognizable for are my hair and my face. I mean, no one is going to recognize me for the naked parts of me. So I need to change what they can. So I was thinking about a wig." "Would that look obviously fake?" I questioned. "Not if we use a good one. Yeah a cheap one would look off, but a moderately good quality wig would make me look like a completely different person," she told me. "I was also thinking about getting a fake pair of glasses to wear that could hide my face a little. And I could change my makeup a little, contour a bit, just to make my face a bit more unrecognizable. I think it could work." "Well I'm not opposed to any of that if you think it would help. I was afraid you'd try to cover up even more, so I'm happy with what I hear" I replied. "One more suggestion. How about a fake tattoo? So that you could prove to someone it wasn't you if you are accused." Emily smiled and said "I've always wanted a tattoo." So we agreed on her disguise. And since it was a day off from class, we went right then to start to assemble it. First to Walmart for the glasses, shoes, and hat. They sell frames with no prescription there, so we picked out a pair that was a good balance between looking normal and providing a bit of facial cover. For the shoes, she picked out a fairly plain white set of running shoes, looking just like what everyone else wears. And the hat we bought was a plain dark grey baseball hat. We thought that the rest of the disguise would be harder to find, but luckily, it was the fall, so there were popup Halloween stores all around town. The first one we tried had exactly what we needed. For the tattoo, we picked out a couple that looked like something someone would actually get, including a flowery mandala and a pawprint. We would decide what to use and where later. That left us with just the wig. Emily's real hair is short and brown. It needed to be a wig that really changed her appearance, so we decided to go with the opposite and get a medium length blonde wig. Just trying it on in the store made a difference, so we were confident it would work when she put it on for real. We purchased our supplies and headed back to her room to test it out. She started stripping as soon as we walked in the door. A welcome sight. "I'm going to figure out how to put the wig on, you figure out how to do the tattoos, ok?" she told me. I could do that. It was straightforward and worked just like the temporary tattoos we had as kids, but on a bigger scale. I was getting out some hand towels to use when Emily walked back in, now 'dressed' in the disguise. It worked. I mean she still looked like Emily, but it wasn't immediately recognizable. She was a blonde girl with glasses that could pass as someone else if all you got was a quick glance. A completely naked blonde girl to be specific. "This will work," was all she said. She seemed confident in the plan, which I was very happy to hear. There was a moment that I was afraid that this would all be over when she got caught the first time. But no sign of that yet. "Should I put a tattoo on so we can see the full look?" she asked. I was about to say yes, but then a plan quickly came together in my head. "No, lets save the tattoo for your first test run. They are one use after all. Next time I have something for you to do, we will try it out." "And when will that be?" she asked, knowing that I wasn't going to tell her. "You will know when you need to know." It would be very soon. Now that we had a disguise that she was happy with, we absolutely needed to use it. So on Saturday morning, I texted Emily. "Are you available tonight for some fun? We need to get you seen in the new disguise." "Of course I am. What are we going to be doing?" she soon replied. "I'll be over at 5," was all I replied. Back at her room that evening, it was time for the full disguise. It was also time to show off the new look to Zoe. Though she was an accomplice for the last adventure, we hadn't really included her on the events of the previous day. I made a mental note that I needed to get her involved for an adventure soon. She agreed that the disguise was a good idea and that it would probably be good enough. We had a bit of fun picking out the tattoo and deciding where it should go. She ended up with a large flower on her right thigh. That plus the hair change definitely altered the first impression you would get of her. I asked her for a picture and she agreed with no hesitation. It was a full body shot of a smiling, naked, and blonde Emily. Since this was a test night, I had decided on having her do a couple minor challenges in different locations, building her up to see how far she'd go. We left a little before 6 with her wearing a simple sundress, her shoes, and hat. It was twilight, lighter than it had been for all of our challenges so far. Emily knew not to ask what she was going to be doing so I just drove in silence, but it wasn't a long trip. In another area of campus, there was a mailbox on one edge of a small park square, with roads on all 4 sides. This would not exactly be a busy area on a Saturday evening, but it was basically the center of campus and very public. I parked on the street on the east side of the block. The mailbox was on the west. "Emily, here's the first thing I want you to do tonight. Please go mail this letter in the box over there," I said as I handed her an envelope. "Leave you dress here. And try not to run, I would really prefer it if you walked." She accepted the challenge. "Ok no problem," she said, followed by her slipping the dress over her head. There was a bit of adjustment of the wig required before she felt confident to go for it. It took her a minute of watching out the window for her to make a move. There would be an occasional car drive by and I could see 3 or 4 people walking in the far distance, though no one in the square and no one walking towards it. This looked like it would be easy. She opened the door, but still just looked for a moment. She turned back to me, smiled, and said "See you in a minute," as she stood up and closed the door. She started walking, maybe a little fast, but at least it wasn't a run. It was maybe 25 feet to get to her destination. She took one careful step after another towards the mailbox. I could only imagine how she felt doing this right in the middle of campus but she acted like there was nothing wrong at all. I knew that I loved watching it at least. I took another couple of pictures also. It was a new goal to document all of her activities, both so she could see how she looked and for my enjoyment later. She made it to the box and put in the letter. As she turned, she looked back at me and waved. Now I got the frontal view of her walking back and could see that she had the biggest smile on her face that I'd ever seen her with. She loved it. She maybe slightly less enjoyed it when a car suddenly drove by and honked at her. She kind of flinched as she was remined that she was fully naked right in the middle of campus and her steps quickened into a light jog. Soon she made it back to the car and hopped in. "How'd that go?" I asked. "Wonderful," she told me, smiling as she pulled her dress together to put it back on. I considered making her stay naked, but decided to do that next stop. "It's a pretty indescribable experience to be right there where I've walked a bunch of times during the day, so exposed. I loved it." "I could tell. Great. Off to the next stop of the night," I said as we drove off. It was just a minute to the next location. Not a ton of traffic since it was Fall Break. This was the kind of college town that feels empty when there is a break from classes. I pulled us into the empty parking lot of a local auto parts and repair place. I knew they were closed on Saturdays and that this would be a safe next stop. It was right on a usually moderately active road but with the lot facing the side and from my scouting of the exterior, there were no security cameras. I knew that cameras were something we wouldn't always be able to avoid, but I would try for now. The sun was down now and the lot wasn't super well lit, but she could be seen if someone was looking for her. I stopped across the lot from the front door, where there was one of those free local newspaper stands. "Emily, I need you to go grab one of those newspapers for me. Also, when you get to the front door, I want you to turn back to me and pose for a picture. Big smile please." This time Emily pulled the dress straight off and opened the door with no hesitation. One look in each direction, and she started walking, again a little fast. It seemed that she always had a burst of confidence once she started her exhibitionism. She walked directly to the front door across the parking lot bathed in light. Occasional cars went by on the main road, but who knows how many of them noticed since we were set back on the side. At least one or two hopefully. She turned when she made it to the front door and waved back. I was too distracted watching her walk to pull out my phone ahead of time, so she was forced to wait a moment while I got ready to take a picture. The shot was of her waving back at me. Another solid addition to the collection of nudes I was building. After the picture, she reached over to grab the newspaper and then started skipping back to me, making her tits jiggle at me. She was in her element. She was only out there for about 30 seconds though, so it wasn't yet a challenge. Back in the car, I asked her again how it went and she was even more enthused with her nakedness. She immediately asked me to show her the picture I took and I gladly showed her all the ones from the night so far. As she reached for the dress, I grabbed it first and tossed it in the back seat. "Naked until the next location, ok?" She nodded and sat. Our next and penultimate location was a small neighborhood park that was usually empty and it was when we arrived. There was a gazebo at one end of the parking lot and I parked at the opposite end. This park was actually not that well lit and wasn't that public, so I didn't anticipate her being seen at this stop. This was more about getting her to do something in a safe situation that I hoped she would eventually try in a risky situation. "Emily, this challenge is a little different. We're going to go walk over to that gazebo and sit to talk for a couple minutes. Ready to go?" "I can do that," she told me. So we walked over, uneventfully. It was nice to see her public nudity up close. So often I had to see it from a distance. There was a glow to her when she was in this state, as if this was how she was meant to be. We sat on opposite sides of the picnic table. "So, the reason for doing this is that I just want you to spend some time naked outside without feeling like you have to run away. Were going to sit for 5 minutes and then we can go back," I told her. "That's a good idea. I guess the only time I've been outside that long is when I was hiding in the bush that first time. Not the best experience." "Definitely," I replied. "The other thing I wanted to talk about is what to do next weekend. It's the weekend before Halloween. And I don't know if you are the Halloween party type, but I think we should find one to go to and let you have some fun." "Yeah sure, a Halloween party would be fun. But what are you thinking about having me do? A party might be too public and too dangerous for me to do something like this. There'd definitely end up being someone I knew or someone would take a picture or something. I definitely have to say no to that," she replied, with a bit of concern in her voice. "Well first, remember that you don't get to say no. But I do agree, that would be too much for you. I was more thinking about having you wear something revealing, like a lot of girls do on Halloween. Are you the slutty Halloween kind of girl?" "Not really. But I haven't had an opportunity to do something like that," she said with some thrill in her voice. "Well would you? If I picked out a pretty sexy Halloween costume for you, would you wear it to a party next weekend, no matter who was there?" "I mean, yeah I guess. A lot of other girls would be dressed like that, so I wouldn't be too out of place if people I knew saw me," she told me. "Its funny that you are nervous about a costume while you are sitting in a public park completely naked," I joked with her. "What can I say, I'm a self-conscious exhibitionist I guess," she laughed. "Ok well then I will take care of everything for next weekend. I'll find the costume and find a good party. Let's walk back to the car," I said. We strolled back without any interruption. I had kind of hoped that someone would find us in the park, but it didn't happen. I had it in my long list of ideas for her to be back here at a busier time. "One final challenge for tonight," I told her as we started driving. Soon we pulled into a big empty church parking lot. This was a particular location I had scouted. There was easy entry and exit to the parking lot, it was right next to a moderately busy intersection but there was not much else around, and there was a good amount of tree cover in some areas and completely open in others. We parked in an area that couldn't be seen by the road. I told her to get out. She was still naked and did so without hesitation. I wondered how she would react if I started to drive away. But I didn't, and followed her out of the car. It was well lit here but she continued to show no fear. "Ok I lied, I have one quick thing I want you to do before the actual last thing," I said. "That thing is a quick photoshoot. I think we need to add to our documentation of tonight. Right here in the parking lot is the perfect place." "Good idea!" she said excitedly. "I want you to really pose for me. Show yourself off," I said. And she did. I snapped photos as she cycled through poses, some tame and some explicit. She smiled happily for all of them. The last pose was her laying on the ground with her legs up and spread for the world to see. I could see her pussy glistening. The sexual thrill of this was getting to her. Funny to imagine the crowds that would be in this church parking lot just tomorrow morning. But now it was just Emily and I. These pictures would definitely have to be used somehow, and soon. "Perfect, that's enough pictures," I said, helping her back up. "Ok now the real last adventure. I actually need you to get dressed again and get back in the car. Sorry," I said. She slipped the dress back on and we quickly drove over to the other side of the parking lot, right by the intersection. "See the road and the cross walk? You are going to walk across that. Right in front of whatever cars are waiting for the light. Anyone could be in those cars and see you. And you'll never know. Think you can do that?" I asked. "No problem. Let's do it," she replied, a hint of nervousness in her voice. This was the most I'd pushed her tonight and really the riskiest thing she would have done so far in this whole adventure. We got out of the car, and I led her over to the cross walk. There was a car every 10 or 15 seconds. Certainly not a busy street, but not nothing. I told her that at the next light change, she would walk across the street, with her dress still on, and I would stay on this side. But then at the following light change, she was to pull off her dress, drop it, and walk right across the street, no matter how many cars are there waiting. The only out was if there was a police car of course. She was totally cool with what I told her to do, though the longer she had to wait on the other side of the street, the more she started to fidget. I could only imagine the anticipation building up as she saw a good number of cars speeding by. But then I saw the light change to yellow and knew it was time. In the two lanes she would have to walk by, it looked like there would be 3 cars waiting and watching her, plus of course the cars going the other direction. The intersection was dim, but well lit enough so that all would see the general idea of a naked girl. The light finally changed and the dress finally was pulled off. No hesitation, she strutted right across the street, through the headlights of the cars. I took another couple of pictures. She laughed and waved when one of the cars honked at her. I could tell that she was keeping her face away from the cars, probably conscious of the fact that she couldn't see in any of the cars to know who was there. She looked so vulnerable and exposed being in a public cross walk. It was the kind of situation I had been thinking about for a while and was glad to see she was happy to do it. I wondered how long the moment felt to her. It was quick for me, but I could only imagine how long that would feel in her state, as if she had to keep walking, naked and exposed, forever. But soon, she made it over to my side and we quickly ran back to the car and pulled away. Better to get moving after a performance like that. "How'd that feel?" I asked as we left the parking lot. "That was a thrill! My heart is racing. But really, I thought that it would have been worse, maybe since I couldn't see who was watching me. It really wasn't that far either. But still, I loved it," she said. "I'm starting to like the idea of people seeing me too, at least from a distance." It was true, I had anticipated that to be a bigger challenge, but that just meant that I had to keep pushing her. I wondered if I would ever find the limit with Emily, or if she would let me even get close without breaking her rules. We pulled back around through that same intersection so that I was able to stop by the corner where she stripped. "Hop out and grab your dress," I told her. Again, I thought about pulling away, but resisted. Though it was good to know that she was so willing to do this. We would be doing it again and even more extreme. Back in the car and driving back to campus, we continued to talk about how the night went. I tried to keep prying out some of her fantasies so that I could plan for the future, but she told me that I was doing exactly what she wanted already. I'd find a way to get more information soon. We agreed that I should come over the next afternoon to hang out and talk again. She redressed in the car and I left her at her door with a huge hug. It was a very good night for both of us. I was back at her front door right after lunch the next day. She told me that Zoe would be gone for the whole afternoon, so it would be the perfect time to hang out. She let me in the building and then practically jogged back to her room. As soon as the door was closed, she started pulling her clothes off. "Sorry, I've been naked all day and really hated having to get dressed to come get you. This is better," she said as her last piece of cover fell to the floor. "Well you could just come let me in like that," I said I as I pointed at her nude body. "I really don't think anyone will mind." "Hush. I'm not ready for that, no matter how many times you and Zoe tell me to just do it!" "Ok, I'll not make you do that. Yet," I teased back. She laughed with some nervousness. Her nakedness seemed so normal and natural now. But oh how I wanted to see it in the hall way outside. It was good to know that I apparently had a partner in Zoe in pushing her into more extreme situations. She offered me some snacks and we sat on the couch, initially talking about school stuff and then how the previous night went. She told me again just how much she loved it and how surprised she was that the fear quickly disappeared. Then I elevated the subject by saying, "You know Emily, I think I could make it even more enjoyable for you if you told me a little more about those fantasies you don't want to talk about. I'm kind of just guessing right now, but if you tell me more, it could be even more fun for you." She hesitated at first, but then said "I see your point. Now that we've done this a few times, I do see how it could be better if we talked some more about it." She readjusted her posture to face me and hesitated a moment. "I hadn't wanted to do that before because... well.. because it's a little personal and embarrassing. And to be honest, I was afraid of the things you would have me do if I told you more." She looked away for a moment, but continued. "But maybe I have to risk that now that I see how much fun I'm having. God I sound crazy. But yeah, ok. Let's talk more about fantasies." "Great. Well Emily, where do we start?" I responded. "Uh. Man this is not something I ever talk about, so I don't even know what to say." "Well let's just start with why?" I said. She thought for a moment and then began. "Ok I'm just going to talk and not hold anything back. Basically, I've realized that I have this weird messed up internal desire to spend all my time naked and not care at all who sees me. But not like in a nudist way where everyone is naked. That doesn't do it for me. In like a 'by some weird law loophole, only I can be naked in public and not get in trouble for it and also it doesn't negatively hurt my future' way. I want to live my life naked, out there in the people, and make them all see me, all of me. But that's not going to happen and never will." I responded "Ok, but really how is that much different than just being a nudist? Even if you're the only nudist?" "Well..." she thought out loud. "I think its because a nudist does it to be naked and free and wants the nudity to be normalized, like there is nothing wrong. I mean, the idea of being a nudist sounds amazing to me too. But I think it's not enough. For me, it's the emotions that go along with being naked. I've never realized this before now, but its almost like I'm not doing it to actually be naked, that is just how I get to the thrill I want. Some people do extreme sports to get that high, I get naked," she laughed. "So the emotions. You've talked about them before, but explain them again," I told her. "Yeah so it's a lot at once. I think it's all about adrenaline. Part of it is the feeling that I am doing something wrong, that I am breaking rules and rebelling. Everyone likes to have that feeling sometime, right? Part of it is thrill over having control over my situation. It's an affirmative choice to do it. Letting myself do what I shouldn't be able to do. It's power. And it's also the thrill of risk. It's a stupid way to get that risk, but its effective. But being honest, there is another layer to it also. I feel embarrassed and ashamed that I'm doing stuff like this, that people can see me like that, completely naked. It's like I'm just a perverted girl putting her body out there. And... I feel bad about how much I like that feeling, that lack of control. The risk and the shame and the power all together, that's the thrill I'm trying to find when I do this." "So are you ashamed to be naked here with me, right now?" I asked. I was curious how far that feeling went. "Well, not completely. I was for a while. Those first sketching session, definitely. Now that you've seen me for a while, it's lessened a bit. But still, I get some thrill from the risk. I mean, normal girls do not just decide to hang out with their platonic guy friends completely naked all the time. If anyone else found out about this, I'd be so embarrassed and my reputation would take a serious hit." "So is that why you don't want to tell Laura yet, you are still embarrassed about what she'd think of you?" "Yes, well, kind of. It's that, but I guess it's also that I kinda still like the idea of hiding a secret. You know what I mean? It's forbidden knowledge, and that's exciting to me. But I do think I should probably tell her eventually." I nodded. "Ok Emily, so that's the general fantasy, but what about specifics? What are you so afraid I'd make you do? I really want to know that in particular." "Oh Ben, I don't know. How do I talk about this?" she said as she formulated her next statement. "Ok I think it is easier to show you. Do you watch much porn?" she finally said. I hadn't exactly expected this, but I decided that being honest was needed here when the goal was the get the truth out of her. "I mean, of course, I'm a college age guy," I sheepishly replied. "Ok well I do too. Well mostly just exhibitionism stuff. I have for... a while. I would say that my fantasies come from the stuff I've watched. Can I show you some, would that help?" I of course agreed. She stood up to grab her laptop, but then said "Hey actually let's move to my room. I don't want Zoe to come back to us watching porn in the living room." That made sense, so we relocated. She hopped up on her bed and sat the laptop in the middle, inviting me to sit on the other side. Me, laying in bed with naked Emily, watching porn. What an unexpected dream. I had been recently watching some exhibitionist porn too, for research first, but also because I loved it. I frequently imagined Emily in those videos, so I was excited to see if there was much overlap in our viewing. She opened up a chrome incognito tab and went straight to Pornhub. And then went to log in. So she was enough of a porn watcher to have an account. I didn't even have an account. "I'm going to just go to my favorites and we can scroll through that to get some ideas," she said as she navigated the site. Up came a page that said it include 137 videos. This would be a lot to scroll through. We started at the top, with her pointing out some particular videos and passing by others. At first, she was a little embarrassed to talk about the videos and why she liked them, but as we went, she became more open as it became more normal to talk so freely. She still didn't explicitly tell me what were her fantasies, I assumed she was leaving that to my interpretation. But she also told me that even if the video was in her favorites, it didn't mean she necessarily had that as a fantasy, sometimes she just thought it was a good video. So I guess I was meant to get an overview of her tastes. Video subjects varied a lot. World naked bike ride. A girl walking down a hotel hallway fully naked. Plenty of flashing in public. A girl pumping gas nude. Naked pizza dares. Shopping naked. A girl walking through the woods naked. Nude in a laundromat. And a ton of fully nude in public videos in urban areas. She explained that a big genre of exhibitionist porn was girls talking long walks around European cities completely nude. Nudity was a different thing there, so it was weird, but not so stigmatized. She mentioned that she couldn't even imagine how insane that feeling would be to take a nude walk like that. Surprisingly, there were some more unexpected videos in there too. Public masturbation and even public sex were in there often, though she didn't really point those out. Some public BDSM. Public peeing too. It was a wide and impressive taste in porn. Usually, she just told me about the video and let the little autoplay go while talking, but there were some that she clicked on to show me. She didn't say it, but I assumed those videos were more important to her and potentially more in line with her fantasies. She clicked on one, of a girl in the woods, and said "This is a great video." It started playing as she talked. "This is a girl who posts her own videos on here where she wanders through the woods naked. But the cool part is that she leaves her clothes where she started and just walks away, down public hiking trails. She'll go 20 minutes away at least before turning back. Sometimes she has had to hide from people she sees ahead, but in this one, she gets caught." She skipped ahead to find it. "I just think the idea of being that far from your clothes is hot." I noted that idea for future use. Later, she clicked on one again, titled Nude in LA. "I love this video, because it's one of the typical walk around in a city videos, but it was shot here in the United States! No one does that here, except a couple websites that seem to be gone now. I'd guess they got shut down. It's awesome to imagine a girl doing that here." It was a long video, but we skipped around it and watched for a couple minutes as she pointed out the parts she liked the most. One scene showed a girl removing her dress, walking down a block, crossing a busy street, and going to a walk up fast food restaurant, where the staff appeared to be dumbfounded to see her. "I have to admit, when you had me walk across that intersection, I started thinking back to this video," she said. This was a big step up from what I had her do. A couple cars at an isolated intersection at night, versus a busy intersection in the day in the middle of Los Angeles. Another included a girl hanging out in a bar for a while and having fun with the mostly male patrons, playing pool and darts. Eventually we moved on. "Oh this one, this one is crazy," she said as she clicked on another video soon after. "This is a video of these two girls walking through the campus of UT Austin right in the middle of the day completely naked. They say it's for some art project, but they both look super nervous to be doing it. They only go for like 2 minutes before someone says the cops have been called and they run away to get dressed. Looks like it was from the early 2000s at least based on how low quality it is." It showed exactly that, two girls just walking and interacting with the students all around them, even stopping to sign a petition. I hadn't seen this video before, but I would need to find it again to enjoy, because all I could do was see Emily in their place. She continued, "No way this could be done now, too many people would have their phones out to record it. But it's fun to think about." The video ended and we were back to scrolling. After a minute, Emily stopped and said that she needed to go to the bathroom, so she would be back in a second. Through the door, I could hear her pee. There was a good amount of peeing in public videos on her page, so I wondered if that was something she would be in to. That was added to my mental notes. I decided that I had gotten enough from the videos and I wanted to hear her talk again, so I was going to force her to answer some questions when she was back, and maybe do even more if my assumptions of her submissive qualities were correct. "So I've gotten a lot of good ideas from the videos, but now I have questions," I said as she climbed back up. "These videos present some pretty extreme situations. What would you do if I made you do stuff like that? What if I made you go hiking naked next weekend and we left your clothes in the car? We could do it. How would you feel about that?" "Oh god, um I don't know," she replied. "I'd love to be able to do that one day. But I'm not sure I'm at that point yet. But also I don't have a choice do I? So, I guess I would be doing it if you made me," she said, trailing off and looking away. "Yes I can make you. Imagine it, you completely exposed in the woods, no way to cover yourself as we pass other hikers. Maybe it will be a Saturday, when everyone from school is out getting exercise. Naked Emily on a packed trail. Maybe we'd see someone you knew from class. You know you would love that." She blushed and looked down at her naked body. I noticed her fidget and readjust her legs. "Ok how about more extreme," I continued. "What if I had you walk into a fast food restaurant naked to order lunch? Or what if I made you redo one of your streaks, but during a class change during the day? So many people could see you naked. Dozens, hundreds maybe. You could do that and then we could get out of there before you get in trouble. Or maybe I drive you somewhere far away and leave you naked to figure out a way to get home. That's something all those girls in those videos would do." "Fuck no, that's impossible. I would love that, but no I could never do it. Nope," she said with some resolve. "You would if I asked you to. I know you would. I'm not even saying that in like a forceful way. I know that you would end up happily doing either of those things if I gave you the opportunity. You act nervous and scared every time we do this, and then the second it starts, you're like a new girl, no fear, willing to do whatever you want even if it is absolutely insane. I'm just here to give you the permission you feel like you need to act out these fantasies." She avoided eye contact as I said that and fidgeted again, staying silent. "What else could I make you do?" I asked. "I have an idea. I bet when you normally watch these videos and think about your fantasies, you are masturbating. Correct?" She turned back with a shocked face, but then nodded yes. "Well I think that I shouldn't stop you from your normal routine. Go ahead and masturbate Emily. Have an orgasm for me." It was the exact same routine as every time before. She acted embarrassed and reluctant, she thought about it, and then she accepted. She readjusted her posture and slowly pulled her legs apart and pulled her hand down between them. Her other hand picked a video, settling on one of a young girl walking naked in Prague. She started slow, gently rubbing small circles as her eyes were locked on the screen. I didn't watch the video, I watched her. It was a long and gradual build up in intensity as she pleasured herself, but soon she upped the intensity and started to gently voice her enjoyment of her stimulation with soft moans. I watched as she rubbed her clit faster and then started to insert a couple fingers into her by then wet vagina. I noticed that at this point, her eyes were closed and her other hand was massaging a breast. It was incredible to watch her deep in her intense pleasure. She touched herself with precision, knowing exactly what to do. She alternated rubbing and inserting her fingers for a few minutes, which felt like seconds to me, before she suddenly quickened the pace of her stimulation. Her whole body began to roll with pleasure as the circles she made with her hand quickened to a furious pace. She moaned and threw her head back as the orgasm began to hit. I stared directly into her pulsing pussy as the waves of the orgasm passed through her. I could only imagine how great it felt by how exaggerated her reaction was. And then it was over. She held completely still, except for her deep breaths, leaving her legs spread and pussy open for me to admire. Her eyes remained closed at first, before peeking one open to see my reaction. With a deep blush, she lifted herself up on her elbows and looked at me. "So, was that what you wanted?" she asked me. "I think it was what you wanted," I told her, with all seriousness. She laughed and I could tell she agreed. There wasn't exactly a straightforward way to get back into normal conversation after watching your best friend have an orgasm, so we quickly decided that it made sense for our afternoon together to end so she could take a shower and cleanup before Zoe came back. She walked me to the door, still undressed, and left me with a big hug that lingered longer than normal. Maybe what I had just witnessed brought us across a new line in our relationship, but I would not really know if that was true for a while. On my walk back, my mind flashed back to her hand on her pussy, but especially how willing she was to do that for me. I was fully convinced now that she would do anything and everything I asked of her. And now I also knew much more about her fantasies. Maybe most illuminating was what she picked to masturbate to. It was one of the videos of a fully naked walk in a downtown area, with the girl not even bothering to be ashamed or worried about everyone seeing her. She wanted that too, I knew it. And I would give that to her. But how?

My Shy Wife Is Now A Shameless Exhibitionist by happyguy987 My Shy Wife Is Now A Shameless Exhibitionist - Part 1 I don't think I'm the only husband who enjoys having his wife show off her tits. My name is John, and my thirty-four-year-old wife, Susan, has a great body. She works out every day and is a ballroom dancer. She is cute and wholesome with a kick-ass body: 32-23-34 measurements and a size zero. Her natural tits are eye-popping D-cup. Her nickname is Barbie. I met Susan at a bar when she was only twenty-two. She was very reserved and I got her phone number from her friend. On our first four dates, she met me at our destination so she would have her car if she felt the date wasn't going well. With her looks and body, she had been stalked on several occasions and was very defensive and cautious. It took me over a month to get Susan to come up to my apartment. I suspected she had a great body, but she dressed very conservatively and was always buttoned up. I had earned her trust and she felt comfortable enough with me to make out and let me explore her body with my hands. When I felt her huge tits, I was pleasantly surprised. She let me take off her top and bra, but that's as far as we got that night. ****** We dated for two years before I popped the question and we got engaged. During those two years, we took a Caribbean vacation each year. I love seeing Susan in a bikini, as did all the men who stared at her body. She wore modest bikinis, but her body turned heads. The women glared at her while their boyfriends and husbands stared. I was always horny knowing what men were thinking when they watched Susan at the pool or beach. One of our destinations was St. Martin. St. Martin beaches are topless and, like all men, I certainly enjoyed seeing naked tits. There was no way Susan would go topless, even though I suggested it. I remember asking her, "Susan, why don't you take off your top and let the horny guys see your tits and nipples?" Susan smiled at me and answered, "You want me to show off my tits to strange men? You won't be jealous if they stare at my tits and my nipples are hard? What if they take photos? Are you a pervert?" I was honest with my response. I said, "Susan, it does make me horny to think about other men seeing your naked tits. They are strangers so it would be our secret. If they took photos, I know they would look at them when they got home and beat-off looking at your tits. That's pretty nasty." Susan agreed, as a compromise, to get a skimpy bikini to wear instead of her modest bikini. The top was tiny and her 32D tits were bulging to break free. The bikini bottom was still modest, not a G-string as I suggested. Susan actually enjoyed the attention. We fucked every night and talked about her being an exhibitionist. She wore some low cut dresses to dinner and showed off a lot of cleavage. Susan admitted that it did make her horny knowing other men were ogling her body. But there was no way I could get her to go topless. ****** We had a very nice wedding with lots of friends. For our honeymoon, we went to a luxury resort in Tahiti. I had done research to confirm Tahiti had topless beaches. Susan packed some sexy dresses and brought three skimpy bikinis. I knew better than push my topless fantasy, and was content to have Susan parade in front of men in her skimpy bikinis. Susan wore sexy clothes to dinner and admitted she enjoyed the attention. On our third day, Susan surprised me by wearing a G-string bottom. I didn't even know about it until we were at the beach. Susan wore a coverup to the beach, and I watched in disbelief as she took off the coverup and turned around to show me her sexy, naked butt. Susan grinned at me and said, "John, how does my butt look? Are you okay with other men seeing my naked butt? Does it make you hard? Is your cock stirring in your bathing suit?" I smiled from ear-to-ear and said, "You look great. What a nice surprise. You know I enjoy having you show off your body and it does make me horny knowing what other men are thinking when they stare at you." Susan teased me all day at the beach. We walked the beach and were aware of men taking photos of Susan as she walked by. Needless to say, I fucked Susan good and hard that night. And, her pussy was as wet as I could ever remember as we recounted her naughty behavior at the beach, flaunting her body. We stayed at the pool the next morning, with Susan wearing her G-string bikini. We sat next to a couple a few years older than us and shared with them that we were on our honeymoon. Dave and Cindy were friendly, and Dave was a little too obvious eying Susan in her bikini. Cindy seemed okay with Dave staring at Susan's body. We made arrangements to go to dinner with Dave and Cindy. As we walked out the door for dinner, I looked at Susan and remarked, "Susan, I don't remember that dress. Do you think it's low cut enough? Your cleavage is R-rated for sure." Susan just smiled and said, "It's not showing off anything close to what I display in my bikini. And, I think Dave will enjoy it. I know he likes staring at my body." We had a great dinner and Dave did, indeed, stare at Susan's tits. He was like a dog in heat. Cindy tolerated her dirtbag husband and his lecherous staring. Susan attacked me when we got back to our room. She was horny and wanted to fuck. She looked at me and admitted, "John, it makes me really horny knowing that Dave was staring at my tits all night. I felt bad for Cindy but didn't really care. I have to guess you enjoyed me showing off my body." I answered honestly and replied, "I did enjoy the show, at the pool and at dinner. Dave is a little too obvious. Now take off your clothes and spread your legs. You need to be fucked like the naughty little wife you are." The next day we went to the beach, sat in our lounge chairs, and watched people walk by. About one in three women were topless. Susan looked at me with a smirk and asked, "Do you enjoy seeing the naked tits? Do you wish I'd take off my top and show off my tits?" I laughed and answered, "Yes and yes." Susan stood up and suggested we go for a walk. I stood up and was shocked when Susan took off her top and threw it at me. She laughed and asked, "So, dirtbag, do my tits look nice? Will you enjoy other men staring at my naked tits? My tits do flop around when I walk. Let's go put on a show." I was speechless, horny, and shocked. Susan's tits looked great. Her tan lines showed off her white tits, making it obvious this was her first time topless. Her nipples are dark and really stand out. When she took off her top, her nipples were hard. We walked hand-in-hand as Susan's tits bounced and flopped around as we walked. The beach was fairly crowded, and Susan did make quite the sexy, naughty wife as she showed off her great body. We walked past an open-air bar and Susan looked at me and asked, "John, are you happy with me being topless? Let's stop in at the bar and get a drink. I'll flirt with some guys as they check out my tits and hard nipples. They are hard, aren't they? My pussy is dripping wet. I feel like a slut." I didn't even answer as Susan headed up to the bar. There were a dozen or so men and only two or three women at the bar. All the men stared at Susan as she went to the bar with her tits bouncing as she walked up. There were two seats at the bar which we took. The men saw topless women at the beach but not at the bar. We got our beers and it didn't take long for the guy next to Susan to strike up a conversation. He stared at her tits and introduced himself as Tim. He was all but drooling. Tim was pretty direct when he said, "I feel like I won the lottery with you sitting here. Hope you don't mind me saying, but you have great tits. I mean you have a great body, but your tits are like, wow!" Susan just smiled and replied, "Thank you. My husband, John, tells me that all the time. He talked me into going topless. I'm just a little embarrassed that my nipples are so hard. Or maybe you didn't notice. I'm sure he appreciates your comment." Susan looked at me and said, "John, does it make you horny that Tim enjoys seeing me topless?" Tim was staring at me, not knowing what to make of Susan's comments. I just laughed and looked over at Tim and commented, "Susan is pulling my chain. I do like her showing off her great tits. I'll admit it does make me horny to know I'm sharing my wife's body with strangers." Tim laughed and said, "Let me buy you guys another beer. You are one lucky guy. I'm not married, but I think I'd be too jealous to let my wife parade around topless. But, hey, I appreciate you sharing. In fact, I know some guys even like to watch their wife fuck other guys while they watch. Any chance you'd like to watch me fuck Susan? Don't get mad, I'm just asking." Tim caught me by surprise, so I just laughed and said, "No problem asking, but the answer is no. I don't mind Susan showing off her body, but I don't want to see another guy's cock in her pussy." Susan glared at both of us and said, "Hello. I'm still here. What do you think I am, a piece of meat for you two pigs to haggle over? Frankly, Tim, if I wanted to fuck you, I would make that decision, not John." Tim didn't miss a beat. He looked at Susan and asked, "So, Susan, would you like to fuck me? We can go to my place or yours, and John can watch, or not. That's up to you." Susan laughed hysterically and said, "Tim, you are a piece of work. Actually, I would like to fuck you, but I won't. And if I did, I'd make sure John was there to watch. If he was watching it wouldn't be cheating, and I'll never cheat on my husband. It is pretty naughty, to think about another cock in my pussy as John watches me get pounded." It was time to go, for sure. The conversation with Tim was a surreal moment. Susan was bold and brazen. I have to guess that her being topless made her horny and aggressive. This was a side of Susan I didn't know existed. As we left the bar, Susan was laughing. She commented to me, "John, that was hilarious. Tim was certainly aggressive. I have to ask, would you like to watch me fuck a stranger like Tim? That's pretty nasty. But, since you enjoy seeing me topless in front of other men, would you like to watch me get fucked? Who knows, I might just be into that. I'll bet Tim has a big cock." I was silent as I pondered what had just happened. In fact, it had always been my fantasy to not only see Susan topless at the beach, but to see her getting fucked by a stranger. I would beat-off at home thinking about Susan getting fucked while I watched. But that wasn't something I was ready to admit to. I laughed and said to Susan, "I do enjoy seeing you topless, and did enjoy our conversation with Tim. But, I think we'll leave it at you showing off your tits, not spreading your legs." When we got back to our lounge chairs, Susan suggested we go to the pool. I agreed and suggested she put her bikini top back on. While there were plenty of topless women at the beach, there weren't any at the pool. Susan looked a little defiant as she started walking to the pool with her tits flopping and bouncing. She looked at me and said, "I think I'll stay topless. I won't be needing a top for the rest of our stay. I like being a naughty newlywed, showing off my tits on my honeymoon. We got to the pool and Susan saw Cindy and Dave. Dave spotted Susan and had a big shit-eating grin on his face when he saw that Susan was topless. Susan stood in front of Dave and asked, "Dave, should I put my top back on? I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable with my tits exposed. My nipples are hard, so I guess you can see I've been pretty naughty, and it's made me kind of horny. I'm actually glad you get to see my tits." Dave was checking out Susan as he answered, "Susan, I'm fine if you stay topless. You've made my day. Seeing your tits out in the open is a pretty exotic sight. Your tan lines confirm you haven't done this before. And, I do see your nipples are standing at attention. So you are obviously enjoying yourself." Dave looked over at me and said, "Oops, I hope I didn't say anything to offend you, John. Your wife's tits are amazing, just saying." I nodded my head and told Dave all was well. Over the next six days, Susan never did put her top back on. She was topless all day at the beach, open-air bar, small beach shops and at the pool. She actually posed for photos with guys, including Dave. I noticed that Dave's hand was under Susan's boob, supporting it inappropriately. But I just took the photo and didn't say anything. And Susan didn't push his hand away. Susan and I fucked like dogs every day. Her naughty behavior was a real turn-on. When I asked her about Dave cupping her right tit for the photo, Susan admitted it excited her. She actually told me, as we fucked, that she would be willing to fuck a stranger if I wanted to watch. She told me that she was my little slut wife and she would help me live out my fantasies if that's what I wanted. That is what I wanted, but I wouldn't admit it. I did get turned on when Susan would ask me, "Dave, would you like to see a hard cock in my pussy? Would you like to watch me give a stranger a lap dance, as he thrust his cock in and out of my cunt? Would you like to see me suck a stranger's big dick? How about me getting fucked like a dog, on my hands and knees? I could be your hot-wife." Our honeymoon changed Susan and made her more outgoing. She openly flirts with guys and wears low cut dresses at every opportunity. She is more confident in her body and enjoys the attention she gets from horny guys staring at her. Susan's go-to fantasy is her fucking a stranger while I watch. I am responsible for creating a shameless exhibitionist. I never tire of seeing Susan show off her body. My friends are jealous, and so are their wives. They all want to have a hot body like Susan has. But none of her friends are willing to put in the time and effort to have a toned hot body. My Shy Wife Is Now A Shameless Exhibitionist - Part 2 Susan was forever changed by our naughty honeymoon. Going topless in Tahiti was very sexually exciting to Susan as she exposed her naked tits to strangers. It had always been my fantasy to have Susan go topless in public. What I didn't anticipate was that Susan would embrace her exhibitionist behavior and push the boundaries. Her fantasy is now getting fucked by another man while I watch. Part of me does want to watch Susan get fucked by a stranger, but that is my fantasy. I'm not sure I really want things to go that far. When we returned from our honeymoon our sex life was intense. We fucked every night as Susan relived her exhibitionist behavior. She always asked if I wanted to watch her fuck a stranger. She would be very explicit when she asked, "John, do you want to see another man's hard cock penetrate my pussy? Do you want to watch me suck a stranger's hard dick? Can I be a really naughty hot-wife?" I dismissed all this as pillow-talk. But I also wondered if the day would come that I would actually watch Susan getting fucked. ---------- Shortly after we got home from our honeymoon, Susan surprised me when she told me about a conversation with her girlfriends. She said to me, "John, the girls were very surprised when I told them I went topless in Tahiti. They were shocked that I showed off my tits, and that you were okay with other men seeing me topless." I responded, "Susan, that was supposed to be our secret. Now they will tell their husbands you went topless and showed off your tits. They will find that very exotic, and it's a little embarrassing for me." Susan laughed and said all her friends admitted they would like the opportunity to go topless. She then confided in me that her friend, Linda, told her that she had sexy lingerie photos taken for her husband to enjoy. And her husband was okay with her modeling see-thru attire. Susan then asked me, "John, would you like me to have some sexy photos taken by a professional? We have some naughty photos from our honeymoon, but they aren't professional. Linda really likes her naughty photos." I responded, "Susan, I don't think you should do that in our hometown. It's one thing to go topless in Tahiti, it's totally another thing to have sexy photos taken here at home. But, it's up to you." About a month passed when Susan asked me if I wanted to go with her to check out her sexy photos and decide which ones to buy. I was stunned. I said, "Susan, what the hell are you talking about? Did you get lingerie photos taken? I thought we decided that wasn't appropriate." Susan laughed and said, "John, you said it was my decision. And, I really wanted to do it Just think, you'll have some really sexy professional photos of me in various stages of undress. Joan and her husband, Bill, were very professional." I stammered, "You went to Joan and Bill? We see them all the time They take family photos for all our friends. This is going to be awkward. What if they show them to customers to showcase their work?" Susan responded, "They won't show them to anyone They are professionals and do this for a living. Joan didn't name names, but did say they take sexy lingerie photos for a lot of couples." I gulped and said, "Holy shit. You've blown my mind. I guess we can go and check out the photos. I hope I'm not embarrassed." Susan smiled and said, "John, I hope aren't embarrassed. Everything was professional. You liked me being topless on our honeymoon, so I have to think you'll be really horny after you see me naked." I stared at Susan and couldn't wrap my mind around what she said. My cock was getting hard as I asked, "Naked? You got naked for your photos? Bill saw you nude? He saw your pussy? He has photos of your pussy?" Susan said, "Let's go. So what that Joan, Bill and Mike saw me naked? I found it very exciting. When I took off my panties I could tell Bill and Mike were excited. They both adjusted the bulges in their pants." I now was in total disbelief. I asked, "Who the hell is Mike?" Susan explained that Mike helped with the lighting. My cock was rock hard as I imagined two men seeing Susan naked and taking photos they have access to. I could imagine both of them sneaking photos of her they could view and masturbate to at home. I know I would if I had the chance. We got to the studio and went to the viewing room with Joan and Bill. They were professional, and booted up their computer to view the photos so we could decide which ones to purchase. I was nervous and had a sick feeling of what I would see. Things started out slowly Susan looked really sexy in a red nightgown. Her nipples were visible. There were various poses. The next photo showed Susan with the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders, and the top of her nightgown slipping down with her cleavage on view. Then the next photos were Susan topless wearing a G-string. My cock was hard. Bill commented very matter-of-factly, "Susan has a great body. Her natural firm breasts are very exotic. I hope you like these, John. They are very tasteful." I just nodded my head and didn't respond. There had to be twenty or more photos of Susan in different poses. The photos included shots of Susan looking embarrassed, with her hands covering her nipples. Then photos of one breast fully exposed while her hand covered the other breast. The photos were very professional. Susan was silent. I was aroused. In the next batch of photos, Susan was nude. She was on her stomach with a sexy shot as she looked into the camera and leaned on her elbows. Her tits were fully exposed, her nipples were hard, and she was smiling ear-to-ear. I wanted to masturbate in the worst way. I knew my cock was slippery with cum oozing from the tip of my penis. When photos of Susan with her pussy on view showed up on the computer monitor, I nearly lost it. Bill said, "John, we can Photoshop some of these if you want them to be less explicit. I see now that Susan's legs were spread a little too far apart in some of these photos. Some adult magazines would love these, but I can see now that her pussy is wide open with more on display than you might be comfortable with." I needed to get out of there. I was embarrassed and wanted to hide. Here I was looking at photos of Susan, with her legs spread apart, knowing that Bill and Mike probably had copies of these at home. The only question was how many times they had masturbated looking at Susan's photos. Susan and I left the studio without placing an order for any photos. I simply told Joan that Susan would be back to place the order. I was speechless, embarrassed, mortified and sexually aroused to an extreme. When we got to the car, Susan was a little concerned. She asked, "John, are you okay? You seem really upset. I really thought you'd love the photos. And, I think you were aroused thinking of me being naked in front of Bill and Mike, with my pussy exposed. Did your cock get hard? Be honest." I looked at Susan as I rubbed my cock. I was honest and said, "Susan, you were a real slut. I am so horny right now I want to beat off in the car. Bill and Mike saw my cute wife naked with her tits and pussy on display. And, I bet your pussy was soaking wet." Susan smiled and admitted she enjoyed being naked, especially when she removed her panties. She said, "John, when Bill suggested I take off my panties, I felt so naughty. As I removed my panties I could tell that both Bill and Mike couldn't wait to see my pussy. Bill even commented how nicely trimmed my bush was. He called it a landing strip. I was so horny. I wanted them both to fuck me. Joan was professional but also knew the guys were a little over the top." We got home, stripped naked, and I fucked Susan like a dog in heat. I called her a slut. She just laughed at that. She simply said, "I was naughty, wasn't I? And, I do think Bill and Mike both have photos to enjoy at home. It turns me on knowing they masturbate looking at me naked. And I'll bet you will be beating off as you think about me being naked in front of them. I'll get photos so you can also enjoy them in private." ---------- We planned our next vacation for Jamaica. Susan picked a luxury resort that had a topless and a clothing-optional beach and pool. She enjoyed being naked in front of Bill and Mike and wanted the option to get naked on vacation. I was okay with that, and had accepted that Susan really enjoyed being an exhibitionist. When we arrived at our resort, we noticed a lot of security. There was a perimeter fence and guards were walking the grounds. We had done our research and discovered that crime is a problem in Jamaica, but the resorts were very safe. Susan wasted no time shedding her clothes to go to the beach. She was topless with a tiny bikini bottom. Her large tits were bouncing as we headed to the topless beach. Susan said, "John, let's start with the topless section of the resort. I'll need a little time and lots of alcohol before I go naked in public." I have to say there were a lot of sexy women on the beach. And they were mostly all topless. We found some lounge chairs and struck up a conversation with an attractive couple a little older than us. Nancy and Mark had been at the resort for a few days, and shared information about the all-inclusive restaurants and bars. And Nancy had a spectacular body with very nice tits. I could tell that Mark was enjoying seeing Susan's tits as well. We agreed to join them for dinner. Susan wore a sexy dress to dinner that showed a lot of cleavage. Since Mark had already seen her naked tits, I wasn't phased a bit. Nancy talked about security and told us if we went into town we should hire one of the security guards to go with us for protection. That made a lot of sense. Nancy then joked by adding, "Susan, the security guards are all real hunks. They can be a little forward if you give them any encouragement. So, be careful. They see you topless or naked on the grounds and might think you'd be open to a little action on the side. I've heard rumors that it isn't uncommon for cute, young American women to sample a big black cock while on vacation." Susan seemed a little surprised by Nancy's comments. She joked, "So, Nancy, have you sampled a big black cock since you've been here?" Nancy looked at Mark and said, "No, but I'll admit it crossed my mind. It's hard not to think about it when you're naked and talking to one of the security guards who is looking at your naked tits and pussy. I have teased a few of them, which is okay with Mark, but that's as far as I go." Mark laughed and said, "Nancy does tease them, and she gets pretty horny, knowing they would like nothing more than having sex with her." We spent the next couple of days getting comfortable with the resort. We hung out with Mark and Nancy at the topless pool and the nude beach. Nancy couldn't wait to take off her bikini bottom, but I was more than a little uncomfortable taking off my swim trunks. My dick is about average, so I have nothing to be ashamed of. Nancy checked me out, and Susan certainly checked out Mark's cock. It was all a little surreal. Being naked with friends during the day, and then going out to dinner like everything is normal. Susan really enjoyed being naked in public. She asked me if I thought Mark liked seeing her naked. I just laughed and said, " Of course he does. Just like I enjoy looking at Nancy. But thankfully they obviously aren't swingers, or they would have made a move on us." Susan just grinned and replied, "I'd fuck Mark in a heartbeat. And you could watch. I'll bet you'd like to fuck Nancy. Should I ask her tomorrow if they'd like to swap?" I glared at Susan and said, "You are really a piece of work. Sometimes I don't know when you are joking or being serious." Susan laughed and added, "How about a fling with one of the security guards? I've been thinking I'd like to try out a big black cock. And you can watch me get ravaged. How's that sound?" I looked at Susan and said, "I may just call your bluff. I think you talk a good game, but I can't imagine you actually want one of the black security guards to get in your pants." Susan giggled and replied, "I don't wear pants here." Mark and Nancy left the next day. We enjoyed spending time with them, and Susan and Nancy really hit it off. They would sit and laugh about who knows what. Susan told me she missed Nancy as soon as they were gone. Susan then said, "John, Nancy confided in me that she actually fucked one of the security guards. Mark had gone fishing and she stayed at the resort. One of the security guards noticed that Mark wasn't there and was pretty forward with her. She was naked and he kept complimenting her. She joked with him that he should get naked so she could check him out. One thing led to another and she found herself back in her room with the hunk. He took off his clothes and Nancy said he had the biggest cock she had ever seen. She let down her guard and let him fuck her while Mark was out fishing. She said it was the best fuck of her life, and a secret she would have to keep from Mark." My mind was completely blown. I pictured Nancy getting fucked by a black stud. My cock was hard. I said to Susan, "I am having trouble knowing that Nancy cheated on Mark. I wish I was a fly on the wall and could have watched her getting fucked." Susan grinned and said. "John, I'd never cheat on you. But you could watch me fuck one of the security guards, I'd like to experience a huge cock in my pussy. And we are on vacation. No one would know. Do you want me to fuck a black stud?" I answered quickly, "Absolutely not. Fantasy is one thing. Actually doing it is another thing. Let's just keep it our fantasy." Susan looked disappointed but simply replied, "Okay. But you can't blame me for trying." The next day we decided to go into town and needed a security guard for protection. Susan said she'd find one. We went to the nude beach and I watched as Susan approached one of the guards. She was naked, smiling and laughing as she talked to Manuel. I could tell he was checking her out. She came back and said, "Manuel said he'd be happy to escort us into town after lunch. We are supposed to meet him in the parking lot." After lunch, we headed to the parking lot and found Manuel standing next to a Jeep. We drove into town and spent a nice afternoon visiting the shops. We drove back to the resort and, as we parted company with Manuel, Susan surprised me by asking Manuel if he wanted to stop by our room for a drink. He readily accepted. We headed to our room and I whispered to Susan, "This is a bit unusual. I don't know if we are supposed to hang out with the resort employees. I guess it's okay. We did have a nice afternoon." Part of me had to wonder if Susan was thinking dirty thoughts about Manuel. I dismissed my fears and felt okay having drinks with Manuel. We got to our room and I got beers from our refrigerator. Susan said she wanted to change and freshen up. Manuel and I had a nice conversation. He said he enjoyed being a security guard, the pay was good, and he enjoyed seeing naked American women on vacation. He then volunteered that he thought Susan had a great body. He added that she had the nicest tits he had ever seen. I felt a little uncomfortable, but he had seen Susan naked. And she does have a great body. No big deal. He was just being a guy. Susan joined us in a sexy outfit wearing a white tank top. I could clearly see her dark nipples. Manuel smiled when he saw Susan. We chatted and drank our beers. Manuel looked at Susan and said how much he enjoyed spending time with us. Susan asked Manuel, "Do you enjoy working here? Do you enjoy seeing all the naked women? I'll bet you do. Have you ever fucked a guest?" I immediately jumped in and said, "Susan, that's not an appropriate question. What's gotten into you?" Manuel laughed and responded, "Yes, I've had the opportunity to fuck a few guests. No big deal. I never push it, but if the opportunity presents itself, why not? I have to ask, are you interested? Just asking." Susan then removed her top and exposed her breasts to Manuel. She looked at me and said, "I'd never cheat on John, but if he's okay with it, I'd love to fuck you. Are you okay if Manuel fucks me? You can watch." My cock was hard. My mind was racing. I stammered, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but okay. Go ahead and fuck Manuel if he's up for it." I looked at Manuel, who was grinning as he responded, "I'd love to fuck you, Susan. You aren't the first couple to offer me a chance to fuck a cute, young married housewife from America. And some husbands seem to like to watch." Manuel then stood up and stripped naked before I could change my mind. Susan and I both stared at a huge black cock ready for action. Susan took off her clothes and went to Manuel and embraced him. They started kissing as Manuel fondled Susan's large tits. Susan stroked Manuel's hard cock as she looked over at me. She asked me, "John, are you okay? This will be fun. You can take a video of me fucking Manuel." I didn't respond. Susan led Manuel into our bedroom and lay down on the bed. Manuel got on the bed and immediately spread Susan's legs and went to town licking her pussy and fondling her tits. I took out my iPhone and recorded the X-rated action. Susan was moaning with pleasure. She panted, "Eat me. Lick my wet pussy. Your tongue feels so good. Keep going." I was mesmerized watching a black stud going down on Susan. Manuel got on his knees and I saw his huge cock angled for Susan's pussy. He pushed the head of his cock into her wet cunt and she blurted out, "Give me that big black cock. Fuck me hard." Manuel penetrated Susan's wet cunt. He thrust his cock in and out of her pussy. Susan grabbed his ass as he pushed his cock into her cunt. She cried out, "Holy shit, you are so big. Give it all to me. Fuck me good. I want that big black cock buried inside me." I captured all the nasty action on my phone. My mind was racing, and I was horny beyond description as I watched my cute wife being ravaged by a big black cock. Susan was in ecstasy. She fondled Manuel's balls as he thrust his cock inside her pussy. She asked Manuel, "Does that feel good? Your cock is so big and so are your balls. This feels so nasty. And my husband is watching me get fucked. This is the best fuck I've ever experienced." I then realized Manuel didn't have a condom. Just as the thought crossed my mind, Manuel shuddered and dumped a huge load of cum into Susan's pussy. Susan exploded with a violent orgasm as Manuel filled her cunt with his creamy cum. Manuel collapsed on top of Susan. He was spent. He rolled off her, and as he did, I could see cum dripping from his cock. And, when I looked at Susan with her legs spread apart, there was cum dripping out of her pussy. This was so wrong. But also, so exciting to have captured on video. My beautiful young wife lying naked on the bed with a black stud, and with cum dripping out of her pussy. Wow!!! Susan looked at me and simply said, "Thank you, John. My fantasy is now a reality. And boy, was that a good fuck. I plan on having another round with Manuel if that's okay. I'll bet I can get him hard again." Sure enough, it didn't take long for Manuel's huge cock to get hard for another round. He positioned Susan on her knees and fucked her doggie-style. He plunged his cock deep into Susan's pussy as he fondled her tits. He slapped her ass and blurted out, "Susan, you are so nasty. Your husband is watching you fuck. And boy, can you fuck. This is a fun afternoon for sure." He dumped another load of cum into Susan's pussy. The two of them collapsed on the bed and embraced like two lovers. Susan moaned in satisfaction. Manuel got up, went back into the living room, and got dressed. He poked his head back into the bedroom and simply said, "Thanks for a great fuck, Susan. I'll see you around the resort. Have a great night." Manuel disappeared, I stripped off my clothes and climbed on top of Susan for sloppy seconds. Or should I say thirds. My fantasy had been realized, and I was not upset in the least. It was all captured on video for me to enjoy in the future, as I would certainly enjoy watching. We had a few more days at the resort, which we enjoyed to the fullest. We saw Manuel and were very causal and friendly like nothing had happened. It was all a little surreal. My once-shy wife, the shameless exhibitionist, was now officially a hot-wife.

My Sisters and Me by Drew After I was absolutely sure the coast was clear, I burst out of the closet. We need to split up, I said to the boys. Theres NO way Im getting found by you two. No, Drew, we need your help! Brian implored. No, chance. Trust me, Nancy already hates me. If she finds out I was involved in this in any form, its going to be ten times worse, I said. For you, Brian retorted. Ugggghhh, I groaned. But it wasnt worth arguing with them. If we get caught, Im telling her you were involved too! Brian said. And Alex will deny it, I said. Oh yeah. Brian realized. Look, you dipshits are on your own. God Speed! I gave Brian a little shove and sprinted out the back of the hallway to the stairwell. I opened it quietly, and listened for footsteps. I heard nothing. I ran down the steps to the bottom floor, which had a door that directly exited to the outside. Once I got outside, I figured I was good, but I decided to circle back into the woods for good measure. It turned out to be a good decision because when I came out of the woods, I saw Jordan hanging around the front lobby. He was already dressed up in a shirt and tie. He was also accompanied by my Uncle Gregg Alexs father - along with a few other members of my family. Was wondering where you were, bro! Jordan said, greeting me with a high five. Ceremony starts in like 45 minutes! Yeah, wasnt feeling the treadmill so I ended up running the trails. I can get ready in ten minutes, haha, I chuckled. I was sweating so much from being locked in that closet, along with nervously escaping it, that my story was believable. Hey, Drew, whats up? Gregg said. He wore a solemn look. Hi Gregg, I greeted him. Hey, have you seen the boys anywhere? Brian and his gang? Not since this morning, why? They ditching the ceremony? I put on my best acting performance. Nah, theyve caused a bit of..trouble. Im trying to calm things down, but Nance is NOT happy with them. And shes exploded on Jim, Gregg explained. Ohwhere is Jim? I continued to play dumb. Hes sorting things out, but hes not having any of it. Basically told Nance to get bent, Gregg started. I mean, its his wedding day, so I get it. But not sure Nance is gonna let this one go. Huhwell I gotta go and get ready, running late. Sorry Greg! I was happy to get away from him. I went up to Jordan and Is room, showered, and threw on my suit and tie. Took me 14 minutes, a little longer than I predicted. When I got back downstairs to the lobby, about half our group was standing around waiting. Katie and Kelly were there with Jordan, and needless to say, the girls looked stunning. They eyed me up and down in my suit and I did the same to them in their dresses. You look lovely, I said to Kelly, greeting her with a hug. Aww thanks, you too, Drew, she reciprocated. Katie and I made eye contact and I gave her a smirk but I didnt compliment her. You hear about Alex? She asked. I heard something went down, not really sure of the details, I lied. Yeah. Something went down alright. Its bad, Ill tell ya later, she said. The younger girls arrived, looking equally as beautiful. We exchanged greetings and there was more excited chatter about Alexs misfortunes. Once we were ready, we made our way onto the bus. The bus filled up with wedding guests and drove us a few miles down the road to the downtown church. It was an old, gothic building with gorgeous architecture. It had interesting sculptures carved into its corners and large, stained-glass windows. We emptied and the bus and entered the church. I was locked arm-in-arm with Kelly, Jordan, with my older sister. Maddy and her friends walked in as a threesome. Three quarters of the guests had already found their seats and I noticed quite a bit of eyes on us. Once we settled in, I was able to observe who was here. I was surprised to see Brian and his friends, dressed in their ill-fitting suits, sitting front row as if nothing had happened. No sign of Alex or Nancy. Greg was a groomsman and was serving as an usher. Our mom was there and smiled and waved at us. Once Jim made his way down the aisle to the priest, the buzz had come to a complete silence, save for the soft piano music in the background. The bridal party entered, the organ hit, and Emily sauntered in, looking radiant in her wedding dress. Now I was REALLY wishing I could track down that video of her flashing the camera in her college days. The ceremony was traditional, and went off without a hitch. There was Canon in D, 1 Corinthians, exchanging of vows, tears all the classics. We all cheered as Jim kissed his bride and the two of them walked back to the bus, eager and excited to enjoy their first night together as a wedded couple. Once we arrived back at the hotel reception hall, we got some drinks, and the real party was about to begin. Of course, more boring stuff had to get out of the way first. Pictures, bridal party entrances, speeches, dinner, and first dances. All of this took place with zero sign of my aunt and cousin. I replayed this moment for months The DJ was ready to set the night off, and, thanks to Maddy, I knew this song all too well. Its your jam Mads! Katie said with hysterical sarcasm as she nudged her little sister. Shut up! Maddys face flushed pink. Her eyes met mine for a split second, but we both had to act oblivious. Huh? I said. Maddy REALLY likes this song! Katie continued to laugh. STOP, Katie, Maddy giggled and got up. She started out toward the dance floor. Cmon guys! She motioned her friends to come join her. I looked at Jordan and then Kelly and shrugged. The three of us followed and Katie wasnt far behind. Theres nothing sexier than watching a hot girl dance with confidence, and Jordan and I had the pleasure of being up close and personal to FIVE hot girls dancing with confidence. Hair was flowing, hips were gyrating, curves were swaying. It felt like a scene from a movie. I swear at certain points a circle formed around us, mesmerized by the girls' moves. Katie and Maddy seemed as if they were locked in a 1-on-1 battle with each other. Mono e mono, nothing held back. Over a full year of buildup. Like seeing Anakin face off against Obi -Wan. Magic vs. Bird. The two smoke shows dipped, wiggled, and shook their asses, catching glimpses my way every so often, making sure I was watching. But they didnt have to worry about that. In fact, they didnt have to worry about ANYONE missing this. And, unfortunately for Brian, neither did he. It all happened in one smooth motion. His pants and underwear were swiped down to his ankles, his big, unkempt bush and contrasting little penis were exposed, and he was shoved forward, tripping over the material caught around his feet. He fell flat onto his stomach, catching his fall with his wrists. He white, bony ass was now on show for the wedding hall. Alex was left standing over him, dressed to a T, arms at her hips looking like Wonder Woman. HAHAHAHAHA!!!! Most people burst into laughter. They were drunk, and there wasnt a lot sympathy for the teenage pest. Of course, there were a few gasps. But there were also a few cheers. Katie and Maddy were among those expressing their admiration. YEAHHHHH ALEX!! Maddy exclaimed. Alex snapped out of her revenge heroine mode and went back to her shy self once she saw us cheering. She looked extra embarrassed once she met my eyes. But this time, she didnt look away, and gave me a half smile. I replied with a thumbs up. What the hell!!!? Brian whined. His face was purple as he furiously tried to pull his pants up. Once he got them up, he gave Alex a weak push with his left hand as he held his pants up with his right. He looked for backup, but got nothing. Phillip and the other brothers had already scattered off. Pussies! Brian squeaked. He then ran off, himself. We all went back to dancing. I was surprised to see Alex participating, though, not as confidently as the other girls. Still, Nancy was nowhere to be found. The group of us continued to dance and drink and party. There were a couple of times I ended up matched up with Allison, and her big assed mousy friend. We got handsy with one another. The girls in my group didnt seem to like that. Even Maddy looked a little uncharacteristically jealous. But all in all, it was fun and games. It came time for Emily to throw the bouquet to the single ladies of the crowd. Katie ended up catching it. HA! As if! Our Mom, who DEFINITELY had too much to drink, blurted out. By now, I was tired, and sweaty from dancing. I had already taken off my suit jacket and tie, and my shirt was half unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up. In the moment, I thought I looked like a sex symbol rockstar, but in reality, I probably looked like a douche. I wandered off out of the hall to get some fresh air, and to see what kind of trouble I could get into. I was so horny at this point; I wouldve fucked the first girl with whom I found myself alone. Turns out that girl would be Maddy. The one who started this all. She looked so beautiful, her powder blue dress matching her eyes. Her auburn hair was worn down, and I noticed some scarce glitter shimmering on her exposed skin. Drewwww, she said softly. Watcha up to? Needed a break from everything, I said. You? Ha. Same. Maddy stared at me. We both knew what each other wanted. I miss you, she eventually said. Im right here, I replied. Yeah, but I feel like we havent hung out much, lately. And Im going away soon. Then Ill REALLY miss you. I know, I paused. Ill miss you too. We continued to stare at each other. I was getting lost in her eyes. Welp, now or never, I figured. Wanna go back to my room? I asked. She smiled; that was a good sign, but said nothing; that wasnt. Seriously? She finally asked. Well, only if you want to, I said. I do! She said quickly. But, what if Jordan comes back? I dont even know where he is? I figured he and Kenzie will get up to their shenanigans at some point tonight. True, I said. I did some thinking, but came up empty. Shit! Hey! We can figure something out. Cmon, follow me! Maddy said. And she was off. Half speed-walking, half sprinting, she went down some hallways, trying out a few door handles, but finding them locked. I felt like a peasant boy from some fantasy tale, breaking the princess out of her chambers and chasing her to a forbidden night out in the village. Maddys glamorous gown, bright smile, and flowing auburn locks definitely helped paint that picture. By the third hallway turn, she found what we were looking for. Jackpot!! She said with as much enthusiasm as Id ever heard from her. And that was saying something. The room was some sort of storage closet. Complete with extra mattresses, pillows and sheets, and most importantly, NO cameras. We wasted no time. Maddy and I began making out with animalistic passion. She would kiss me and then back off, smirking, teasing, silently cueing for me to take her. I kissed my way down her neck, smelling her lavender perfume. Maddy worked on my buttons, unfastening them in mere seconds. I slid my shirt off and tossed it on the ground. Maddys soft touch caressed my abs and pecs, and I unzipped the back of her dress. The dress was strapless, and easily slid down over her chest and down to her hips. I continued to pull it all the way down, showing off her pink set of underwear. My pants came off next, and my dick was as rigid as ever beneath my briefs. No issues tonight. Black took over Maddys normally icy eyes as her pupils swelled. She swiped my briefs to my ankles and then my cock was in her mouth. Maddy licked and sucked on my penis as she massaged my balls with her hands. I unhooked her strapless bra and tossed it aside, my hands rubbed on her bare back. She backed off my groin and looked up at me, but my eyes were focused on her rack. Her tits were so fucking perfect and I dove my face between them. LATCH, WHOOSH Youd think we would have been used to the sound of a door opening and interrupting us by now. Particularly Maddy. But nope. Both of us jumped up, startled, and turned to face the door. Katie stood in the entryway, looking as sexy and devilish in her silky black dress, with a smirk on her face. Maddy shot her hands to cover up her tits and I did the same to hide my penis. Katie laughed, and stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her. No issues tonight, huh, Droopy Drew? Katie asked, nodding toward my poorly covered erection. She continued to wear a smile that didnt quite reach her eyes. Forced. In hindsight, I should have paid closer attention to this. What? Maddy asked timidly. Aww cmon Mads, you really gonna hog him all to yourself? Katie said, and the tone of her voice changed to a softer, sexier tone. Im not hogging him, my little sisters voice trembled. Were not doing anything. Youre doing...something, Katie dismissed her, then paused. I want in. Neither Maddy nor myself said a word. I never knew how to read my big sis. She was extra horny lately. And she clearly had no qualms regarding familial hook ups Katie slid the straps of her dress off her own shoulders and stepped closer to us. She pulled her dress over her large breasts and down to her belly button. She reached back behind her and unhooked her leopard printed bra, baring her big, firm boobs for us. Both Maddy and I stared. Does this look like his first time seeing these? Katie asked her little sister. consensually, she muttered, her eyes rolling. Maddy looked at me and pieced things together. Her eyes were wide and she lookeda little betrayed, but a little intrigued. She scanned back over to her sisters cans. You can touch them, Katie whispered. For some reason, I thought she was talking to me even though her eyes were on Maddy and I took my hands off my boner to squeeze Katies glorious rack. Maddy kept her hands over her own tits and watched carefully. Oh! Katie said. I was actually inviting Mads to touch them, Drew. Oh, I said, dumbly. I removed my hands. No one did anything. Go on, Mads! Katie laughed. You can feel them, unless you just wanna stare at them all night? Maddy cautiously dropped her hands from her chest and revealed her perky boobies to us. Nice, Katie said, even though she had seen Maddys tits plenty of times by now. Maddy slowly moved her hands up to her sisters chest, and cupped Katies boobs. She began gently squeezing and rubbing them. Ahhhh, Katie moaned. She moved closer to her little sister, wrapped her arms around her, and sensually moved in to kiss her. OH. MY. GOD. I sat there, in awe of my luck, as my two gorgeous sisters made out topless in front of me. Katie and Maddy continued to kiss for a few seconds before Katie backed off slowly and reached into her bag. She pulled out her two pairs of handcuffs. This is so fucking hot, she said casually. Jeeze! Maddy said, her fear subsiding, excitement building back up. She smirked. Katie nodded and stepped back toward us. She grabbed my left wrist and hooked one of the cuffs around it. She latched the attached cuff to Maddys left wrist. She now focused on me. She grabbed my cock and rubbed her hands up and down on it, kissing me as she did so. It felt incredible. Katie sauntered over on my other side and I willingly held my wrist out for her. I was ready and eager for her role playing tonight. She hooked my right wrist to Maddys and us two younger siblings were handcuffed together, single file, with Maddys backside directly in front of me. ****** Katie went back to her little sister and began passionately making out with her and rubbing on her breasts. From her handcuffed position, Maddy fumbled her left hand around on my groin for a few seconds before she found my stiff dick. She began blindly jerking me off. Katie noticed this and it only fired her up more. She removed the rest of her dress and then slid her panties off, showing off her tight snatch to her little sister. She stepped closer, totally nude, and Maddy guided our right-handed cuffs forward, and slid her fingers around our big sisters clit! HOLY SHIT!!!! Katie moaned with ecstasy as Maddy continued to give us dual hand-jobs. It was five minutes of pure heaven. Once Katie had enough, she slid our little sisters underwear down and off her ankles. All three of us were now naked as the day we were born. Katie admired her sisters kitty for a few seconds, before inching her face closer to it. No fucking way. Yes Way. Katie began licking and kissing Maddys box! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! Slurp, slosh, slurp The sounds were incredibly erotic and I was about to cum. Maddy hadnt stopped jerking me off. I must have been making a lot of noise because Katie backed off from her cunnilingus. Drew, dont finish! You havent gotten a taste yet! She said. Maddy? She directed at our little sis. Maddy turned her neck to face me as best she could, and I saw the side of her beaming smile. She then arched forward, lifted her ass up toward me, and spread her legs. Her pink little asshole popped into my view, as did her pussy lips. All yours, Drew! She said. And I about fainted right there. Cmon, Drew!! Katie exclaimed her encouragement. And I didnt need any further persuasion. I shoved my thick cock into my little sis pussy and railed her from behind as my older sister took in the sights. I lasted as long as I could, before pulling out and showering both of my buck-naked sisters with gallons of hot jizz. RECORD SCRATCH Yeah. Right. While this may seem like a fantasy, its not. In fact, it was about to turn into a horror story. Katie had entranced us. She actually did pull off her bra and even kissed both of us and it was hot as hell. But once she had us locked together in her handcuffs, she burst out laughing. Hahahhaaha! Katie quickly picked her bra up, turned away from us and put it back on. She pulled her dress back up and over her chest and slid her shoulders into the straps. She did all this while Maddy and I stood motionless like idiots, trying to process what had happened. You two were soooo obvious! I literally followed you from the hall without you turning back even ONCE to see if you were being followed! Katie continued laughing. How long have you guys been hooking up? There was some hurt that crept through her voice. We didnt say anything. For a bit. How long have you guys? Maddy finally said. Spring break, Katie said, as if she was talking about the weather. But thats over now! Katie walked close to me. Not-So-Droopy-Drew, She flung my still-rock-hard cock up and down, as if it was a door-stopper. Katie, what are you doing? I asked. Hey, you guys wanted to be together. Now, youre together! Go ahead, bang it out! And with that, she began gathering up our clothes. Fuck, no! Maddy blurted out. The two of us tried to make a move to stop her, but it was difficult and awkward being cuffed together. Katie was able to gather all our clothes, as well as the free sheets into her arms. Byyyyyyyyyeeeeee!! She said, and turned to walk out the door. But then, she paused. Oh, shit! Almost forgot! She pounced, quick as a cat, and grabbed the waistband of Maddys pink, bikini cut underwear. You wont be needing these! Katie yanked Maddys panties down to her ankles. My younger sisters perky bare ass was now exposed to me, and only a few inches from my dick. Katie tried to escape, but I was able to grab her. This turned out to be a MASSIVE mistake. Katie churned her thighs and was able to power past my weak, handcuffed grasp. But her momentum caused Maddy and I to go tumbling out of the storage room and out into the hallway. Uh Oh. Again, Katie was fast as shit and was able to pull the door shut, but not before wisely turning the lock from the inside. Maddy and I were naked as jaybirds, handcuffed together, locked outside in the open hallway. Okay, for realz this time. Bye! Katie took off with our clothes and the sheets still in hand. Turns out, she didnt even need to take those things, because we couldnt get back into the room anyway. Oh shit, Drew! Maddys voice began to tremble. What do we do?! What do we DO?! Her body began to shake a little. You think shes serious? I dont know! I said. I wouldnt think she would take things TOO far? Should we just try and wait her out? NO! Maddy said. She was beginning to panic. We cant just stand here! What do you wanna do?! I dont know! Try for another open door?! Okay, cmon! Maddy and I began to hurry, or try to hurry, down the hallway, yanking on every door in sight. But it was challenging maneuvering when handcuffed together. Every step Maddy took, her butt cheek bounced against my cock. I wasnt about to go soft anytime soon. Maddy, hang on, I said. We stopped. What? Drew, COME ON! Im trying to get situated back her. Yeah, your.thing keeps hitting me, Maddy said. I pulled my hands to try and hold my rod upright against my stomach, but doing so was uncomfortable for Maddy. AHHHH! My arms! Drew stop! Youre pulling me! She said. God, I could only imagine what her front side looked like with her arms pinned back like this. But I couldnt see from my angle. I relaxed my arms back at my sides in front of me. Alright, well, sorry, if I keep hitting you, I said. Its okay, she said, softly. Lets go. We hustled back down to the next set of doors. Locked. But we were starting to get into rhythm. Until we werent. Trying to go fast, it was inevitable that we would eventually get tripped up. Maddy fell forward, and luckily, we were able to brace our fall with our hands. But I still landed on top of her. OWWW!! I whisper screamed as my rigid dick bent against her rear end when we fell. If her ass wasnt so soft, who knows how bad it wouldve been. It still hurt like hell, but my penis pointed right back up to the sky and there didnt seem to be any damage. Ooommmphh! Maddy let out when I landed on her. Getting up was a whole other fiasco. There was A LOT of my penis going places it shouldnt (not that it hadnt been there before) and a lot of me rubbing up against Maddys smooth, soft skin. But we did it. And we were off again. Eventually, my penis went flaccid as it got somewhat de-sensitized to the situation. This whole back hallway had turned into a maze and I had no clue where we were at in relation to the building. I noticed cameras were up in the hallways and Im sure the security guards were getting quite the show. But that was the least of our problems. Drew, Im tired, Maddy said. This isnt working. I know. AND theres cameras! Was hoping you wouldnt see those. I mumbled. I dont even care about the footage, its prolly grainy. But security HAS to have seen us by now! So, what do we do? You wanna try and wait to see if Katie bails us out? I said. If we do that, we risk security catching up to us first. What if they arrest us like this?! Maddy shuttered. Okay, lets try one more corner. If theres nothing that can help us, then we take our chances waiting for Katie? I offered a solution. Both of us knew it wasnt that great of one. Alright, Maddy said hesitantly. We stumbled our way forward and around the corner to reveal another long hallway. This one had a red EXIT sign illuminated at the end of it. There was also a large set of double doors near the exit. WHEW! Maddy exclaimed. We can try those doors, if no luck, well just exit to the outside. Theres GOTTA be something out there we can cover with, or someone we can find to help us out! You sure we want to run outside? I questioned. And run into someone? One persons better than a mob of people, Maddy said. Theres way more areas to hide out there. Alright, lets do it. Maddy and I walked slowly down the long hallway. It was T-shaped at the end, and the exit doors were at the center of the T. Though we werent home free by any means, getting outside would be somewhat of a relief. We continued to tiptoe forward, one step at a time, one beautiful butt cheek brushing against my penis at a time. The walk seemed to take forever. When we finally reached the end, Maddy was about to grab hold of the large hallway doors to see if we lucked out with another closet. OH, MY WORD!!! YOU LITTLE PERVERTS!!!! Aunt Nancys nasty voice screamed at the top of her lungs. The absolute WORST person who possibly could have spotted us. Maddy and I groaned, and turned to our side. Nancy was coming from the opposite end of the T-shaped hallway, and she was coming fast. She was wearing her coat and wheeling her luggage, she had clearly been trying to bugger out of the wedding without being seen. That is, before she spotted us. WAIT TILL YOUR MOTHER HEARS ABOUT THIS!!!! Nancy boomed. She had pulled out her phone and held it in front of her, intending to film us. Aunt Nancy! Stop! Please! Maddy begged. DREWS NOT GETTING AWAY WITH IT THIS TIME! Nancy exclaimed. She made no signs of letting up. SHIT, Drew, Come on! The doors! Maddy reached for the doors on the wall, and to our relief, they were unlocked! We pushed through the doors and stumbled into a massive, dim, but very loud room.The Reception Hall. OH MY GOD! Excited voices and chatter arose from the darkness. IS THAT.MADDY?!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!! OH, FUCK!!!!!!! WOW!!!!! The thrilled, frenzied chatter cut through the music. The DJ cut it off. Aunt Nancy caught up, and slammed the doors shut behind us. The stage manager flicked the spotlight on, and turned it over to shine in our direction. At first, I was blinded. The contrast of the dark room and high beams took a second to adjust. But someone turned on the remaining lights of the reception hall and I got a sense of what was happening. There were probably 50 shocked faces and ear-to-ear grins in front of us. It was all happening so fast. I was somewhat shielded behind my little sister. But poor Maddy was laid out bare for all our friends and family! AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! She let out a blood curling scream as she saw the faces in the crowd. In addition to the grins, I could now see the huge mirrors scattered around the hall. One of them was right in front of us. Which means I also got to see what all the hype was about: My younger sisters perky round titties and bald little pussy in all their puffy glory! Cameras and photographers are never a scarcity at a wedding. They flashed and clicked away as Maddy squirmed around in buck naked humiliation. NO, NO, DONT!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE DONT!!!!!!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!!!!!!! Maddy pleaded for mercy. She attempted to turn to the side, attempted to scissor her thighs, and attempted to bring her handcuffed hands forward, but there was nothing she could do to cover up. All she accomplished by trying was cause her boobies to jiggle delightfully for the crowds perverted thrill. Oh, and also bounce her butt cheeks off my dick. It was absolutely tantalizing, and despite how nervous I was, my cock returned to full salute. Maddy was too horrified to notice it. The crowd didnt miss it, though. BAHAHAHA! HES HARD! BONER BOY!!! ISNT THAT HIS SISTER?! Someone from Emilys side spat out. I tried to help Maddy as best I could by bringing my arms forward to cover her goodies. I basically had to press my body against her to get the proper amount of slack. And for a couple seconds it worked, as her fingers briefly splayed across her privates sometimes the top half, other times, the bottom. But with all the commotion, it was too hard to coordinate our movements for an extended period of time. Anyone who wanted which was basically everyone got lengthy, priceless shots of Maddys bomb tits and bare shaven vagina. Now everyone else knew EXACTLY why I got caught up in an incestual spiral over the past year. Only they could enjoy it without shame. For one, because they werent her brother. For two, because there was a whole mob of them fighting each other off for better looks. Maddy continued to scream and wiggle around. She looked so totally embarrassed, stark naked in front of the closest people in her life. It was incredibly stimulating seeing her face beet red, her wide blue eyes and cute dimples illuminated by the camera flashes. She desperately and futilely continued to try and cover up. My sexual excitement from my little sisters humiliation outweighed my flight-or-fight response. I was frozen in place, taking it all in. Maddys squeals, her tits and coochie on show, her soft, peachy ass bouncing up and down on my cock. My knees buckled, and you all know what happened next. OH SHIT HE FUCKIN NUTTED ALL OVER HER!! JIZZED HIS GUTS OUT ALL OVER HIS SISTER!! DREW!!!! The crown erupted, and I was snapped back to post-nut reality. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Maddy let out another blood curling scream as she felt my hot load splash across her back. OHMYGOD GROSS!! GROSS!! She yelped, jumping up and down in disgust. Not exactly the reaction you wanna hear after cumming on someone. But holy fuck were her titties bouncing. It took about 15 seconds or so for me to regain my bearings. Now, I could finally focus, which wasnt initially a good thing because I saw the crowd really saw them and made out their faces. Katie was laughing her ass off, Kelly looked concerned, but weirded out. Jordan, Jim, Kevin, Brian pretty much all the guys were bug eyed, and scanning Maddys body up and down. Brian was holding his crotch, and I think he may have jizzed his pants. Jordan did give me a brief, uneasy look. And then there was my mom. Her face was as crimson as Maddys, only it was due to anger as opposed to shame. Her arms were crossed and she stood in an exaggerated, standoff manner, as if to say, well, this is what you get young lady. She made no movements to help us. We were on our own. DREW! PLEASE help me cover!!! Maddy cried. Right! I said. I pressed up against her backside again. My soft penis squished against her ass. My abs were against her back and I shuddered as my warm, slippery splooge was transferred from Maddys skin to my own. I reached my arms as far forward as I could and my sister was able to just barely drape one arm across her boobs and the other hand over her vag . We clumsily tip-toed over to the back door and the crown exploded as they got their first looks at Maddys luscious ass, as well as my semen running down her back. NOOOOOO!!!!!! Maddy groaned when we realized the door was locked. Im not sure what she was expecting. Even if Nancy had to hold the doors shut herself, there was no way she was giving us that easy of an out. We had two options. Sit here, bare naked in front of the guests and wait for them to get bored, or push our way to the entrance of the hall. Which meant we basically had one option, because the crowd likely wasnt going to bet bored until sunrise. Maddy. I started. I know, Drew! She snapped. Lets just get it over with! And so, we began our voyage. I was basically hugging my little sister from behind. Desperately cupping her crotch and tits, Maddy slowly took one step in front of her. We inched ahead, and I noticed all the males, holding their camera phones up in our faces, hungrily waiting for more. And they were about to get it. At first, no one from the crowd stepped forward. They waited for us to come to them. But all it took was for one little teenage creep to open the floodgates. I suspect he was a version of Brian from Emilys side. The little perv grabbed Maddys left wrist and pried it way from her rack. Her pink, puffy nipples were exposed again, this time, up close and personal. NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!!!! The kid yelped with glee. He put his camera right up to my sisters breasts. STOP! She yelled. He didnt listen, and neither did anyone else. I saw another hand reach forward and give Maddys left boob a little tap from the underside, causing it to jiggle around. And then, of course, multiple hands easily pulled her right wrist away and put her bald-as-a-baby vagina back on display. SOOOO SMOOOOOOOOOOTHE!! The kid said, capturing Maddys kitty on his camera. I knew she shaved! I heard Brian say. The crowd pinned both of Maddys arms away from her body. CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! FLASH! The cameras were sure not to miss out on the full frontal, butt naked shots of my sister. Hands began to find their way across her boobs, down her stomach, and close to her pussy. But the crowds greediness would thankfully be its downfall. As more and more men and boys in the back pushed forward to get a closer look, the mass essentially turned into a mosh pit. There was pushing and shoving and cursing. Phones and cameras dropped on the floor and the glass cracked as shoes and boots stepped on them. Maddy, we gotta go! I yelled into my sisters ears as chaos was unfolding. I pushed both of us forward and through the crowd and we were making headway, but would not make it through unscathed. Drew, hold on! Stop pushing! Maddy exclaimed as I tripped over someones foot and lost balance. The momentum carried both of forward and we crashed down to the ground. I contorted my body to avoid landing on top of Maddy for a second time. Ahhhhh!!!! Maddy cried out as she landed on her back with her legs spread eagle! Those smart enough to avoid the fighting were rewarded with an S tier money shot of Maddys flawless pussy, clit and all. Maddys friends, as well as Katie and Kelly, rushed over and threw coats over us. It again took us quite some time to stand back up. We quickly exited the reception hall into the hallway. Here! Katie said, pulling out the keys to the handcuffs. Kelly gave her a curious look. Maddy and Ara gave her a pissed off one. Katie ignored them and freed Maddys right wrist from the cuffs. Maddy instantly slapped Katie on the side of her head. FUCK YOU! Maddy screamed at her. Katie gave an awkward, shameful laugh, and then unhooked the left hand. Maddy and Ara scurried off. I was left standing there with only a coat. Jordan appeared and knowingly handed me his room key. He and Kenzie went off on their own. I looked at Katie and Kelly. They said nothing. I just shook my head, and made my way back to my room.

Maragana Girl by EC Chapter 1 - Kim's Arrest Kimberly Lee and her two friends from high school, Susan Taylor and Tiffany Walker, had been touring Western Europe for nearly a month when they decided to expand their explorations into Eastern Europe. They looked through their tour book, finally settling on visiting Prague and Budapest. Almost as an after-thought Tiffany suggested a side trip to another small country called the Grand Duchy of Upper Danubia. The three girls knew nothing about Upper Danubia, except for what they were able to learn from their tour-book. Apparently the country had a lot of architecture from the 19th Century and had not been heavily damaged during World War II. The local citizens were relatively friendly, and there were plenty of nature trails, parks, and very cheap restaurants. Best of all, the guidebook pointed out that Upper Danubia was known for having the world's lowest crime rate due to its unique justice system. Kim and the other two decided to go there for sure; it sounded like a really great place. They would visit the capitol Danubikt Mostk, and later spend a couple of days hiking at the Rika Chorna Reservoir before continuing on to Prague. As they waited for the train to take them from Amsterdam to Danubikt Mostk (or Danube City in English), Tiffany decided to buy some extra marijuana from her lover in Amsterdam. The three girls had taken full advantage of Europe's lax drug laws to smoke marijuana to their hearts' content. Amsterdam was so cool, to sit in cafes and get high! Kim, especially, had taken to smoking weed while in Amsterdam. She determined to have as much fun now before heading to college in the fall. Tiffany had turned Kim onto marijuana while they were still in high school, but now Kim was smoking it more than either of her two friends. Kim didn't realize it, but she was becoming addicted. Tiffany casually stuffed the bag of marijuana in Kim's backpack and the three boarded the train. "Don't smoke all of it, Kim" she joked, "we gotta make this last until we get to Prague." Fourteen hours later, the train arrived at the southern border of the Grand Duchy of Upper Danubia. It was obvious that Upper Danubia was not a particularly wealthy country, but everything seemed very clean and in good order. The train stopped as the border guards casually checked everyone's passports and pieces of luggage at random. The girls had a brief scare when a border guard checked Tiffany's backpack, but fortunately he skipped Kim's. The train pulled to the Danubian side of the border crossing and passed a hill topped by an imposing stone fortress full of cannons. The surrounding area contained gardens and memorial statues honoring a series of battles that took place in 1754. The young women thought about getting out and looking around, but decided against it. Suddenly, as the train started to move, Susan gasped and pointed out the window at a sight that was much more interesting than any war memorial: "Check it out! That guy's got no clothes on!" Sure enough, at the far end of the station platform there was a naked young man selling ice cream out of a push-cart. The three girls were amazed that no one around him seemed to think there was anything strange about a naked guy selling ice cream. A few passers-by casually glanced at him, but that was about it. Kim tried to get a closer look at him. He seemed to have something around his neck, like a dark-colored collar, but he was too far away for her to have a good look at him. The three girls now had something to discuss as the train completed the final part of the trip into the capital of Upper Danubia. Kim remembered that Upper Danubia had a reputation of being a traditionalist and conservative country, but obviously that wasn't true if guys could run around selling ice cream in the nude. Danube City was very different from the bustling European capitals Kim and her friends had visited previously. All of the architecture in the downtown area was at least 100 years old, and the buildings were very clean. There was no trash in the streets nor graffiti whatsoever. There were no private cars on the streets; only trolleys, trolleybuses, and bicycles. Kim remembered from the guidebook that only farmers and merchants were permitted to own vehicles, since the Grand Duchy's territory was small and its government didn't want it filled up with cars and parking lots. As a result of the restriction, the smoke and constant beeping of the other European capitals was totally absent from Danube City. The traffic moved very silently and orderly. Most of the citizens of Danube City were dressed in simple western-style clothing, except for a few women wearing traditional Danubian dresses. One detail they noticed immediately was that all of the city's women, old ones and young ones alike, had their hair carefully done up in tight braids wrapped around their heads. Children were dressed in standard school uniforms. Then there were the naked people. As the three Americans walked around, they noticed the occasional young man or young woman, working in a store or a restaurant, or riding a bicycle; moving about completely in the nude. All of the nude people looked like they were in their teens or 20's, and all of them were wearing metal collars. When they stopped at a cafe, their waiter was nude. The young man seemed very shy and nervous. He didn't seem like the sort who would be at ease being in public with nothing on, and in fact appeared quite depressed. Like all the other nude people Kim had seen in Danube City, he was wearing a metal collar. While her two friends admired the waiter's body and made jokes about him, Kim began to worry. There's something going on here with these nude people that we need to know about, she thought to herself. She badly wanted to ask the waiter what was up with his collar, but he didn't speak English and she did not speak any Danubian. At the end of the meal Tiffany got a bit drunk and slapped the waiter hard on the ass. He gave her a sad look, but otherwise did not react. By the end of their meal Kim wanted to smoke a joint. The urge was building up very quickly and soon the trio were looking for a place they could enjoy a good smoke in peace. They settled on the nature park behind Danube City's Temple of the Ancients. They found what seemed like a good spot, near a park bench in a picturesque spot that overlooked the East Danube River. Tiffany rolled a joint and passed it to Kim, then lit the end and held it until Kim was smoking. Kim sat back and relaxed, as she felt the mellow sensation slip through her body. Tiffany and Susan decided to run behind the bushes and pee, then they would take a few drags off Kim's joint before rolling another. It was a routine the three had gotten used to, and today would be another lazy, mellow afternoon... Suddenly Kim heard an angry woman's voice shouting in Danubian. She looked around and saw a young female Danubian cop standing only a few meters away from her. The cop was quite pretty, but had a very angry expression on her face. She was holding a service revolver in one hand and a radio transmitter in the other. Kim realized with horror what was happening, she was about to be arrested. When Kim tried to stand up the cop screamed in barely understandable English: "You! Maragana girl! You no move!" The cop punctuated her command by pulling the hammer back on her revolver and pointing it at Kim's head. At that moment the cop's partner showed up, holding a rifle. He pointed it directly at Kim. Tiffany and Susan came back a few seconds later, chattering in English. The male cop immediately pointed his rifle at them and started shouting at them in Danubian. They squealed with fright. The female cop, in her broken English, was the one who addressed them. "You tourist?" "Y... yes, we, we're tourists. F... from America." "You with girl?" The young cop pointed at Kim, who had her hands up and was shaking. Tiffany nodded in terror. The female cop then pointed at the ground about five meters away from the park bench. "You lay... lie! On tummy lie!" When Tiffany hesitated the cop pointed the revolver in her face. The three Americans scrambled to lie on the ground on their stomachs. Each in turn felt her hands being grabbed by the male cop and handcuffed. By this time several local residents were standing around watching the arrest. The two police officers chatted with the bystanders in Danubian, explaining that these tourists had been caught smoking marijuana, on this Sacred ground behind the Temple of the Ancients, no less. The male then reached in Kim's pocket and pulled out her passport. He thumbed through it and found what he was looking for. "Amsterdam", he read aloud. Two more police officers arrived, a man and a woman. The first female cop ordered the Americans to stand up and pointed at each of their three backpacks. "This one, who?" "It's mine," mumbled Susan. "... and this one, who?" "Mine," responded Tiffany. "... and this, you?" The cop looked at Kim. Kim sadly nodded her head. The two new cops pulled out three large plastic bags to put the backpacks in, while the two arresting officers emptied the contents of the girls' pockets into smaller evidence bags. One of the newcomers filled out labels for the bags while the female cop snapped a picture of the spot where the crime had taken place. As an afterthought she picked up Kim's joint from the ground to put in a separate evidence bag. With that the four cops loaded the three Americans and their backpacks into a van. Kim, Tiffany, and Susan were too stunned to be able to react to what was happening to them. After a short ride to the Central Police Station the van pulled to a stop in a courtyard. The police unloaded the backpacks and then pulled the Americans out of the van. Next to where the van was parked was a slightly raised circular cement platform. The police ordered Tiffany to stand in the middle of the platform, and Kim and Susan to kneel next to the platform, facing away from its center. The cop with the rifle pointed it at Tiffany while the young female officer took off her handcuffs. She pointed at the ground. "Costumes here, all!" Tiffany looked dumbfounded, not understanding the order. "YOU DO!!!" The officer once again pointed her revolver at Tiffany's head. Tiffany screamed, but then an older man in a dark suit put his hand on the cop's arm and forced her to lower the weapon. He spoke to Tiffany in an educated-sounding accent. "Young lady, you must undress, right away. You are now a prisoner of the Duchy, and you are not permitted clothing." Tiffany started to cry. "No, please." "It is our law, and you will obey. Take everything off and put it over here. If you do not, we shall punish you for insurrection." Kim was facing away from her friend, but she listened with horror to Tiffany's crying and the sound of clothing sliding off her body and falling to the ground. Then she heard the rustling of plastic as a guard picked up everything from the platform and stuffed it in a bag. Then she heard the click of handcuffs as Tiffany's hands were once again secured behind her back. Tiffany was guided to kneel next to Kim. Kim glanced over at her friend's bare body and teary face. Kim felt a hand grip her upper arm. The hand pulled her upward and helped the prisoner get on her feet. She could not bear to look at the officer helping her stand up. Kim felt the key enter her handcuffs and slide them off. With that the older man addressed her. "You, place your clothes on the cement. Remove your jewelry as well." Kim felt numb as she slowly worked to get her clothing off. She kicked off her shoes and slid her jeans over her feet. She dropped them on the cement with a dull clump. Next were her earrings and her necklace. A guard handed her a plastic bag to put them in. Kim then hesitated as she held her hands at the waist of her blouse. She held her breath as she pulled it up over her head, exposing her shoulders and breasts to the hot courtyard sun. The final item remaining was her panties. Slowly she slid them over her bottom and legs. She held onto them for just a second, hoping against hope that all this was somehow a nightmare and she would be waking up at any moment. A guard yanked Kim's panties out of her hand and pulled her arms behind her back. Kim found herself handcuffed and kneeling next to Tiffany, the hot sun shining on her breasts and thighs. The rustling of her items being placed in a plastic bag signaled the final loss of her clothing and of her status as a free American tourist. Kim knelt in numb horror as Susan undressed. Once Susan's clothes were off her body and bagged as well, the educated man shouted at his subordinates to get three carts to wheel the backpacks and other personal items to the examination rooms. Three male guards led the three young women across the courtyard into the identification room. The police uncuffed them one-by-one, and then fingerprinted and photographed them. Kim thought to herself in terror, my God, they're going to take pictures of us naked. Sure enough, Kim found herself standing in front of the camera with nothing on. The first shots were of her face; one from the front, one from the back, one from above her head looking down, one from each side, and two taken from different angles. Next came the full-body shots: hands at her side... facing the camera, facing away from the camera, facing left, facing right. Then another series of shots, this time with her hands behind her head and her legs spread: front, back, left, right. Kim watched intently at Tiffany and Susan were subjected to the same series of identification photos. In spite of her fear and depression, Kim was somewhat fascinated seeing her two friends forced to pose with their bodies fully exposed to both the camera and the cops standing around in the room. The police then handcuffed the three girls and separated Kim from the others. A guard led Kim to an interrogation room. Once in the room the guard locked the door and unlatched Kim's handcuffs. He led her to face a table where three very stern-looking officials, two men and an older woman, were sitting. Kim's backpack was placed on the floor in front of her, along with the plastic bags of her clothing and jewelry. The guard snapped at Kim in Danubian and tapped her body to force her to spread her legs and place her hands behind her head. Words could not describe the humiliation sweeping through the prisoner as she stood completely exposed, her arms and legs spread, in front of those three well-dressed officials and all those cops standing in the back of the room. It was apparent that only the woman spoke any English, since during the interrogation only she directly addressed Kim and translated for her two companions. "You are the American, Kimberly Lee?" "Y... yes ma'am." "And you were detained behind the Temple of the Ancients about two hours ago with two other Americans?" "Yes, ma'am." "Is this backpack your property, an item that you brought with you earlier today from Amsterdam?" "Yes... ma'am." "You shall understand that under our laws, you are solely responsible for the contents of the backpack you brought from Amsterdam. We shall now search your backpack." With that one of the male officials raised his hand. A guard opened up the backpack. The very first item he pulled out was a full sandwich bag of marijuana. He handed it to the three officials, who examined it and placed it on a scale. Kim nearly fainted. She had forgotten the group's entire stash of marijuana was being kept in her backpack. The three officials took notes as the guard emptied out the rest of the backpack. He found Tiffany's rolling paper and her marijuana pipe. He placed both items on the table in front of the officials. He found a colorful t-shirt with a marijuana emblem on it. Finally he pulled out Kim's traveling cash and placed it next to the bag of marijuana and the other items on the table. The panel looked over the items the cop had placed on the table, and talked quietly among themselves. One of the men talked to the woman, apparently giving her some instructions. Finally she addressed Kim: "Young lady, according to your passport you entered our country at 9:00 this morning. Unless you are able to present evidence to the contrary, this panel is convinced that you entered our territory with 432 grams of marijuana. This panel is also persuaded that the cash in your possession was raised from the sale of marijuana, either in this country or in the country from which you departed to come here." Kim felt like she was about to throw up. The spokeswoman continued. "At 13:30 hours this afternoon, two uniformed officers of the law and three common citizens witnessed you smoking marijuana in the Sacred Grounds behind the Temple of the Ancients. Do you deny smoking marijuana in that location at that time?" "No, ma'am, I don't deny that." "Are you aware that the Grand Duchy of Upper Danubia's legal system is separate and sovereign from that of the Netherlands and that all mind-altering substances are illegal here?" "Yes, ma'am, I understand that." "But you made a conscious decision to violate our laws by bringing marijuana into our country and smoking it. Is that true?" Kim sobbed. "Yes, ma'am, it's true." "And that you intended to raise income by selling and distributing marijuana in this country?" "No! please! That part isn't right! We just wanted to have enough in case we couldn't get any in Prague! Please! We weren't trying to sell it!" The woman picked up the bag of tightly packed marijuana and waved it up and down slightly. Her voice took on a very cold tone of skepticism. "400 grams? For personal use? This panel finds that hard to believe." "Ma'am! Please! We... " "That is quite enough from you! You can give your side of the story at your trial tomorrow. This panel will recommend that you face charges of importing marijuana into our territory, possession of marijuana with intent to distribute for illicit gain, use of marijuana in a public location, and violation of the Sanctity of the Ancients." The leader of the arraignment panel stood up and drew his fist across his chest, which was the Danubian way of saying "this meeting is concluded". One of the guards took Kim's wrists and handcuffed them together while another photographed the spread-out contents of her backpack. With that Kim was led down a long corridor to a medical examination room. The hallway was quite busy with cops, public officials, and ordinary citizens running back and forth. Most of the people in the hallway had never seen an Asian girl close-up before, so they carefully looked over Kim's body and face as they passed her. A group of schoolboys shouted something rude to Kim in Danubian, only to have the guard escorting the prisoner yell at them and make them scatter. Kim never felt so vulnerable in all her life, completely exposed in front of dozens of strangers and her hands cuffed behind her back. Far up ahead Kim thought she saw Tiffany and Susan being escorted together, but she only caught a brief glimpse of them. Kim was taken into a large medical exam room in the basement where an older doctor and a group of medical students were waiting for her. By this time she badly needed to pee, given she had not had the chance to go to the bathroom since before she was arrested. To make sure she had to pee, the doctor ordered her to drink a large glass of water. Then, in front of 20 medical students, he positioned Kim over a bedpan and ordered her to squat. It was obvious that he expected her to fill the bedpan in front of the students, all of whom were looking at her intently. The unhappy prisoner, in spite of the intense pressure in her bladder, simply could not open up in front of the class. The doctor shouted at her, but still she couldn't go. Kim started to cry. The doctor gave the prisoner a look of disgust. Finally he walked over to his desk and picked up a leather switch. He slashed it across her shoulder blades mercilessly. Kim screamed and lost her balance. She righted herself and shook with terror and utter humiliation as her bladder finally released its contents into the bedpan. While Kim silently stood in front of the medical students with tears running down her cheeks, the doctor conducted a series of tests on her urine, showing the results to the group. He put the test samples on an overhead projector, and repeated the word "maragana" over and over, which of course was Danubian for "marijuana". Apparently he was teaching the students how to test for drugs. He then ordered a student to divide up the contents of the bedpan into 20 lab dishes and passed out drug testing strips. 20 students dipped 20 testing strips into 20 samples of urine. All 20 strips tested positive. Kim's humiliation in front of the medical students was not over. The doctor ordered her to sit on an examination table. He drew four large needles of blood from Kim's arm and passed them to four of his students. The students then split up the blood among themselves to run tests on it. Over and over Kim heard the word "maragana" around the classroom. The students finally turned in their test kits and crowded around the examination table. For the next hour the students took turns measuring Kim's pulse and heartbeat, turning up her eyelids and shining lights into her eyes, shoving fingers and swabs into her mouth, and worst of all, forcing her to submit to several pap smears and rectal exams. Kim was a real-life drug user, something very rare in Upper Danubia. The doctor was not about to pass up this chance to give his class hands-on experience with examining and testing a subject for drug use. Finally the horror of Kim's medical demonstration passed. The doctor ordered her to shower in the bathroom adjacent to the examination room. There was no shower curtain, but it didn't matter. By now Kim was so broken emotionally that she didn't bother to object to showering in full view of 20 medical students. Kim left the shower and quietly allowed the guard to cuff her hands behind her back yet again, for yet another walk down the crowded police station corridor. With that the most horrible day of Kim's life came to an end. The guard opened the door of a tiny holding cell that contained nothing but a mattress with a medical bed sheet on top and a chamber-pot. Kim crawled onto the mattress and cried herself to sleep. Just 24 hours ago she had been sleeping on a train with her friends, and now here she was, naked and alone in a Danubian holding cell, cut off from everyone and everything she had ever known. Kim realized she was in a lot of trouble. Why... why did she go along with coming to this horrible country, not knowing anything about it? Why didn't she pay more attention to that voice inside her that was telling her something was very wrong about this place when she saw naked young people wearing collars on their necks? And what about Tiffany and Susan? What was happening to them? As she lay crying, trying to force herself to get to sleep, Kim would have been even more horrified to know that even as she was wondering about them, Tiffany and Susan already had left Danube City on a train headed for Prague. They had been released and expelled from Upper Danubia, partly because of extremely good luck, partly because of Danubian law, and also partly because of Tiffany's betrayal of her friend Kim. While Kim was standing before the arraignment panel, Tiffany and Susan had the good fortune to be placed in a holding cell together. It was only for a few minutes, but that gave Tiffany enough time to think of a strategy to get herself and Susan out of trouble at the expense of Kim. In a quiet panicky whisper she spoke to Susan. "Quick question, do you have anything in your backpack?" "Uh, no. I think I put it all in the bag that Kim took." "You don't have your pipe anymore?" "No, I lost it last week. Don't you remember?" "No paper?" "No, I gave it to you." "... and I put it in Kim's bag. So you don't have anything, nothing." "No, but what difference does that make? They got Kim... " "It makes a lot of difference, Susan, don't you get it? Now you listen to me and you listen good. No matter what they say or ask you, tell them you don't know what's in Kim's backpack, get it? You don't know. You didn't know she was smoking pot." "But we all were smoking pot." "No we weren't. Kim was smoking, you and I were taking a piss. We didn't know about the pot. You don't know shit about it." "But, what about Kim?" "Kim's fucked. There's nothing we can do about it. But if your backpack is clean and you stick to not knowing about Kim's stash, I think you and me can get out of this. My backpack is clean. I know that for a fact." "Mine is too, but we can't do that to Kim." "Oh we can't? I sure as hell can. Look, you saw how they treated us, you want to stay here in Nudie Prison?" Susan sobbed, "No." "Then you do what I tell you. You don't know shit. You're totally surprised. Never realized that Kim was capable of hauling pot. And one more thing. Don't mention anything about pot or Kim until they ask you. Don't bring it up yourself or they'll nail us." "But... " "Look! Do you want to stay here or not?" "No." "Then... " The cell door opened and Susan was pulled out to appear before the arraignment panel. Tiffany prayed that her friend wouldn't screw it up. In the end the prosecutor decided not to file any charges against Tiffany and Susan. He didn't believe they were innocent, but there was no evidence nor any witnesses to refute their claim that they knew nothing about the marijuana Kim had with her. Their stories matched, so in the end the prosecutor simply decided to order them out of Upper Danubia and prohibit them from ever returning. Instead he would concentrate on charging Kim and try to get a maximum sentence for her. Tiffany and Susan felt hugely relieved as they got dressed and were taken to the train station in the police van. When they got their passports back they opened them up to the latest stamp. In English, German, and Danubian it read: Bearer of this passport is strictly prohibited from entering the territory of The Grand Duchy of Upper Danubia under any circumstances during this lifetime. No problem with that for either Tiffany or Susan. Neither had any intention of ever coming back. Chapter 2 - Kim's first punishment Kim was emotionally drained the following morning. She kept on hoping everything was somehow an awful nightmare and at some point she would wake up. She used the chamber-pot and then sat sadly on her mattress wondering what horrible things would be done to her today. That panel the day before had mentioned a trial. The cell door opened. A guard cuffed Kim's hands behind her back and led her down the long corridor, which once again was filled with people. Once again dozens of eyes looked over Kim's exposed body as she was led down the hallway. The guard took her up two flights of stairs to the reception area of a small office. He then forced Kim into a kneeling position in front of two young secretaries and left her there. The secretaries quietly talked to each other about the young American prisoner as she silently knelt in front of them. The two Danubians didn't do or say anything to deliberately humiliate Kim, but the embarrassment of having to kneel handcuffed and naked in front of two women her own age and be the subject of their discussion was overwhelming. After about five minutes the door of the main office opened. A well-dressed middle-aged man appeared. He had a quiet, determined appearance about him, and an expression that was kinder than the expression of anyone else Kim had talked to since her arrest. "You are Kimberly Lee, the American?" "Yes sir." "Very Well. My name is Vladim Dukov. Allow me to assist you." With that the man pulled out a key and unhooked Kim's handcuffs. He helped her stand up. "Let us go to my office." A secretary entered ahead of them and spread a small towel on a padded chair facing a large desk. Next to the chair was a small table with some breakfast rolls, a jar of jam, several pieces of fruit, and a pot of tea. Kim suddenly remembered she had not eaten for nearly 24 hours and looked longingly at the food. "That food is for you. Please. Sit and eat." The Danubian official sat quietly watching Kim while she ate. Once the prisoner had eaten the majority of the food on her table Dukov remarked: "A man does not think well on an empty stomach. Is that not true for a woman as well, Kimberly?" "Y... Yes sir, that's true. Thank you, sir." "Good. Now pour yourself some tea and we can discuss what you must confront today." Once Kim poured the tea the Danubian official spoke again. "As I stated before, my name is Vladim Dukov. My title is translated as 'Spokesman for the Criminal', although you might understand it better if I told you I am a public defense council and parole officer. Under our law there is a difference, but you need not be bothered with that detail right now. However, you will understand that under the laws and protocol of my country, my colleagues and I must be referred to under our title 'Spokesman', or "Spokeswoman', as appropriate. The title in Danubian is 'Advokakt' or 'Advokaktna'." "Sir, uh... Spokesman, you're going to defend me... like, in court?" "In a matter of speaking I will defend you, in court. My responsibility to you is to explain to the judge any circumstances or facts that contradict the arguments presented by the prosecutor. Any facts that contradict the statements made by the prosecutor must be considered by the judge. It also is my responsibility to present any facts in court that would promote leniency in your sentence. You, Kimberly, have a difficult, but very interesting case." Kim fought back the urge to cry. "Sir, Spokesman, uh... Mr. Dukov, I was just smoking a joint! That's all I was doing! It was just some pot, that we got in Amsterdam!" "Kimberly, please. First of all, allow me to ask you: are we in Amsterdam right now? Do you think this country is part of the Netherlands?" "No... no Spokesman Dukov. It's not the Netherlands." "You are correct, this is not the Netherlands. The Dutch can do as they see fit. If they choose to destroy themselves with drugs, so be it. We, the citizens of the Grand Duchy, have chosen a different path for our society. All drug use is severely punished. Now, young lady, another question for you. Where were you smoking your 'pot' as you say it?" "In the park behind the old temple." "That is your second problem. That land is not 'just a park'. It is the Sacred Ground of the Guardian Spirits, the spirits of the ancestors who have protected our land for 5,000 years. You defiled our country's ancestors by choosing that location to commit your crime." "Sir... uh, Spokesman Dukov... I didn't know." "Yes... yes. You are an ignorant foreigner, how could you know? You Americans do not know very much, do you?" Kim's heart sank. Even her defense attorney was disgusted by her actions. "You have a much bigger problem, Kimberly. There were 432 grams of marijuana stored in your personal backpack. That is a significant amount." "Spokesman, it belonged to all three of us, and Tiff's boyfriend. But we weren't selling it, honest. We just wanted to make sure we didn't run out before we got back to Amsterdam." "We, meaning..." "Me, Tiffany, and Susan." Dukov's expression changed slightly at Kim's last comment. She noticed him looking intensely into her eyes, as though trying to gauge how honest she was being with him. "So, that marijuana belonged to all of you." "Yes, Spokesman." "Who conducted the purchase of the marijuana, in Amsterdam?" "Tiffany, Spokesman... uh, actually it was her boyfriend." Again Dukov looked hard into Kim's eyes, as she returned his stare with a puzzled expression. Dukov's demeanor suddenly became very irritated. He quickly picked up the phone, dialed, and started talking rapidly in Danubian. Kim made out the words "amerikanki", "pasporti", "Tiffany", "Susan", "Amsterdam", and "maragana". The Spokesman made another call, waited impatiently, and then spoke a few lines in Danubian. His tone of voice became very exasperated as he snapped: "Nad Pragu?! Yak onetta idalak nad Pragu?!" After he angrily hung up, Dukov called in his two secretaries and issued several orders. He then wrote a series of notes. Finally he calmed down, folded his hands and addressed Kim again. "Kimberly, you must understand the facts of the charges against you before we enter the courtroom. I will make no effort to refute that you were smoking marijuana behind the Temple. That fact is indisputable and for that you will be sentenced and punished. Also, a city police officer retrieved 432 grams of marijuana from a backpack that you acknowledged belongs to you. You acknowledge that you knew that marijuana was present in the backpack when you entered the Duchy. That fact is also indisputable and for it you will be sentenced and punished. However, I will challenge the other charges. I also will tell you the prosecutor has behaved irresponsibly in this case, and I will discuss his failings in court. On your behalf I will attempt to use the prosecutor's failings to seek leniency for you." "Spokesman, what... " One of Dukov's secretaries entered at that moment with several folders. Dukov took them and turned to Kim. "That is enough, Miss Lee. Now you must clean up and prepare yourself for trial. The criminals' bathroom is over there. You must shower. There is an unused toothbrush on the sink. Use it." Once Kim was cleaned up she wrapped her hair in a towel and her body in another towel. She entered Dukov's office, expecting that he would have some clothes ready for her to change into before they left for the courtroom. Instead Dukov looked up at Kim with a very irritated expression. "Remove those towels. Immediately." "Spokesman... " "It is prohibited. You are violating your status as a prisoner of the Duchy. You may not cover your body." Kim gasped as she let the towels fall to the floor. "Sir, what about my court appearance? I can't... " "You will be naked at your trial, Kimberly. That is the custom in our country. It has been that way for over 1,000 years. You shamed yourself by choosing to commit a crime on our soil, and that shame will be there for the world to see." The naked people! The ones with the collars! So there was the answer to Kim's question, they were convicted criminals! And she was about to go on trial... and be convicted! "Oh my God... Spokesman... Mr. Dukov... please, I can't... " "Kimberly, that is enough from you. You are now a prisoner of the Duchy. You face conviction on two charges, and possibly more. This reality is now your life, and you must accept it. I will seek leniency, but I cannot change the fact that you violated our laws and must now face the consequences." One of the secretaries poked her head through the door to tell her boss that the court guard had arrived to take Kim to her trial. "Kimberly, you must now kneel and present yourself to the guard. When he takes you to the courtroom, Tatiana and I will accompany you." With that the guard handcuffed Kim and led her out of the police station. The courthouse was on the other side of a large plaza. Kim felt sick as the guard led her across the open area and dozens of passersby stared at her in the open sunlight. Alongside her walked Dukov and his secretary Tatiana. About halfway across the plaza Kim had a slight shock, she ran into the naked waiter from the restaurant where she had eaten the previous day. He stared at her in amazement, wondering what she had done to be going on trial, just 24 hours after she had been a customer at his restaurant. The guard led Kim into an ornate 19th Century courthouse and into a huge chamber full of police officers, medical students, law students, reporters, cameramen, and various witnesses. Kim recognized the onlookers who had been present at her arrest, as well as the doctor and his 20 students who had analyzed her urine and blood. The three members of the arraignment panel were sitting near the judge's chair towards the front of the chamber, as were the cops who had arrested Kim and searched her belongings. There must have been at least 200 people in the room altogether. About 5 meters in front of the judge's chair there was a raised platform. Kim rightly assumed that once the trial began she would be ordered to stand on it. The guard led Kim to a worn spot in the ornate carpet covering the floor about halfway between the back door of the chamber and the platform. He unhooked her handcuffs and ordered her to kneel. Dukov stood next to her, holding several folders in his hands. Kim looked around. To her horror she noticed two television cameras pointing in her direction. Several reporters flashed their cameras at her. It was obvious this trial was going to be a sensation, because Kim was an American. Dukov swallowed and cleared his throat. Kim could tell that he was somewhat nervous. He had not expected the trial to draw so much public interest. He bent down and spoke to her: "Kimberly, when the judge comes in everyone will stand and salute him, except you. You must kneel forward and put your forehead to the carpet. You will stay that way until the judge orders you to step forward. You will climb the platform and assume the prisoner's stance. That means you must stand with your legs spread and your hands behind your head. No matter who else is talking, you must remain in that position, facing the judge. I will translate anything you need to know or any answers you need to provide the court." Kim nodded and choked back her tears. She couldn't believe this! It just kept getting worse and worse! The only shred of hope she clung to was her no-nonsense defense attorney, who seemed genuinely interested in helping her as much as possible. The judge entered the chamber. The entire room shouted "Doc-doc Danube!" and everyone put their right fist against their left shoulder, the Danubian way of saluting a public official. As instructed Kim knelt forward and placed her hands on the worn carpet, her forehead touching the ground. She felt the cool air of the courtroom blowing against her exposed vagina and bottom. The tears rolled down the bridge of her nose and onto the carpet. Kim heard the prosecutor's voice as he read the charges against her. Then she heard the judge's voice and Dukov's response. The Spokesman tapped his client's shoulder and pointed at the platform. Kim walked to it and climbed the steps, finding herself standing about a meter and a half above the ground. Reluctantly she spread her legs and put her hands behind her head. Four spotlights shined on her from different directions. She heard the murmurings of the spectators and saw the flashes of reporters' cameras. At first the only people speaking were witnesses for the prosecution. The female cop who made the initial arrest and her partner spoke first, followed by other witnesses from the Temple area. Then came testimony from the police doctor and three of his students. Finally the arraignment tribunal members spoke, the woman holding up the damning bag of marijuana and Kim's t-shirt with the marijuana insignia. The prosecutor seemed quite smug and at ease with his case, while Dukov stood quietly scribbling furiously into a notepad. After two hours, Kim's body was starting to cramp badly, and she wondered how much longer she could stay in her position. Just as Kim felt like she was going to faint, the judge stood up. Suddenly Dukov whispered desperately "Kimberly! Quick! You must kneel!" Kim just made it to the platform on her knees when the entire room exploded with "Doc-doc Danube!" Dukov ordered Kim to get up and passed her a glass of water. Kim felt despair that Dukov had not yet said anything to contradict the witnesses, but she drank and tried to regain her composure. "Spokesman... Mr. Dukov... how come you're not saying anything?" "Kimberly, those witnesses are telling the truth as they saw it. I am not here to refute the truth. I am here to confront the prosecutor's mistakes." "What mistakes, Spokesman?" "The two most important witnesses are missing, your two friends. They left the country last night. It is quite unfair you should go on trial and they should not." "What!? They were released? But, why them and not me?" "Because they told the arraignment panel the same story; they knew nothing about the marijuana you were carrying." "But, but it was Tiffany who bought it! She... she was the one who put it in my backpack!" "That is the folly of the prosecutor. He released her and your other friend based on her statement, and did not talk to you first." Suddenly Kim felt even sicker. Tiffany and Susan had left her! They lied to the Danubian police, just to save themselves at her expense! No wonder she was facing charges as a drug trafficker! "I was very angry when I found out your friends had been released," continued Dukov, "very angry indeed, because I was unable to talk to them about you. Neither the prosecutor nor the arraignment panel consulted with me about your friends. If they claimed you were the only one carrying the drugs and then were allowed to leave, I needed to know." "They actually said that I was the only one?" "What they claimed was they did not know what was in your backpack, and that neither of them knew you smoked marijuana. That they were very surprised." "No! They couldn't have done that! We're friends!" "Well, the fact remains, you are here on trial and they, by now, are in Prague. How else do you think they made it out?" Kim felt like she had been punched in the chest. She had known Tiffany and Susan since middle school. They had spent the last five years together constantly. She had shared things with them that she never could share with anyone else. And now they had done this to her! Kim sat crying while Dukov reviewed his notes. "Doc-doc Danube!" Kim scrambled to get into her kneeling position on top of her platform as the rest of the room saluted the judge. The judge read over some procedural issues and then ordered his client to stand. Dukov relayed the order in English and Kim resumed her position on top of the platform, legs apart and hands behind her head. The judge then called the Spokesman for the Criminal to speak up on her behalf. Dukov spoke at length, consulting his notes and several folders. Kim heard the words Tiffany, Susan, and Amsterdam mentioned over and over. The crowd started to murmur, and out of the corner of her eye she could see both the prosecutor and the arraignment panel fidget uncomfortably. The judge asked the prosecutor several questions, which he answered sullenly. The judge did not appear satisfied with the prosecutor's responses, and shook his head. The judge then looked at Kim and directed a question at her. Dukov translated. "They are about to pronounce the sentence. He wants to know if you have anything to say to the court. If you do, get on your knees before you speak." Kim did have something to say. She knelt and spoke in English: "Your Honor, the only thing I have to say to this court and to the people of this city, is that I am very sorry for what I did behind the Temple. I have insulted your ancestors and I ask you and them to forgive me." After Dukov translated there was a murmur of approval from the audience, at least this ignorant foreigner was willing to recognize her mistakes. The judge made some notes and finally pronounced the verdict, which Dukov translated. Due to the negligence of the prosecutor and the premature release of Tiffany and Susan, the court was unable to convict Kim of drug trafficking. As expected, Kim was found guilty of possession of marijuana and the public use of marijuana. However, the judge surprised the entire court by declaring Kim innocent of violation of the Sanctity of the Ancients. "She has sought the forgiveness of the Ancients, and I believe that request was sincere. For that trespass she repented, and the Ancients will hear that request." Dukov was enormously pleased when he heard Kim's sentence, while the prosecutor tightened his lips in disgust. For a drug conviction in Upper Danubia it was extremely lenient. "Item One: The American Kimberly Lee will wear the criminal's collar for two years. The collar will identify her as a criminal, monitor her movements, and alert the police should she try to leave this city. For the next two years the American Kimberly Lee is prohibited from traveling more than 10 kilometers from this courthouse." "Item Two: For the duration of her sentence the American Kimberly Lee is prohibited from covering any part of her body with any article of clothing. She has disgraced herself and our city with her actions, and the American Kimberly Lee's disgrace will be shown to the world as a result of this sentence." "Item Three: Finally, the American Kimberly Lee will receive four vigorous punishments on the naked buttocks with a standard leather switch. One of the punishments will be given in this chamber immediately at the closing of this hearing, the others will be given on this date in the Central Police Station six months from now, 12 months from now, and 18 months from now. The arresting officer will administer all four punishments." Kim gasped as Dukov translated the court's punishment to her. When he noticed her horrified expression he tried to reassure her. "Kimberly, this sentence is very lenient, almost nothing. Under our laws you could have been sentenced to five years of wearing the collar, plus a switching every three months for the possession charge. Had you been convicted of drug trafficking, you would have received 20 years, plus the switch every 30 days." Two years of wearing a collar? Two years in the nude? Four "vigorous punishments on the naked buttocks"? That was lenient? No wonder Upper Danubia has no crime, thought Kim to herself. "Kimberly, you are now convicted and sentenced. You must come down and kneel before the judge's table." Once Kim was kneeling on the floor, the judge issued another command. A man in a white doctor's gown walked up to Kim and put a measuring tape around her neck. He checked the pulse of her jugular vein and wrote down the measurement from the tape. He left and shortly returned with a device that looked something like an enormous pair of salad tongs. He slipped the tong-device over Kim's head and closed it around her neck. He checked to make sure the device would not pinch the criminal's skin, and then clamped it shut. There was a faint hiss and a dull click. When the man opened the device and moved it away, Kim had a criminal's collar around her neck. The collar would be the only item she would be permitted to wear for the next two years. She now was marked as a convicted criminal by a collar that was virtually indestructible. Kim's hand involuntarily went to her neck. She fingered the collar, the cruel item that now set her apart from who she had been before her arrest. The uncompromising feel of the cold metal on her neck echoed Dukov's words earlier in the morning: "This reality is now your life, and you must accept it." The final part of Criminal # 98945's appearance in court was to be a "vigorous punishment by a standard leather switch" on her exposed bottom. Several court attendants opened the sides of the prisoner's trial platform and collapsed it, revealing a very solidly built table. The table had several straps attached to its top and legs. Kim glanced over at it in terror. Momentarily she would be bent over that table, with her arms and legs immobilized by those straps. Dukov spoke again to the judge, who answered and nodded. The Spokesman then turned to his client. "Kimberly, I managed to reduce the number of corporal punishments you will receive to four, but right now you must submit to one of those punishments." "Yes... Spokesman Dukov" "I will explain to you what will happen. The officer who arrested you will strike you with a leather switch. You will receive 50 strokes. Usually those strokes are concentrated on the criminal's bottom, but the officer also has the right to punish the criminal's thighs or shoulders. I will witness the switching. If I believe you risk injury I can order the officer to redirect the punishment to some other part of your body. That is the only way I may assist you. I am not allowed to order the officer to reduce the severity or number of strokes." Kim sobbed and nodded. "You must understand that the arresting officer is the one who decides most of the details of your punishment. She can take as long as she wants to administer the 50 strokes, she may humiliate you, and she is allowed to touch you where she pleases. My only authority is to prevent any serious injury." Kim shook with terror. Perhaps Dukov had gotten his client leniency by reducing the number of times she would have to face the switch, but that would not make the remaining switchings any less painful. The Spokesman continued: "The judge will ask the officer if she is ready to administer your punishment. She will say yes, and once she does, I will bring you to her. She will touch your shoulder with the switch. That is the signal you must kneel before her and kiss the toes of her shoes. Once you have done that, I will release custody of you to her. Then she and her partner will strap you to the table and she will whip you. What happens after that is entirely up to the officer, as long as I do not think you risk injury." Kim remained silent. "Kimberly, do you understand all that?" "Yes Spokesman." "Once you have received your 50th stroke, the officer will undo your straps and order you to stand up. She will bring you before the judge and present your backside for him to verify that the punishment was properly administered. Once he certifies the punishment was properly administered, you will kneel before the officer and thank her for disciplining you. Once you have done that, she will release you back into my custody." Kim nodded. She looked up at the officer and her partner. The Danubian woman's eyes shined with anticipation. She had a wicked smile on her face. This was her big chance, the public punishment of the first American in Upper Danubia in over three years, and the punishment of the first Asian girl ever. Oh yes... she would show this spoiled little rich drug-using American a thing or two. The cop and her partner stood at attention before the judge. The judge raised his hand and the two officers shouted "Doc-doc Danube!" at they moved their right fists to their left shoulders in salute of the official. The face of the young Danubian cop was bursting with enthusiasm. The judge asked the cop if she was ready to administer the sentence. The cop responded by pulling the switch from her belt and slashing viciously through the air. "Doc!" With that Dukov took his client's arm and guided her over to where the two police officers were standing. He and the female cop stood face-to-face and saluted each other. He stepped back and the cop stepped directly in front of Kim. She had a truly wicked smile on her face and cruel look in her eyes. She touched the criminal's shoulder with her switch. As directed Kim knelt and kissed the officer's shoes. The officer then tapped her shoulder with the switch to signal that she needed to stand up. Again the officer looked into Kim's eyes with her evil expression. She flexed the switch in her hands. "Now I hurt you, Maragana Girl. Now I much hurt you. You much cry." Kim was more terrified than ever, but suddenly she felt a strong desire to not give that bitchy cop what she wanted. There was something about the cop's sadistic behavior and terrible English that irritated Kim, something that made her want to fight and resist as much as possible. I will not 'much cry', thought Kim to herself, no, I won't give her the satisfaction. The two cops took the criminal's arms and guided her over the platform. They buckled the straps that immobilized Kim's wrists, and then secured her waist and ankles. Kim closed her eyes and tried to nerve herself for the ordeal that lay ahead. The cop did not begin the switching right away. She was fascinated by the soft brown skin of Criminal # 98945's exposed bottom. The two cops ran their hands over Kim's bottom-cheeks and up and down her thighs. The female reached between Kim's legs to fondle her vagina, then she stepped back to let her partner explore that part of her. The female then pressed her hands to Kim's bottom and forced her bottom-cheeks apart. The two cops took a good long look at the American's exposed bottom-hole. Kim looked over at Dukov. He was not pleased by the cops' treatment of his client, but there was nothing he could do about it. Because he had formally released custody of Criminal # 98945, the cops were perfectly within their rights fondling and humiliating her. Finally the initial part of Kim's punishment ended when the cops grew tired of exploring and fondling her body. The female cop put her face close to the American's and whispered into her ear: "Maragana Girl, you now much cry." The female stepped behind Kim, moved to her side, tapped her bottom lightly with the switch, and laid a vicious stroke across her bottom. Instantly the pain seared into Kim's body and rapidly intensified. Criminal # 98945 gasped and gritted her teeth, but managed to suppress a scream. She breathed heavily, but stayed quiet. The cop was surprised. She had struck the American with one of her best strokes but did not receive the scream she had anticipated. The American was resisting! The female cop traced the rising welt marking the foreigner's bottom with her fingertips. She then stepped back and delivered another vicious blow, immediately beneath the first welt. The girl's entire body shook and she was breathing hard, but still she managed to stay quiet. The cop struck a third time, and a fourth. Kim bit her lip hard and the tears were rolling down her cheeks, but still, she had managed to stay quiet. The cop was both irritated and embarrassed that Kim was resisting her. She had been under the impression that the foreign drug addict was a weakling and that the slightest touch of the leather would set her off screaming uncontrollably. Instead the "Maragana Girl" was holding up very well, as well as any Danubian criminal. The cop struck again, and then decided to change tactics. In rapid succession the cop laid five vicious strokes on the criminal's right bottom cheek, then five vicious strokes on her left bottom cheek, concentrating the full force of the switch on one bottom-cheek at a time. As the pain mounted Kim's face became discolored with pain and her expression distorted from the agony she was enduring. Her entire world was reduced to the savage sensations coming from her exposed bottom, but her hatred of that cop and her determination to resist drove her to stay silent. Kim pressed her forehead against the surface of the table in an effort to suppress her screams. Her loud breathing and shaking body indicated that she truly was suffering, but still she managed to resist. The majority of the court bystanders now sympathized with Kim. The young criminal's simple and heartfelt apology for the Temple incident warmed many hearts to her, and her determination to resist her punishment only increased her audience's liking of her. Kim did not realize it, but already, on the very first day of her sentence, she was well on her way to thinking like a Danubian. Ultimately, however, everyone in the courtroom knew that at some point Kim would have to break. She had received only 15 strokes out of 50, and the cop had all the time in the world maximize the effect of the remaining 35. She could continue to rub and fondle Kim as much as she wanted. Kim would break, it was just a matter of when. The cop decided to change her tactics yet again and laid a series of 10 strokes across both of Kim's bottom-cheeks, waiting a full minute between each one. The cop waited patiently for the mounting pain and exhaustion to wear down Kim's resistance. Kim was shaking violently and quietly groaning. The cop smiled slightly. She was close. Once again the cop stopped to fondle Kim's badly marked bottom and allow the most recent welts to rise. The press photographers present zoomed their lenses on Kim's backside, to get close-ups of the first Asian bottom ever to be punished in Upper Danubia. The cop resumed with her slow succession of blows, laying several across Kim's already punished bottom and causing ugly blood blisters to form. At that point Dukov moved in closer to watch, to make sure the cop did not break his client's skin. The cop proceeded to whip the upper parts of Kim's thighs. Then she struck hard at the base of her bottom three times. Kim's resistance broke at the landing of the third stroke in that sensitive spot. She screamed loudly and collapsed into a series of violent sobs. Once her resistance broke, she was quite loud during the remaining part of her punishment. She screamed every time the switch landed, and sobbed violently in between the strokes Kim was in too much agony to realize it, but she had gained the respect of everyone in the room, including the punishing officer. The cop had not managed to get the American to cry until the 33rd stroke, which was far better than most Danubian criminals, men or women. After the 45th stroke Dukov raised his hand. There was no way that Kim's bottom could take any additional strokes without risking the skin being broken. Dukov pointed to Kim's shoulders. The cop would have to finish on Kim's shoulders. Kim screamed five times, as five vicious parallel strokes marked her shoulder blades. After the fifth stripe was laid across his client's shoulders. Dukov again raised his hand. The cop turned to her partner who verified that yes, indeed, the last stroke was the 50th and Kim had completed this part of her punishment. For a minute the two cops left the sobbing American in place, but finally they unbuckled Kim's leg and wrist restraints. Kim buried her face in her hands and continued to cry, remaining bent over the table. The pain in her body seemed to be getting worse, even though the punishment had ended. Kim couldn't believe that a punishment could hurt like this. Finally Dukov walked up to Kim and laid his hand on her arm. "Kimberly, you must stand up now. The policewoman will present you to the judge, and then you must thank her for punishing you." Kim struggled to get up. The cop grabbed her arm and took her before the judge. Again she saluted the judge and then forced Kim to turn around to show him the American's badly marked backside. The judge nodded and signed the punishment certificate. Kim was still crying, but slowly regaining her composure. "Kimberly, one final thing before the policewoman releases you back to me. You must kneel before her, kiss her shoes, and thank her for punishing you." "W... what d... do I need... to say... to tell her?" "In Danubian?" "Yes Spokesman." "Spakeebo dakub moigu." Kim repeated "Spakeebo dаkub moigu." "Not bad. It can be understood." With that Kim knelt before the officer and again kissed her shoes. She raised her head and repeated, "Spakeebo dakub moigu". The female cop again touched her switch to Kim's shoulder, to indicate that her punishment had ended. Dukov and the cop saluted each other and with that Criminal # 98945 was released back into the custody of her Spokesman. The judge then clapped his hands. Dukov again lead his client to a kneeling position in front of the court. The judge had a few final words for Kim, which were translated by Dukov. "Criminal # 98945, you are released from this courtroom to begin your sentence as a convicted criminal and identified drug user. As such you have many obligations, which your Spokesman will explain to you. You are reminded that you may not travel more than 10 kilometers from this court. If you do an alarm in your collar will be set off and you will serve a full five-year sentence for marijuana possession. All roads and streets beyond 10 kilometers are clearly marked with yellow warning signs, so you have no excuse for claiming you do not know where the boundary is located." "Yes, your Honor, I understand." "Within 48 hours you must return to this court with a certification of gainful employment. Your position as a criminal restricts what you may do. You must accept employment that maximizes the exposure of your body to the public. Any outdoor employment is suitable, as would be retail sales or customer service. Examples of jobs not suitable are indoor positions such as working as a typist or stockroom attendant. Your Spokesman is responsible for helping you find suitable employment." "Yes, your Honor, I understand." "Finally, you are responsible for reporting to the Central Police Station on this day six months from now for the second of your four corporal punishments. The conditions and severity of the next corporal punishment will be the same as the conditions and severity you endured today." "Yes, your Honor. I... understand." With that the court was adjourned. Once again came the shout "Doc-doc Danube!" Once again everyone's right hand thumped against their left shoulder. Everyone, that was, except for Kim. As a criminal, she was denied the right to salute. Instead, she dropped to the floor on her elbows and knees, touching her forehead to the ground. There was one final indignity waiting for Kim at the courthouse. Immediately following her switching, she had to pose for a series of photos for her official sentencing certificate. The certificate included two photos of the criminal's face, now complete with her collar, and three shots of her body, with her welts on prominent display. Criminal # 98945 sadly turned around for the camera, her spirit totally broken.

My Wife at The Stage in Okinawa 1997 by elecombc My wife's decision to go back to The Stage turned out to be punishing one. Over the next six months, my wife talked to me about the night she stripped and got fingered by the audience at The Stage from time to time. She told me how crazy it was for her but she was still baffled as to how she just happened to be dancing on the night that there were so many American servicemen there. She also didn’t understand how she could have chosen the same exact night that so many of the men in the audience knew her. She never realized that word had gotten around that she was going to be dancing at The Stage on that night. As I knew that we would not be living in Okinawa forever, and probably only three years, I was going to try to get Ava to fulfill all of the once-in-a-lifetime sexual fantasies for me before we were going to have to leave Okinawa. You see, my wife is not an exhibitionist and is only daring in public if she thinks that she will not be seen or recognized by anyone. I thought that Okinawa would probably be the only place that we were going to live where we could go into the local community and nobody would recognize her since we did not know any Okinawan people. So, if I could convince her again that she would probably not be recognized, then she would probably do another fantasy for me. Sometimes, we would pretend that she was on stage again and I would finger her like I was one of the guys in the audience. Ava certainly went through a lot of wild and crazy things that night but sometimes we would talk about the what-if scenarios that could have happened that night. What did happen was that I was able to see thirty to forty guys watch my wife strip naked and then spread her legs wide open on the stage and then watch her have to lay in front of each guy on the front row and let them finger her and two guys actually got to have sex with her on stage. I would often think to myself how it could have possibly been any more erotic or exciting. Almost a year had gone by now and I told her that I was thinking about how that night could have gone any more erotic. She told me that she didn’t think that it could have gone any wilder. She came to me a while later and told me that she actually had a fantasy to be blindfolded and then touched by a stranger without knowing who it is. I told her that it was too bad that she did not mention that prior to her performance at The Stage because we probably could have worked that into her routine. She that it was too bad because that was a once-in-a-lifetime night. I asked her why would it have to be once in a lifetime if it was a fantasy for her and we were only going to be in that foreign country for a short time. I told her that maybe we could fulfill that fantasy at The Stage. He laughed but then realized that I was serious. So, in a joking way, we started thinking of a scenario and tried to role-play how it would go. We thought about how she could dance blindfolded but that didn’t work out obviously because she would not know where she’s dancing to. The only way that we thought that it could happen is if she were to sit or kneel or lay down on the stage blindfolded as she would be getting fingered. We really didn’t come up with any great ideas because we had the problem of how is it that guys are going to get close to her on the stage. Would they have to actually walk up on stage and then back down? That did not seem like a good idea because we didn’t think that most guys would want to be up in front of everyone else. The next idea we had was if she were to lay on the edge of the stage blindfolded and the guys would walk up to the stage one at a time and take turns. Ava said that that would be almost exactly like happened before except instead of her getting up and down and moving from guy to guy, she would just be laying in one place and the guys would be moving to her. Ava actually got aroused just by us talking about the scenario with her laying on the stage blindfolded with guys coming up to the stage and fingering her. We then tried to figure out how she was going to actually get onto the stage blindfolded in the first place without seeing the audience. I said maybe you can have two other dancers help you come out onto the stage. She thought that could be possible but sounded kind of awkward. I was thinking that she would probably have to come on stage naked because it would be difficult to strip while blindfolded. I also had the idea that since there had never been a blindfolded woman show there at The Stage, the manager should advertise it as a special blindfolded show. As all of this fantasy talk was fun and erotic, I really thought that it was just talk. I never realized that Ava was actually taking it seriously and planning for real. About a month before my birthday, she asked me during our sex talk if I had contacted the stage manager yet and I was baffled. I said to her, “I thought you were just having pillow talk.” She said, “Don’t you want it?” I told her, “Of course I want it!” She said, “Well, I have just told you that I'm up for one more fantasy birthday present for you. So, are you going to contact the manager and ask him?” I said, “Of course, I will call him first thing tomorrow.” I asked her what her limitations were for this fantasy and she said that the only new thing that she wanted to try was to be blindfolded. She told me that she didn’t want to have any idea who was there watching or touching her. I asked her if that was all and she said yes. Now I was really thinking about what I could get away with for that night as per her instructions. She said that the only “new” thing that she wanted to try was to be blindfolded. I thought to myself all of the things that she had already done at The Stage last time. She had stripped naked, got fingered, and gotten fucked by two guys. So now if she were to be blindfolded and naked, fingered, and fucked, then the only new thing would be her getting blindfolded. So, I set out to accomplish all of those things. I thought about maybe having some kind of a mock gynecology appointment where the audience could pretend to be her doctors and everyone could give her a pelvic exam with her in the stirrups. I liked the idea but thought it might be hard to pull off. Then I thought about how Japanese people like bondage and maybe I could work out some kind of way that Ava could be tied on stage with her legs open. I called the manager the next day and asked him if he remembered us and of course, he said he did and he asked if Ava would perform on the stage again. I said yes but this time she wanted to be blindfolded the entire time. The manager sounded confused but I said that she did not want to know who was in the audience at all. He told me that he did not know if this was going to be possible and would call me back. Two days later, he called me back and ran a scenario by me to see if it was in line with what we were wanting to do. He asked me if Ava was into bondage at all and I told him that she had never done anything like that before but she had specifically told me that any plan I come up with is okay with her as long as she is blindfolded. He said that his idea was to have Ava go on the stage blindfolded and then have a member of the audience come up on stage and take off all of her clothes. Then he would help her to lay on the edge of the stage, tie her legs open, and her arms above her head. At that point, she would be completely open and vulnerable to the audience. I told him that it sounded like a fantastic plan but I do not know how he’s going to do that. He told me not to worry and let him handle it and that he would schedule her to work in about three weeks. I told Ava that evening that the manager agreed to let her go blindfolded on the stage. She asked me what else was in store for the evening. I told her not to worry and that it was a surprise. I thought that it might add to her anticipation. She told me that she hoped that it was going to be a regular night at The Stage with the normal small Japanese audience and not some freak coincidence like it was last time. The manager called me a few days later and told me that he knew the owner of a sex toy shop in Naha City and that he was going to be able to borrow a bondage chair and he asked me if that would be okay. I thought that a bondage chair was actually a fantastic idea although I really did not know what it was going to be like for sure. The manager told me that it was a chair that Ava would sit on and be strapped to. He said it had straps for her arms and legs and waist and that it was very adjustable. I tried to imagine what this would be like and my mind really started racing as to the possibilities. So, as I was getting very excited about this very erotic evening that was planned, I started to remember how fantastic it was to actually have guys in the audience that knew her to get the chance to see her naked and finger her, and two guys actually got to fuck her. I remembered that the previous time Ava went to The Stage, the word had gotten out because someone posted some notes around the base advertising it, and probably thirty guys from the base ended up coming to see her of which probably twenty were acquaintances of hers. I figured that since there was such a good turnout of American guys last time, that I could try and spread the word in the same way with notes put around places that she goes to like the different base gyms and in her work area men’s bathroom. I remembered seeing the note in the bathroom at the place where she worked last time and all it said was that Ava was going to beyond the stage on the specific Friday night. I also remembered how it had the words Top Secret on it. She was very popular in the gym at the Air Force Base gym and also at some of the Marine base gyms that she worked out at because of her beautiful body, beautiful long black hair, sexy long tone legs, and very pretty face. I tried to think of a way to write this on some notes and put it around where people might know her. I wanted it to be descriptive enough but not so vulgar that people might take the notes down. The note had to be short and simple but descriptive enough to let guys know what they could expect if they went. This is what I came up with: ///TOP SECRET/// One night only blindfolded show at The Stage featuring Ava on Friday, June 18. She won’t even know you were there. Tell your friends but don’t tell her! I thought there might be some guys that don’t know her name but know her face so I took a picture of her picture that was posted on the wall at her work and photocopied it many times in black and white. Then, I wrote the invitation line under her picture. I tried to make everything small but big enough for guys to be able to recognize her picture. I put multiple copies of the picture with description at the gym at the Air Force Base and at the gyms at the two Marine bases where Ava worked-out at occasionally. I also put a copy in the men’s bathroom at her work area so that possibly her male co-workers might want to see her naked. I figured that this is probably the last opportunity any guy is going to get to see her naked in public and the best part is that she won’t even know who the lucky guys were because she will be blindfolded. On the days leading up to that Friday that she was supposed to perform she tried to get me to talk more about what the plan was. Every time she talked about it, it made both of us horny and we would end up having sex and fantasizing about it. She would often say that she wonders how the Japanese guys are going to react to her being blindfolded and naked on the stage. I don’t understand how but for some reason she was back to concentrating on Japanese men. I guess she thought that there would be only a few, if any, American servicemen there this time. On the Saturday before she was supposed to perform, I drove to The Stage to talk to the manager to try to understand what he had in mind because nothing that I came up with in my head seemed to be possible for a blindfolded dancer. I got to the club in the late afternoon before the club opened and knocked on the door. He let me in and he told me about his plan. He took me back behind the stage to another room where he had a type of padded chair. It was obviously a chair that was meant for bondage. He said this is what he got from my friend at the sex toy store. He said that he was thinking that it could be used in conjunction with the blindfold because Ava is not going to be able to dance around anyway. She could just be in the chair. He said that the only way that he thought that it could all work is if he were to put the chair on one side of the T and not on the circle part of the stage. Ava could sit in the chair and then the guys would come up to her. The stage was shaped like a capital letter T with a circle at the bottom of the T where the dancers normally danced at. The circle part of this stage sometimes would rotate slowly also. I asked him if Ava was to be sitting on a chair on one side of the T, then how is she going to do anything on the circle part of the stage? He said that she wouldn’t be on the circle part of the stage at all. The other dancers would do their normal routines on the circle part of the stage and Ava would be in the chair on the side of the T. She could just be there until either she wanted to be done or until all of the guys that wanted to finger her got their chance. I told him that if she goes to sit on the chair on the side of the stage early in the evening, then all of the guys at that time might get their turn but if she gets tired early and some new guys come in, they would not have a turn because she would not be in the chair any longer. It was my thought that she could just stay there in the chair from 9 p.m. till closing. That way if any new guys come in at 10 or 11 p.m., they would have the opportunity to see and finger her in the chair. He said he understood what I was saying. So, we lifted the chair out onto the stage to see how it would fit on the side of the stage. The stage on the side was about ten feet long and five feet deep. The chair was very elaborate. Somebody had put a lot of thought into the chair. There was a padded seat and a padded back and a type of seat belt. There were two leg holders where she would put her legs on padded extensions which then would be strapped at the thigh and at the ankle. There was a pivot point at the knee and at the top of the leg. There were two arm extensions that she would place her arms in and there were two straps on each; one on the elbow and one on the wrist. The arm extensions could be pivoted up above the head and the elbows also had pivots. There was one pivot on each of the leg extensions to enable the legs to be spread apart up to a complete straight split. The back of the chair had a pivot also that could be anything between straight up and down and laying completely down flat. The possibilities of positioning Ava in this chair were endless. I asked him how he thought that Ava was going to get in the chair in the first place. I suggested that we could have two other dancers walk her out on stage. We could then have a volunteer from the audience to take off her clothes and help her into the chair and put the straps on and then position the chair with the help of the audience suggestions. He thought that was a fantastic idea. We both agreed that having her on the stage too early would be bad because she’s probably not going to want to sit there too long. There were not as many customers before 9 p.m. normally, so we both agreed that he could advertise the show as starting at 10 p.m. I asked him about how the lighting is going to go because normally the stage was not very bright. It had colored lights that flash on and off like a normal strip bar. I told him that the last time Ava performed on the stage he had turned on some white lights above the stage and it really made a great improvement on how well the audience could see Ava. He told me that he could wire up spotlights just for her on the side of the stage this time. I told him that the brighter the better since she is going to be completely blindfolded anyway and she is never going to see how brightly lit up she really is. I told him that since she is not going to know who is there anyway, it wouldn’t matter even if he were to advertise it as a special bondage show. He asked if it would be possible to allow the audience to have their picture taken in front of her for a fee like they do with the other Japanese dancers. I had to think about that question for a minute. I didn’t want her picture going around on any of the military bases. Even though she would be blindfolded, someone might recognize her. So, I told him that I would be okay to allow only the Japanese guys and not the American servicemen to have their picture taken with her. I figured since he was being so generous about letting us get away with this at his Club, I could let him make a little more money and since we did not know any Japanese people, it probably would not matter. He then asked me if she is going to let anyone fuck her this time. I told him what she had told me the rules were and that the only new thing that she wanted was to be blindfolded and didn’t she didn’t want to know who was there. So, according to her new rules, it would be ok for someone, or in fact, everyone, to have sex with her as long as she was blindfolded. The manager asked me if I liked watching guys having sex with her on stage last time Ava was on the stage. I told him I did like it a lot. He said that he had an idea about how I can watch her get fucked while being blindfolded. He told me that most men that went to The Stage wanted to have sex with the dancers but did not want to actually get up in front of other guys on the stage to do that. So, to get around that problem, he said that he could set up a private room in the back where guys could go back and fuck her privately. He also said that I could watch her through a hidden video camera monitor that was in the next room. I told him that that would be crazy and wild but how would we make sure that someone didn’t do something to her like hurt her. He told me that he could have one of the other dancers stay in the room with her and keep watch. I told him that that would be fantastic and I suggested that she leave the stage at midnight and then go to the room till closing time at 2 a.m. or until all the guys got a turn that wanted to fuck her. We both loved the idea. We put the chair back in the room and then I left. On my way back to the Air Force Base I realized that on the papers that I and put around, I had not put any specific time. Over the next few days, when I would go to the gym, I penciled in “Show starts at 10 p.m.” on all of the papers I could find. Anticipation continued to build until the day before the show. As I had done before I helped Ava get ready by shaving her pussy clean but leaving a small patch of hair above it. Ava said that she didn’t know what I had in store for her and so she didn’t know what to wear. I told her that it really isn’t going to matter very much because she was not going to be wearing clothes very long. I told her to just wear something that would be easy to take off and of course her black high heels. On the day of the show, I bought Ava the same kind of tequila she had the year before and asked her if she’s going to need it this time. She told me of course she would. We drove to The Stage and Ava started drinking on the way. We got there about thirty minutes before it opened and we both talked to the manager. The manager greeted Ava with a smile and told her he was very excited to have her back. She asked him what was in store for her and did he know how the show was going to be. He told her that I had told him it was kind of a surprise so he was not to say anything. She looked perturbed but accepted it. He told her that I had told him that the only new thing she wanted for sure was to be blindfolded completely. She said that was right but she asked if she was going to be fingered and have sex again tonight and if so then how was she to know that the hands of the guys were clean and that they were wearing a condom? The manager told her that he would ensure that other dancers would come out to clean the hands of the guys if they were to finger her and that they would also ensure that a condom was always used if there was any sex. She looked at me and said that I better make sure that is what happens. The manager told her that she’s not going to be coming out right away but to stay in the back room of the building where there was a TV and couch and he will come and get her when it’s her time. With that, she looked at me and said that she was very nervous because she didn’t know what was going to happen to her. She reminded me that she was doing this for me and that she hoped that I really liked it. With that, she walked through to the back of the stage to the room where she supposed to wait. I noticed the special chair was not on the stage and ask the manager when he planned on bringing it out. He told me that it was a good time to bring it out and asked me to help him. So, we went and brought it out onto the stage and he covered it with a sheet. It wasn’t on the main part of the stage so the rest of the show could go on like normal. The manager opened up the club and the normal show started like it always had before. For specific details about the show and how it normally went, please read my other story “My Wife at the Japanese Sex Club 1996”. That night there were three Colombian dancers and three Japanese dancers. They rotated as normal and it was that about 9 p.m. that I realized there were more Japanese guys in attendance than normal. There were more than ten Japanese guys already by 9 p.m. I had honestly thought there would be more than two groups of two American GIs there by 9 p.m. I was beginning to wonder if anyone had seen the notes that I had put around the base gyms or over at Ava’s work. To my delight, everything changed a little after 9 p.m. A flood of Americans started coming in and kept coming in all the way up until 9:45 p.m. Ava was supposed to start on stage at 10 p.m. At 9:30 p.m., I went to the front entrance where the cashier was and there was a line of Americans and some Japanese guys out the door and down the side of the building. There must have been thirty guys in line and there were probably already twenty-five guys inside. That answered my question as to if anyone had seen the advertisements I had put around. It was getting close to the time that Ava was supposed to come out on stage and I was wondering if all of the guys in line we’re going to be able to get in before the show started. I went back in and talked to the manager and told him about the dilemma. He came out with me and saw the line of guys out the door and wondered if all of the guys were actually going to fit in the club. I told them that I didn’t think that the guys were going to make it into the club before Ava came on stage. The manager looked very happy that there were so many guys there and so he said to me that he was going to speed things up very quickly. He turned to the line of guys and said in both Japanese and English very loudly “Thank you all for coming. I would like to thank you very much for your business. I would like to grant you free entrance tonight! All I ask is that you buy a drink inside.” I couldn’t believe what he had just said. The normal cost to get in the club was about $50 US and now he is going to let guys in for free? Not only that, but there were guys there that were going to be able to see my wife naked, finger her, and possibly fuck her for free? What a lucky day for some of the guys. The guys in the line clapped and then just walked right into the club. There must have been about twenty guys. I went back into the club and sat on a stool that I had sat in earlier on the very far right side of the stage. I was at the front right corner of the stage against the wall. The chair that Ava was going to be sitting in was on the right side of the stage about ten feet from me. I had a very clear view of the chair. Since the stage was about three feet above the crowd, the chair was also about three feet above that. I tried to imagine how Ava was going to look sitting up on the chair. The manager had set up a small roped-off area in front of the chair where there were no chairs to sit down. Every chair in the bar was occupied and there were many guys standing around. The music was loud and the show of the Japanese and Colombian girls up to this point had been great. Everyone was having a great time. There were definitely more guys in the club this time than last time Ava was there. There were at least forty Americans and probably twenty Japanese guys. I was so excited with anticipation. Shortly after 10 p.m., when the song ended for the Japanese girl who was dancing, the music was turned down. The manager came out onto the stage with a microphone and thanked everyone for coming. He announced that tonight was a special one-time feature show. After that, Ava appeared from behind the side curtain by the back wall. She was being escorted on each side by two other dancers. She was brought over to the center of the stage next to the manager. He told the audience that her special show was going to be very simple that all she was going to have to do was to sit down (and with that he pulled the sheet off the bondage chair) in this chair. The fun part for you guys is that I am going to let you tell me what she is to wear and how to position her in the chair. The crowd then cheered and yelled to get her naked! The manager said that it was not a normal show and not normally what goes on here at the stage and that because of that, he had to set the rules. He said that rule number one was that everyone had to be nice. No one was allowed to hurt her in any way. Number two rule was to be clean and wash your hands before touching the dancer. Number three rule was that only one guy could approach her at a time and everyone would be limited to one full minute until everyone that wanted to have their turn was done and if she was still on stage at that point, you could come up again. What you do with your minute was up to you. Rule number four was when you were in front of her there was no talking to her at all. If you broke the rules, you would get kicked out immediately. The manager asked for two volunteers to come up on stage and help her out of her dress. He chose two guys and they came up to the stage very excited. Ava was absolutely incredibly sexy. She wore her black high heels with no stockings and a very short, very sheer blue spaghetti strap summer dress. Her legs or so beautiful, golden brown, long, and tone. Her hair was jet black and straight and hung down to the top of her butt. Everyone clapped as she was led to the center of the stage. The manager asked everyone to quiet down and then he asked the two gentlemen to help her out of her dress. Ava stood in the middle of the stage quietly with the blindfold covering all of her eyes for sure. One guy went behind her and unzipped her dress from the back and then pulled the spaghetti straps off of her shoulders and then the dress fell to the floor. She was completely naked now except for her high heels. Again, everyone cheered. She was absolutely perfect. Her tight tone body was beautiful. Her small titties were erect with perfect nipples. Her legs or long and golden brown and tone and they led all the way up to a perfect pussy. Her small patch of hair could not hide her lips from showing. After about ten seconds of cheering the manager told everyone to quiet down again and then ask the two gentlemen to walk her over to the chair. They slowly guided her over and then had her sit down on the chair and then each guy put one of her legs into the leg braces and secured the straps. Then they put the seat belt around her waist and her arms in the arm braces and then strapped them as well. Then they looked over to the manager is if waiting for his directions. The manager asked the crowd over the microphone to tell him how they think the chair should be adjusted. Some guys were yelling to lay the back down and other guys were yelling spread her legs and stuff like that. The two guys started adjusting the chair. They first laid her back down until the crowd was all in agreement that she was laying down far enough. Next, they spread her legs open and everyone kept chanting until her legs were spread as wide apart as they could possibly go. At that point, everyone started cheering again and then started chanting to put her legs up. So, the two guys adjusted her legs up in the air until they were higher than her head. They then put her arm braces until her arms were over her head. At that point, the audience of guys seemed to be in consensus that this was the best possible position for Ava to be in. The manager was still on the stage at that point with the microphone and so he calmed everyone down and then asked if everyone was ready and everyone cheered. He told everyone that he had one more thing to do and with that, he went over and turned on a switch and three very bright spotlights lit Ava up from three different angles. Everyone cheered again. I’ll bet Ava was wondering at that point why everyone cheered again because she could not see the lights come on. She laid there with her perfectly toned beautiful body spread wide open in bright white lights for everyone to see and there was nothing she could change about her position. The manager put the microphone down and walked over right beside Ava and looked down at her spread there before him. He then reached down and spread her pussy lips wide open and held them open for about ten seconds for the entire crowd to see her pink pussy in the bright light. Everyone went crazy! The guys that were near her side of the stage were lining up. Two other strippers came out at that point and went down by the rope. They each had a basket and started washing the guy’s hands in the audience. The first guy stepped in front of the chair. He reached up and started to rub her pussy and tits and then he spread her lips open. He fingered her with two fingers for the entire minute with one hand while he rubbed all over her body with his other hand. After that, he stepped down and the next guy stepped up and fingered her again for a minute. Meanwhile, another dancer came onto the circle part of the stage and started to do her routine. Ava laid there in the chair strapped down blindfolded under the bright spotlights with a line of guys waiting to take their turn with her. Within the first thirty minutes, she had been fingered by over twenty guys. The line of guys never went down. As soon as the line would get down to three or four guys, more guys would get in the line. After the first hour, I counted over fifty guys had fingered her. There was a glass of water next to Ava that the guys would wet their fingers with if they needed or wanted to. At 11:30 the line finally ended and it appeared that all of the guys in the club had fingered her. The manager came on stage and asked if anyone wanted to finger her again and immediately the line got long again. Ava continued to get fingered until midnight. At midnight, the manager came on stage and said that Ava’s time on stage was over and that she would be taking a break in the back. But, if anyone wanted to privately thank her for her show, they could but only for two minutes each. He also challenged all of the guys to thank her as deeply as they could. He said that there would be another dancer in the room with them to make sure that everyone was nice wears a condom. Everyone laughed and Ava was then unstrapped from the chair by to other dancers and escorted off the stage. At that point, guys started lining up by the door which led to the back room. Ava told me that as she was led to the backroom, the other dancers took her blindfold off for about ten minutes and let her get cleaned up as well as drink. They took her to the room where she was going to be fucked. It was dimly lit and not a very big room and it had one couch and one bed that had clean sheets on it. The other dancer told her that she would be in the room with her the entire time and that she would ensure that the men would wear a condom. The other dancer told her that she would be outside the room preparing the guys to come in. Ava told me later on all of this information. Ava said that she had never dreamed that I would let it go this far but when she had heard the manager tell the crowd while she was on the stage that they were going to be able to go into a back room and fuck her for two minutes, she didn’t get that worried because it would probably take almost two minutes for a guy to get hard anyway. Now she was being told that there was going to be a girl that was going to get the guys hard before they entered the room which meant they would probably immediately start fucking her right when they entered the room! The dancer then wrapped Ava’s eyes with the blindfold completely. She had her sit on the side of the bed that was facing the door and then told her to lay back. She then put cuffs on her wrists and ankles and was tied up to the bed. Her butt was on the edge of the bed in the center between the top and bottom of the bed. Her arms were tied over her head in each direction and her legs were tied wide apart. Now, all that the guys would have to do is just walk up the side of the bed where Ava was tied up and stick their dick into her and start fucking. She was completely open and vulnerable. It was during this time that Ava was getting ready in the back room that I went and talked to the manager. He escorted me in the back to a small room next to the room that Ava was in. He showed me the two-way mirror which was only about one square foot. It was a clear view into Ava’s room and was located in the middle of the wall on the side of the bed that Ava was laying in. When I got there, the dancer was in the middle of tying Ava’s hands up onto the bedposts. My view of her room was not that great. It was a good angle but somewhat difficult to see with clarity because it was not very bright in her room. The manager left me in the room and I waited to see what was going to happen next. There was a knock on my door and I went and answered it. It was one of the other dancers. She told me to follow her and she led me to the room where Ava was in. I quietly went into Ava’s room and saw the other girl sitting on the couch. Ava was laying on the bed naked with her hands strapped to the to bedposts. I pointed up to the light on the ceiling which was not on and the dancer reached over and turned it on. Now the room was very brightly lit. Ava was obviously unaware that the room which she was going to be fucked in was now very bright. There were a few glasses of water next to the bed on the nightstand. I left the room and both strippers followed me and then closed the door. One of them turned to me and asked me if that was my wife. I told her yes, why? She said that they both didn’t like her. I asked why not and what Ava had done to them? They said that she was too pretty and too sexy and that they were going to make her get fucked by every guy here tonight. She was going to have to pay the price for being too pretty. I was shocked to hear how much resentment they had for her just being so pretty. After that, I was led back to my room. The girl that took me back to the room told me that her job was to quickly prepare each guy that was going into the room next. I asked her how she is going to do that and see made a motion like a blowjob. I told her that she had a sucky job. She didn’t understand my joke. She left me in my room and I waited for the first guy to arrive. After about five minutes, a white military guy about twenty years old entered the room with only a shirt and the condom on. His dick was hard already. Immediately, he stepped up to the bed and proceeded to fuck her very hard and very fast. In less than two minutes it appeared as though he was cuming. He then got up and the dancer that was in the room immediately pointed for him to leave. No more than ten seconds later another young military white guy came into the room. He also only had a shirt and condom and he immediately went up to the bed and started fucking her. After about two minutes the dancer that was in the room went over and slapped him on his ass and told him to leave. I was beginning to realize that the way the manager had set this up was going to enable the greatest number of men to be able to fuck her in a short period of time. She was literally going to be fucked hard for two minutes and then get about thirty seconds break and then two minutes hard again and repeat that for the next two hours or so. Normally, when we have sex, we might do it for thirty minutes or an hour and meanwhile, we will change positions and take rest here and there. Now it is kind of like the manager had set up a train of fifty guys or more on Ava. She was literally going to have or brains fucked out. I couldn’t believe how organized the two Japanese strippers were. It was as if they were trying to see how many guys they could get in the room to fuck Ava. So, I watched from the room as guy after guy after guy came in and proceeded to fuck Ava in a missionary position. Some guys would hold her legs up and some guys didn’t. Most of the guys were American military but a few were Japanese. There were four black guys that came in in a row one time. For sure some guys had much bigger dicks than others and it seemed like everyone tried to hit her as deep as they could. Some of the guys were even older. I remember two of the guys must have been sixty. What a lucky day for them. I kept an eye on my watch and it was getting close to 2 a.m. I had kept track of how many guys came in the room and my number was at forty-six. I watched three more guys come in and fuck her. Then there was a knock on my door. It was a dancer. She said to me it’s 2 a.m. and there are still guys out there in line. What do you want me to do? I told her to give it ten more minutes and that was all. She said okay and left and four more guys got their chance and fuck her. The dancer came and knocked on my door again and I told her that was enough and told her that I wanted to go over to the room now. I went over to the room and looked at Ava laying there on the bed. She was sweating and the inside of her thighs were red. Her pussy looked like it had been pounded and pounded. The dancer got up and left the room. Ava said to me that she never thought that this was what I had in mind. I said it wasn’t my idea and that it was the manager’s idea. She said I lost count on how many guys fucked her. I asked her to guess how many and she said maybe thirty. I said it was actually fifty-three. She asked me how I knew how many guys came into the room. I told her that I was in the next room looking through a two-way mirror and I watched the whole thing. I told her that she was a real trooper. She said that she really liked the pounding when my pussy was wet but if it got dry it hurt. She asked me if there were any Americans there that night. I told her that about 90% of the guys in the club were American military and I saw quite a few of her acquaintances come in the room. She got very nervous and asked me who. I told her that I didn’t know any of their names so I couldn’t tell her. I told her that maybe I could point the guys out to her sometime in the gym or over at her work. She said what I meant by that. I said that coincidentally I believe that a few of the guys that work at the same place as her fucked her. She asked me if I was kidding and I said no. I told her that I recognized one older white man who was kind of heavy. I said I think he works in your store. She asked me if he had any tattoos on his arms. I told her that he had a tattoo of an Asian girl on his arm. She looked very pissed off and said that that was her supervisor. After she heard that, she continued to try and describe different guys to me that she knows at work or is good friends with in the gym wanting to find out if they were there and had fucked her. I decided to just keep telling her no even if I knew for sure that the answer should have been yes. In fact, all of the different guys that she described to me I had seen there fucked her. I left the room and went back out to the front to let her get herself together and cleaned up and ready to go. The manager was busy trying to get the place closed. I walked outside for a minute to get some fresh air and noticed that there were a few Japanese guys there talking to some of the Americans about everything. I noticed that some of the military guys had the Polaroid photo in their hand of a Japanese guy standing next to my wife spread open in the chair. I asked the guy if I could see the photo. He gave it to me and it was a Japanese guy kneeling in front of Ava and spreading her pussy open. I asked him how he got the photo and that I thought only the Japanese guys were allowed to have their photos taken. He said that was true but the Japanese guys were selling their photos to the Americans after the show. I had never thought of that. I wondered if I would ever see one of those photos floating around the Air Force Base. It was actual proof that Ava had been naked and spread open strapped to a chair at the stage. On the drive home from the stage that night, Ava told me that she couldn’t believe that she had been fucked by her boss at work. She said that over and over. Then she said that she was glad that I hadn’t recognized any of the other guys. That is when I told her that I might have lied about that. She asked me what I meant by that. I told her that I actually did recognize some of the guys, well actually most of the guys that fucked her. She asked about what guys from the gym that she had described to me before. I asked her what gym she was talking about. She then asked me why I would ask that and I told her that there were actually guys from both the marine base gyms and the Air Force gym that had fucked her. I told her that in fact, I had recognized a lot of the guys that I had seen staring at her in the gyms and they had all gone into the backroom to thank her deeply. Her mouth fell open in amazement. She asked me if she had just hit another unlucky night at The Stage when a lot of American GIs were there. I said, “Yes, the most I had ever seen."

Megan and Jessie #3: Sleep Over by Jappio Part 1 I can't even fully explain how awkward it is to sit at a dinner table naked and eat with your best friend sitting across from you, also naked. I should probably explain how this all happened though. Jessie was going to be home at her parents' house alone for the weekend. So she asked if I would come over Friday night. Her parents were having some remodeling done over the week and the next week, so they decided to go out for a weekend rather than sit around there. They asked Jessie to house sit. The place was still in working condition, but some of the doors and painting needed to finished up and such. Jessie decided that we should have a sleepover like the old days. Well sort of at least. Now as you know, I'm no stranger to Jessie's body, and embarrassingly she is no stranger to mine. In this very house I have seen her naked, and she has seen me naked, although I tried to stay clothed when I could. Yet we always hid from her parents, and it was only in short bursts. Now Jessie was older, and somehow even more adventurous. When I first came to her door knocking, she was already naked. Apparently she'd been that way since her parents left her there early that morning. I had just gotten there a little before dusk, and without surprise she stood happy in the doorway in view of the neighborhood. I pushed her in not wanting to make a scene, although I knew a few neighbors have caught her before already in the past. It didn't take long until she somehow stripped me naked. I mean as much as I love seeing her body, I can't help but blush when she sees mine. I didn't want to get naked, but she seemed like she really wanted me to join her. I felt I couldn't let her down. I figured it wouldn't be as bad as other times since we were at least alone and inside? So we spent a good hour at least just sitting around naked. We watched a bit of TV as she started to make dinner. The whole time I kept my legs closed and tried to find the best ways to keep an arm or hand over my breast. I know she's seen me a couple of times now, but I still worry about her glancing over seeing me the way I was. So we sat at the table and began to eat dinner together. I couldn't help but think about how this dinner would be like if we had some candles, maybe a bit of soft music playing. She acted as if it was just any meal of course. The other thing that ruined the mental image is rather than being dressed up in nice and formal dinner wear, neither of us had any clothing. My mind always scrambles to think about what to focus on during times like this. Do I just ignore it and be care free like she does? Do I worry about my breast showing, the already hard nipples pointing out? Oh god, or do I look over at Jessie and take a look at her brazen nudity? So many things, and it's never just one of them! Jessie though is so sweet that she has a way to just get conversations to keep moving, regardless of how awkward I felt. By the time we were finishing up our meal, we were chatting away like normal. As we got up though, the feeling of my skin leaving the wooden seat sent chills up through my body. I couldn't believe how long I'd been naked for already. I helped Jessie with the dishes next. She and I stood side by side at the sink, I was drying the dishes as she washed them. Our arms and hips would bump into each other, which I took note of each time. My face was growing red again as we continued. I kept glancing to my side and seeing Jessie's breast wobble as she scrubbed. Her arms would also press her breast together, creating some gorgeous cleavage. I just don't know how this one girl can turn me into such a pervert some times. As the few dishes we had began to get all finished up, Jessie suddenly splashed water right onto me. It wasn't hot, but it was quite a shock. My chest became quite soaked from the direct hit, and I squealed and turn away for a moment. Without even thinking I put my hands in the water and splashed her back. We went back and forth a couple of times until Jessie slipped on some of the water that had splashed on the floor. Luckily she had grabbed onto the side of the counter so she fell gently and didn't get hurt. Oh my and what a site too. All I could do right away was look down at her. You should have seen it. She held herself up barely by holding onto the ledge with one hand. Her other hand was behind her, to also help brace her fall. She now used that hand behind her to keep her from laying flat on her back. Her body lay out entirely in front of me. I could feel one of her ankles against one of mine. Her other leg was off to the side, leaving her legs quite open. Her body was covered in water and suds. Her naked form looked incredible with a layer of water over it. Lucky for me the suds kept away from the naughty details, leaving so much to look at. "Don't just stand there, help me up!" She giggled as she outreached one of her hands for me. I grabbed it and carefully stood her up. My blush had spread quite a bit over my face, having just seen what I did. It just seemed so unfair that god would make my best friend that good looking. I mean how couldn't I fall for her? She began to run her hands up and down her sides, and then around her stomach to push a few of the spare suds off her. "Are, are you alright?" I managed to ask, my eyes following her hand as it went up and down her smooth, wet skin. "Yes, caught myself, so nothing hurt besides maybe a slightly sore bum," she said as her hands stopped. I still was just standings till staring at her. "You got some bubbles all over you too," she said as she brushed her hands over my chest. Not only did she happen to push away the few soap suds on me, her arm and hand had also bumped over my nipples. I just wanted to die. I could actually feel my nipples get pushed around, and push back into Jessie's arm and hand. "Let's get dried up and watch a move, maybe there's something good on Netflix," Jessie said as she carefully walked away from the puddle under us and made her way over to the bathroom to get towels. In her absence I ran a hand up and down my body, even giving my nipples a little tweak. "Get ahold of yourself Megan. You can't lust for her the whole weekend!" I tried telling myself. I knew it was no use thinking the way I did, but I just couldn't stop really. Jessie came back with the towels as she said she would. She handed me one and I dried myself off. I don't know why, but watching Jessie do it made it look so sexy. I'm sure to her she wasn't thinking about putting on a show or looking sexy, but something about the way she ran that towel all over her skin was great. "Better get the floor too so I don't go slipping again," Jessie said as she got down on the floor. My heart raced again as I was presented with another candid view of her. She had her butt raised right in the air towards me. Her moving the towel across the floor made it so her back end swayed oh so well. I was trying to control myself though; I really did try not to stare this time. "We're just friends!" I shouted at myself in my mind. "There, all finished," she hummed as she sat back. Thing was, I was sort of close to her, so she actually sat on my foot! I could feel her bare butt cheeks against my ankle, and resting on my foot was... oh my! She yelped and got up immediately too. "Watch where you're pointing," she said in a teasing voice, sticking her tongue out. She mocking put her hands between her legs as if to stop me from getting between them! It's hard to even describe how hot my blush felt then and there. It was honestly all an accident too! Well since I was far too speechless, Jessie again was quick to change the subject. I really don't think she knows how to feel awkward. "Chores done, time to find something to watch some more." We went to the living room, and I sat on the couch as Jessie went to turn things on, and sadly I was one of them again. As she was pushing buttons and flipping switches, it was like she couldn't help but again stick her butt out at me. I even caught glimpses of her little pussy between her legs! I know most of you probably think I'm the luckiest girl around, but I really am not! You don't have a clue how hard it is to try and deny these emotions of mine. She happily skipped back next to me and sat down. I could feel her bare hip against mine as she sank into the couch next to me. She started flipping through some movies that we could watch. I really wanted to try and adjust my sitting so that I could maybe cover my own body up more, but I didn't want to make any too obvious movements. We found a movie though and began watching it. I know with how horrible I make myself sound that you might not believe this, but I do promise I kept my eyes on the TV more than on Jessie. As the hours into the night got later and later, I did begin to forget about my and her nudity a little. It was back to us two just being friends, laughing and having fun just watching a movie on a lazy night. Then again these moments never really help my feelings either. Sure a lot of the lust is removed, but that's not all that I like about Jessie. It's these sweet times where we have fun, we enjoy each other's company, and that we feel so bonded that I like her even more. I would be happy to keep her as a friend, or even more, for the rest of my life I think. The hours grew late though, and the two of us were getting tired. We finished the last movie of the night and got up to get ready to go to bed. I really wanted to go to my bag and get something to wear, but I knew if I bothered, Jessie would be convincing me to sleep naked, saying something like "oh, but it feels so great!" or something like that. "So where am I sleeping?" I ask as we head towards the bedrooms. "Oh, well my old room has already been converted into an office, so the only bedroom is my parents," Jessie said opening the door to the room. There was of course only one bed. "Oh, if you want, I can go sleep on the couch or something." I offered, not wanting to leave her uncomfortable in the night. "Nonsense, you're the guest. You can sleep in here tonight," Jessie proclaimed as she walked over to the bed and pulled the covers away for me to get in. I figured she'd be too stubborn to let me go sleep on the couch. I got in, and I must admit her parents had a nice bed. It was very soft, and the sheets did feel really nice against my skin. I was wondering if it was ok that I was naked in their bed. I figured Jessie probably already had slept in it naked the night before. That idea sort of made my skin tingle. It was as if we were sleeping in the same bed I thought... "Well, we better get to sleep. More fun to be had in the morning," Jessie announced as I feel the covers on me move slightly. Jessie was actually getting in the bed too! "You're sleeping here too?" I asked timidly, not sure what to make of it. My heart was racing as my mind went through a bunch of different possibilities. Was I actually in my own bed just dreaming? "If the bed is big enough for my parents, then it's big enough for us." I had turned over, and already I saw she had her eyes close. The covers hung loosely and, I could see her breast heaving in out as she breathed. She had her arms wrapped around her pillow. I surely couldn't wake her up now, she looked way to peaceful. I had a heck of a time getting to sleep myself. This wasn't just us sharing a bed. The two of us were quite naked in the same bed. It was hard to get that thought out of my mind. Had I been alone and this thought was in my mind I'd probably... No! I have to try and stop thinking like that. Yet, I'm not the only one who thinks something like that is a... well an erotic scene, right? I did drift away into sleep though somehow. I do admit too that it was very nice. It was much better than a dorm bed or my bed at home. Maybe also the no-clothing thing might have been nice too. Jessie had her points, but I still wasn't use to it. Part 2 I woke up the next day, feeling pretty good. I slowly opened my eye and meant to wiggle around a little, but a few things were off. Now obviously beyond just the fact I was in an unfamiliar bed, there was the fact that I had no clothes on. I usually have something on, and wiggling around under the covers, I could tell I was naked. The other weird thing was I felt restricted by something too, some type of weight against me. Well it took a bit to register what was going on. Whatever was there, it was warm and had itself wrapped around me. It had to be none other than Jessie! When I figured that out, I was able to tell exactly what was going on. Jessie had her front side against me, I could feel the swell of her breast against my back. Her left leg was up and over my legs. Since her legs were wrapped around my hip too, and they were sort of spread, I think I could even feel against my butt cheek her bare... well you know. Then there was also an arm draped over me, and it was resting against my own breast. She was spooning me! Had something happened last night? Why couldn't I remember? I remember her joining me in bed, but this? God wouldn't be so cruel as to make something happen and yet have me not remember any of it? Well in my confusion, panic, and wiggling, it had stirred Jessie awake too. She used her arm near my breast to push herself up a little, letting her hover above me slightly as she looked around. Morning light was coming in through a window, lighting up her form for me. "What time is it?" she asked groggily. I didn't even know how to answer her. I still wasn't sure what was going on. She had looked down now at me, and at where her legs were still wrapped around. She didn't even seem to be shocked though. I mean here we were, inches from each other, both naked, waking up in the same bed! Would it kill her to be a little surprised or something with stuff like this? "Oh, sorry if me sleeping on you woke you up. Normally I have nice big body pillow to hug as I sleep. I guess since you were the closest thing, I wrapped my arms around you instead," she giggled as she glided the back of her hand against my side, "good thing you're so soft or warm. Had you been a cactus or something I'd have woken up in the middle of the night pretty sore!" This was really killing me. This was one hell of a way to wake up. I went from 0 to 100 in a blink of an eye as far my feelings went. To wake up to the girl you're into holding tightly to your naked body! To have her be so relaxed and unfazed by it. Yet Jessie is Jessie, and somehow manages to joke about it like nothing sexual or awkward had happened. Heck, she even manages to make a joke and makes me laugh too about it. It's just a roller coaster with this girl! She sat up fully now, stretching her body. I do have to say, even with her hair all messy and her just waking up, she looked like a goddess. I couldn't take my eyes off as she got out of the bed and walked to the door. Once she was gone I got up myself. Even only after a few moments with her, my nipples were hard as rocks and I could tell as I moved my legs that there were a few trickles of moisture on my thighs. I wouldn't be forgetting this morning for a long while. Having also just woken up, I was feeling very shy again. It was like a whole new experience to walk around her parents' room naked. It was bright thanks to the sun too, and I felt just so weird about it. No one around to see me, and yet still embarrassed? As I left the room it felt like I was sneaking around. I had a hand between my legs even. I could hear Jessie was in the bathroom, so I'd have to wait my turn for my morning duties. I instead let my adventurous side take over (because I apparently have one) and went out back into the living room. I had spent the whole night, slept, and now woke up, not having worn any clothes for hours now. This whole time I wasn't alone either at my own house. I was over at my best friend's house, and she was naked too! Would this be what it would be like to live with her? I mean ignoring the embarrassment and awkward feeling, if the two of us were really together, would this be what it's like. I smiled thinking about it. It would wonderful to live with her like this. To always have such a beauty to stare at and admire. Even in just one night, I had seen so much. To have every night like that would be something else. I still had that hand between my legs for modesty reasons, but picturing the things I saw the night before and what happened this morning, my hand started to do more than just guarding anyone from seeing between my legs. I know it was stupid to be doing something like that in my best friend's living room, but it just sort of happened. Lucky for me I heard Jessie coming before she could see what I was doing! "You can have a go at the bathroom if you need it. I'll start making breakfast. Then another fun day can begin." I made my way to the bathroom. I would say that this would be one of the few times I would truly have a private moment to myself, to have my body hidden with no risks. Yet thanks to the work being done to the house, there was actually no doorknob! The door shut fine, but anyone could walk in. Even Jessie though wouldn't be so brazen as to walk in on someone when they were in the bathroom. Looking at a clock, I could tell we'd be having a late breakfast. We'd stayed up so long that we slept until noon by the looks of it. I took my time to brush, fix my hair, and more. I do have to admit I also took a chance to take a little bit of tissue to dry up in that one spot. I knew with a full day ahead that it would become pointless, but just a bit of time without it being damp would be nice. With myself freshened up, and the smell of pancakes in the air, I exited the bathroom ready to again face Jessie. It was going to be tough spending even more time naked with her, but I told myself I would try and keep my hands at my sides and not cover up. If I did one day want to live with her or something like that, I'd have to learn to be Ok with spending time naked with her. I walked out into the living just like that, naked, and arms at my sides. I'd let her look at my bare breast and even girl fur between my legs if she wanted! However things didn't go as planned and my hands darted back to covering up my naked body. You see. As I walked out like that, it wasn't just Jessie who was there. Jessie was actually standing there with a girl named Stacy. Stacy is a friend of ours. What she was doing there, I didn't even know! All I knew is as I saw her, her eyes going up and down my body; all I could do was cover and screech. "Oh hey Megan, look who stopped by," Jessie said, gesturing to Stacy. In my embarrassment, I just sort of rudely blurted out, "What are you doing here?" "Oh, I was over yesterday and left my phone here. Figured I'd stop by and pick it up as soon as I could. I hope I didn't interrupt anything," Stacy explained, and evil smile forming on her face. Oh my god, she probably thought Jessie and I... last night... "Oh no, nothing at all!" I said, squirming as I stood there naked. All I had was my hands to cover with! "Oh, I better go get back to breakfast," Jessie excused herself as she went off into the kitchen. That left me and Stacy alone, and I was completely naked! Stacy couldn't seem to wipe the grin off her face. She clearly found my embarrassing moment funny. Jessie may see me naked a lot, but our other friend's haven't! "So, you're looking quite comfortable there. I didn't know you and Jessie..." I had to cut her off, "No, it's nothing like that... you see..." I tried explaining what was going on, but I couldn't come up with an excuse as to why two girls were naked together. "I know Jessie is a total hippy and doesn't like to wear clothes, but you always seem so bundled up." She knew about Jessie getting naked? I suppose her stripping her clothes wasn't just a special show for me? This was my chance though. I could just tell her that I too like getting naked. "Oh, well you know, it's just so..." I was trying to think how Jessie always puts it, "Comfortable and stuff." "Really? Then why the shock at me being here and covering up?" Crap, she was seeing through it? I mean I know I really do like Jessie, and would love this little lover theory of Stacy's to be true. Yet I just couldn't let her think something like that. That wasn't what was happening. I couldn't tell her the truth though. That I had this crazy crush on Jessie so I strip when she asks! This left me with no option. I had to try and keep the nudist angle going. I couldn't control my blush, but I could control my arms. I slowly was able to get them back at my side. Oh my god, I couldn't believe it. Here I was giving one of my friends a full frontal view of me! I desperately wanted to hide, cover up, and get dressed. Yet I couldn't let Stacy go thinking Jessie and I were some crazy perverts or something. I started to cringe and hunch as Stacy looked over my entire body. Oh my god, oh my god. This was really too much. I started to feel bad knowing that I'm always looking at Jessie's body, I wonder if Jessie gets chills like this when people look at her? "You just startled me is all. Really, I like being like this," I tried telling her. My voice was so shaky. I hoped she would buy it though. I mean if you have one friend who likes being naked, the odds of another being the same way aren't too bad, right? "The both of you are nuts." She said laughing as she walked by me. It was just a relief in itself to know for a few moments her eyes weren't on my body. "I could get dressed if you want, you know if it makes you uncomfortable or something," hopefully she did find this all awkward or something. I mean she was probably straight, so she didn't want to see me flaunting my body around. "Don't worry about. I've seen Jessie like this a couple of times. If you actually just like being like that, it doesn't bother me," I could almost hear her snicker I think! "We better go eat, smells like it's done." Oh no, she was staying to eat! I was going to have to sit and eat breakfast naked, with our friend sitting at the table, her completely clothed! "Eat em up girls, while they're still hot." Jessie said as we got to the table. She had a bunch of pancakes, eggs, and sausage set out for us. I sat down, and tried to take my mind off the situation. I really wanted to enjoy Jessie's great cooking; she'd done a great job again. Yet the whole time I could tell Stacy was stealing glances at us. It was not helping my appetite. "So Jess, how long has Megs been getting naked too? I mean did you poison her mind or something?" Stacy asked out of nowhere. I nearly spit my food out at that question. "Oh, I guess for awhile now. You know, whenever the mood comes in, I strip down. Jessie's always happy to join me," My blush was at the maximum again. The grin on Stacy's face told me she found this whole situation funny. Did she believe that I was like Jessie, or did she think something else? "So do you two just get naked all the time when you're together?" Stacy asked me. "Oh um... well... sometimes I guess." I said, not sure what to say. "So you totally get naked when you're home and stuff too, just like Jess?" She wouldn't stop with the questions! "Um, yes." I said, trying to just answer the question and hope she would stop. What if she started telling our other friends? I really didn't want people we know to think I was some crazy nudist/streaker. "You have been getting naked when you're at home? That's great Megs, glad to hear it!" Jessie said smiling. I was happy she was proud, but I knew that only meant that it would be harder to say no to her strippings in the future. I really was backing myself into a corner with this lie! The conversation luckily was able to change subjects. I guess Stacy was as use to Jessie's nudity, because she didn't seem to stick on the subject long. I do admit I felt a little jealous thinking that Jessie wasn't showing her body off to just me. Well I mean of course that wasn't what this was ever was about, but sometimes it just feels that way, or at least I want it to be that way. With breakfast ending though, it was time to clean up the table. I just wish I could stay sitting and hide. I know this sounds mean, but I also wish Stacy would go home. She's a good friend, but I just wanted to die of shame with her being there, seeing me naked. "Oh, I should probably go get the mail." Jessie explained as she headed for the front door. I just watched as her and Stacy headed that way. I wasn't too shocked actually that Jessie would go to her mailbox with nothing on, even in the middle of the day. Her doing it with Stacy around was a bit different though. "Coming with?" Stacy asked. Oh god, that's right. She thought I was ok with nudity! She didn't actually think I'd go? "Jessie was heading out the door when Stacy hung back a moment. "Unless of course maybe you're naked for a different reason," she said lightly enough so Jessie wouldn't hear. It was like she was blackmailing me! My face grew warmer, and I knew I had to try and prove to her that I was Ok with this. I looked out the door and saw the empty and bright lawn in front of me. I had to walk across that, naked? Any of Jessie's neighbors and who knows who else could look over and see Jessie and I. I couldn't even cover or run and hide if I wanted to! Stacy's grin though told me that I had to; there was no way out of this. I took my steps out that door and into the light. Part 3 My heart was racing a mile a minute and I felt I could fall over any moment. This was truly a lot to swallow. This wasn't a secluded park, or a nude beach. This was a neighborhood yard, and the middle of a Saturday. Yet Jessie was just as naked, and had a good healthy normal pace ahead of me. I told myself it would only be a second, we'd turn around and go inside any moment. Jessie got the mail as Stacy and I caught up. I wish Jessie wouldn't stall to look at it. I didn't see anyone, but I knew any moment our naked bodies could be seen. "Ok, just got to get the paper now." Jessie said as she started to stroll down the street. The paper! The paper would be at the end of the street in one of those dispensers! She actually was planning to lead us down the street naked. "Maybe I'll go back inside and start cleaning the dish..." I wanted to offer, but Stacy budded in with a whisper. "What, you aren't scared are you? I mean it's so nice out. The sun is so warm, will help keep your nice all over tan in good condition," she said as she headed off with Jessie. I suppose the fact that I still lacked some tan lines thanks to the beach helped support my lie, although this lie was letting Stacy torment me anyway she wanted. Also oh my god, she had noticed my tan! I felt my face warm up a little more knowing she had taken in that much detail alone. I didn't even have time to psyche myself up. Before I knew it the two began walking away from me. I quickly caught back up. I was so damn nervous. My hands were jittery and I nearly crossed them over my breast. I had to force myself to cross them just below. As much as I wanted to crawl in a hole and hide, I knew I had to put on a brave face. If I didn't, Stacy would think there was more to the scene she walked in on. I don't even know how I would handle that. I wouldn't be able to reveal how I felt, that would be just too embarrassing. If Stacy started spreading rumors about us being lovers, I wouldn't want Jessie to get hurt because of that also. So even though I was doomed either way, at least this way I can keep Jessie safe from any trouble. Of course that was easier said than done. Walking down that street was just crazy. At first it was quiet sure, but a bright Saturday afternoon is not a time to try and walk naked and hope to not get caught. Before long I saw, standing near their car, seemingly ready to drive somewhere, one of Jessie's neighbors. The guy just stood there and watched as we were passing his property. I could just feel his gaze on me. Jessie and I hadn't anything to cover with, and we had to just walk by like it was no big deal. Well to Jessie it was probably no big deal, but I had to pretend. I may have not stopped blushing, but I am proud to say I kept my arms away from covering anything. Although thinking back about the people who saw me, maybe it would have been better if I gave in. I'm still embarrassed to think about how many people saw me. After that house, we passed at least two more houses with people outside. No one said or did anything beyond stare. I almost wish they would do something to break the tension, but it's probably for the best they didn't. At least at a distance I could try and fool myself that they couldn't see any details. We soon were standing on the street corner, Jessie getting the paper. It was horrible standing out there like that. I knew that anyone looking our way could see my bare ass or exposed breast. I shivered a bit every time a car came driving by. I was almost at my breaking point when one of them actually stopped right next to us. I could see the face of the driver, his eyes just looking Jessie and I up and down. I couldn't help but turn slightly so he could only see the side of me. It didn't hide my breast or butt, but it kept my pussy out of site at least. My prayers were answered when we started to head back to Jessie's. Having to walk again in front of those same neighbors was horrible sure, but I was happy to know we'd be back inside. I still wasn't even use to being naked around Stacy though, so I knew things would still be bad. As soon as our feet reached the door, I felt very relieved. I don't know if I was holding my breath the whole time or what, but as soon as we were inside I felt I had to take a huge breath. Luck seemed to be on my side finally too, because as soon as we took a moment to relax, Stacy was saying how she was ready to leave. "Well all I had to do was pick up my stuff. Now that I have it, I have places to be today. Wish I could stay longer, but I'll leave you two nudists to yourselves." She couldn't help but giggle as she said that. Yet I think she left believing my story. I guess that means my secret was still a secret. Although I knew the next time I was with Stacy, I'd know she would be able to imagine me naked. The thought alone was keeping my cheeks red, even though it was just Jessie and me alone again. "Just us two again. You wouldn't mind if I did a few chores? You're free to watch what you'd like," Jessie asked me. "Oh, no I don't mind. Heck, you know I'm willing to help!" I offered. I hadn't even fully registered the fact it was just us two, naked still. My heart started to beat a little faster. All I could think about was the whole naked thing. Not just what had happened outside or anything. Stacy had now seen us two naked. Would she go tell our other friends? That would be horrible if everyone thought I was a nudist, especially if it turns out like today. Then I also had to think about Jessie's nudity. How often would she get naked around Stacy and others? I mean I know it was wishful thinking on my end, but I had always hoped that was something special between us. I know to Jessie she never meant these little naked games of hers as some type of sexual advance, but it was hard to not view them that way. Yet Jessie is Jessie I suppose. Even asking a friend to strip naked with her was as simple and innocent as a `hello.' I started to realize the two of us were awkwardly quiet. I suppose Jessie was busy cleaning, but it still felt odd. I decided I should say something. "So, you get naked around Stacy and stuff too?" I wasn't even really thinking straight when I said that. It was the first thing that came to my mind. I guess my jealousy was getting to me a little. "Oh right. Sorry about that. I didn't even know she was coming over," Jessie explained. "I wouldn't say I normally do. She sort of caught me one time. I explained it to her, but she's cool with it. Don't worry; she agreed with me on that day she would keep it a secret." So Stacy wouldn't go blabbing it around, that's good. "Yeah, she believed the whole nudist story, which I suppose is partially true. Although there's more to it than that, if you know what I mean," I'm not sure if I did actually. I suppose it was a little different though, what a nudists does and what Jessie does. "You're really the only one who knows the full extent of it all." It brought a smile to my face knowing I was the only one close enough. Stacy had to catch her by accident, but she openly shared it with me. I guess though that was more of a result of us just being the best of friends. It embarrassed me knowing this meant that I was the only one she stripped. Am I that wishy washy around her? Chores were done, and it was already time for dinner, although for us I suppose it would be more like a lunch. Jessie again hit the kitchen. It had been 24 hours I was naked with her. I know it's stupid, but I still felt awkward sitting at the dinner table, my breast just sitting out in the open. I knew she wouldn't stare at them or anything, but I still felt very exposed. After dinner and clean up though, rather than going to watch some movies, Jessie announced she was going to take a shower. She said I could have a turn after her. I sat on the couch, waiting for when she would be done. I could hear the water running, and the whole time I couldn't really pay any attention to the TV. All I could think about was Jessie naked in the shower, scrubbing her body down. I know it's stupid that if I see her naked all the time that I still fantasize about it, but I have a hard time getting her out of my mind. It's a good thing I could hear the water shut off. Had I not, Jessie could have walked out at any time and caught me with my hand between my legs! I didn't even mean to put it there, it just sort of drifted there. I'm serious! Of course Jessie didn't come out of the bathroom into the living room wrapped up in a towel. She walked out, her whole sleek body naked from head to toe. She had a towel in hand, but it did nothing to hide her body. "Your turn," she informed me as she plopped on the couch. I got up and headed towards the bathroom. I closed the door and started the water. I was hoping that maybe this shower would cool me off a little. Sadly the thoughts of her showering came back. Just moments before Jessie had been naked in this same shower. I couldn't help but picture her with me. The water, suds, and our bodies. There wouldn't be much room, so surely we'd be bump into each other innocently. Maybe she'd look into my eyes, and suddenly wrap an arm around me. She'd offer to help clean me off, giggling in her cute way. I could just picture her hands running across my body. I'd oh so happily offer my body to hers. She wants to see it naked? Let her! She wants to feel every inch? Let her! Anything she wants? Let her! I'd moan and wiggle beneath her touch. For so long I waited for a moment like this. She was so beautiful, she was such a great person, and I felt I could share anything with her. We'd be so happy together. I'd devote everything I'd have to her. I could feel her hand between my legs. I was so close to the end I could tell. "Please, just a little more," I moaned, wanting her to finish it. I wanted it to be her. I wanted it to be her hand. "Oh please, right there, just a little..." I said as I cut myself off. I wasn't able to say much more than a few pants and moans. I pushed my mound against the hand. "Oops, sorry," Jessie said. Wait, why was she sorry? She was doing so well. That's when it hit me though. I was not in the shower with Jessie. That is to say, we weren't both in the shower making love. I was making love to myself, as usual, just picturing it was Jessie. However to my shock and humiliation, Jessie was there in the shower too! She had her upper body slipped between the wall and shower curtain. She had popped in to tell me something. "I didn't mean to intrude, just wanted to let you know I left a clean towel on the sink counter. I'll leave you be now," she said no more, and just giggled as she left. I had been frozen the whole time. She had just walked in to find me moaning and panting, up against the wall, my hand between my legs, in her shower. I just looked at her as I saw a smile on her face, her eyes doing a quick up and down. There was no denying what she saw. I was far too embarrassed and shocked to continue. Frustrating to think about now, but I really couldn't finish. What did Jessie think of me now? I bet she thought I was a real freak or something. I mean who masturbates in their friend's shower? I stood under the water just worrying for awhile. I wish I had known she was coming in. It was because of that damn door without a handle though. She probably just opened it up, it not making much noise. She probably didn't think too much of interrupting me. I mean all I was doing was showering; she'd seen me naked plenty of times. I eventually got cleaned up and began toweling off. I really wanted to put something on, some clothes or something. Yet I didn't have anything with me. The best I could do was wrapping the towel around me. It took forever to work up the courage to open the door and leave the bathroom. Jessie was lying on the couch as I expected. She looked up at me and smiled warmly. I don't know if she was smiling because she was mocking me in some way, or if what she saw didn't really affect her. Yet it was so sweet and inviting of a look, I decided I wouldn't go run and find my stuff and get dressed. I sat at the end of the couch near her feet. She got sat up and got off the couch. "I can take the towel to get it washed." She explained. I wondered with the way she dresses if a normal load of clothes would even be that much stuff. She could probably gets away with not doing laundry for a month! Reluctantly, I took off the towel and gave it to her. She walked off with it, and I was again naked. It was driving me crazy a little though. I hadn't a clue how she actually felt about catching me. Normally I don't have to worry about her keeping secrets or anything. I mean she strips naked anywhere anytime she wants with me around. She isn't afraid to admit it's thrilling for her. Yet her catching me doing what I did, she had nothing to comment on? I sat worried until she came back. Yet as if nothing was weird she just checked what was on TV and we sat there and watched. We talked a bit, but I guess Jessie could tell I wasn't very talkative. We still didn't mention what happened though. I wasn't able to bring it up since I was far too humiliated, and I couldn't tell why Jessie wouldn't. Soon we were getting sleepy though. It was again time for bed. It looked like it would be the two of us in the same bed again, although I didn't feel right about it. I felt so dirty and naughty; I wasn't really worthy to be in the same bed as Jessie. I bet this whole time she wasn't even thinking about what happened in the bathroom. She probably just saw it and forgot about it, not seeing it as a big deal. I really couldn't leave the subject alone. I had to say something. "Jessie?" "Yes Megs?" Jessie asked as she started to situate herself under the covers. It was distracting to feel her naked hips bumps against mine as she did this. "About earlier, I'm sorry that..." I didn't even know how to put it. I was blushing like crazy again, and I didn't know what to say. Just bringing it up again was worrying me. What did she think of it? I was so scared of her disapproving or finding me to be a weirdo. I mean, the girl I love might think I'm some sort of sick or dirty person. I wasn't sure if I wanted to talk about it, or just die of shame. "Oh that, don't' apologize for that." "But," I tried saying. I didn't want her to just push this to the side. I knew it wasn't just something she could just ignore happened. "It's really ok. I mean you aren't the first person to pleasure herself in there. I also know what's like to be away from home without too many chances to have a little private time. I should apologize again for not knocking. I wasn't thinking." Jessie turned over and gave me a small hug to try and reassure me. If it wasn't for the blankets between us, that hug probably would have been a little more sensual. My mind jumps to those kind of thoughts far too often! I didn't even have anything to say after that right away. I still felt bad, since she didn't know I was doing that while fantasizing about her. I feel embarrassed just admitting a fact like that here too. Yet at the same time, knowing she was Ok with it did make me feel a lot better. Knowing that she just hinted at doing the same thing I just did was a nice thought too. "Thanks," I tried saying, but all I got in return from Jessie were a few mumbles. She was pretty quick to fall asleep. I tried sleeping too, but too much had happened that day to fall asleep. There were a lot of embarrassments, but also good portions too. I spent a lot of time with Jessie, and that maybe made it all worth it. I wanted to tell her how I felt, but I couldn't risk losing this friendship. I suddenly felt Jessie's weight roll over on me. Just like the night before, I guess she was looking for her large pillow she mentioned. "Jes?" I asked, yet she didn't respond. I just smiled though and tried to relax. For now we were only friends, but at least for tonight I can pretend it was a little more than that. Maybe one day I will be able to say something, and moments like this in bed would be a little more than an accident on her part. The End P.S. Although it's embarrassing to admit this to you all, I think it's helping too. Maybe I can't tell Jessie yet, but telling all of you lets me get it off my chest a little. Maybe in the future I'll share more. Although I sort of wish more wouldn't happen so my life can just sort of settle down for awhile...

Missy Becomes An Exhibitionist by Lisasuzanne Chapter 8 Spring Break Continues. On our next day of vacation in Cancun we woke up to the sound of housekeeping knocking on the door. We yelled for them to come back later. I looked at the clock and it was just after 10 am. I was still very tired from our trip yesterday and the naked adventures in the hotel bar. But it didn't make sense to waste our trip sleeping, so I got up and opened the curtains a little bit to let the sun in. The beach was already filling up and it looked gorgeous outside. I crawled back into bed and jostled Matt to wake him up. He slowly came out of his sleep as I gently rubbed his cock to attention. After last night, I needed a good fucking. I climbed on top of Matt and positioned him at my entrance. We developed a rhythm with me bouncing up and down on top of him. After a couple of minutes, Matt grabbed me around the waist, and we rolled to the side, and he finished inside me. It was short, but just what the doctor ordered. We held each other for a few minutes before Kim quietly opened the door between the two rooms and came in. She said, "Are you guys awake?" Matt and I both rolled over and looked toward the door to see Kim standing there wearing only a skimpy pair of white lace panties. She obviously had just gotten out of bed and her long blonde hair was mussed up and she was rubbing her eyes because of the light coming through the curtains I had opened. She looked SUPER HOT! I squeezed Matt's cock and whispered to him, "Mmmmm, check her out!" He didn't say anything, but I know he enjoyed the sight. Finally, I said, "Yeah, we were just getting ready to get up." Kim came over and sat on the foot of the bed and said, "Lisa is in the shower. We need to decide what to do today." Matt and I were both sitting up in bed now, staring at the nearly naked Kim. I couldn't help but scoot down the bed and give her a hug. My pointy nipples poked into her back, and I reached around and toyed with her nipples, quickly bringing them to attention. Matt just watched as we made small talk for a couple of minutes while I continued to manipulate her nipples. Kim let out a couple of sighs that let me know she liked what I was doing. Lisa then came sauntering in fresh from her shower, completely naked and drying her hair with a towel! WOW, she looked as hot as Kim! Matt's mouth dropped open as he watched her approach the bed and sit next to Kim. She said, "So, what's the plan for today?" Kim, Matt and I all just kind of said, "Ummmmm...we don't know yet." Lisa said, "Go get a shower and let's get going!" She turned to look at Matt, who was nearly drooling, then got off the bed and walked around to his side and pulled him into a hug with her tits smothering his face! She said, "how you feeling big boy?" He answered, "I definitely don't have any complaints!" She continued to tease him be by propping her right leg up on the bed and running her fingers over her pussy right in front of Matt's face! She asked him, "Do you think I should shave today?" as she used her fingers to separate her pussy lips for him. He said, "I don't know, I can't quite tell from here." "Well, check it out and let me know." After a quick glance over to me to make sure I wasn't mad, Matt leaned in closer to examine her pussy better. Then, he reached out and brushed his fingers lightly over her pubic hair and then ran them around her lips and up and down the crease of each leg. Lisa let out an "mmmmm" as he did this and leaned her head back to enjoy his ministrations. After a few seconds of this, Matt said, "There is a little stubble there, you might want to shave." Lisa said, "You want to do the honors for me?" "Yeah, sure, I'll go shower while you get ready," Matt eagerly said. Lisa spun away from him and headed back to her room, presumably to get a razor. Kim looked at me and said, "I could use a shave too, want to help me out?" How could I refuse? "Certainly, I'll do you after my shower," I said. Kim went next door to get ready for me and I hopped out of bed to join Matt in the shower. I LOVED these large showers! We didn't waste much time as we were both anxious to play with Kim and Lisa. We soaped each other, quickly rinsed and got out. Matt's cock was beginning to come to life again as we dried and hung the towels over the shower door. Matt took my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom. Lisa was sitting on a towel on the end of our bed with some shaving cream and a razor, which she handed to Matt. Kim had not returned yet. Matt walked over to Lisa with his cock nearly at full mast now. She grabbed ahold of it and stroked him a few times as I took a seat on the bed next to her. She laid back on her elbows with her feet propped up on the bed and Matt squirted a small amount of shaving gel on his fingers and began rubbing it around her crotch. Lisa giggled as she noticed a drop of shaving gel on Matt's cock. I leaned forward and pulled on it while he rubbed the shaving cream on her. When he finished applying the gel, he pulled away from my hand that was stroking his cock, to get the razor. He stepped back between her legs, put one hand on each side of her ass and pulled her all the way to the edge of the bed. His cock was bouncing up and down with his pulse and a string of pre-cum began to dangle off of it. He timidly asked Lisa how she wanted it trimmed. Lisa said, "Just clean up the edges, I don't want it shaved completely." Matt started to glide the razor around Lisa's pussy and then he used the fingers on his other hand to pull her pussy lips tight so he could get a clean shave all around them. This caused Lisa to moan slightly and lay back on the bed as she started to get heated up. She wasn't the only one getting heated up! I was starting to juice myself and the pre-cum was streaming out of Matt's dick! I glanced over to the door between our rooms and saw Kim with her phone taking video as she absentmindedly ran her fingers through her pubic hair. I motioned for her to come closer to get a better shot of the action. She focused in on Lisa's crotch and the razor gliding around it. Matt was really taking this seriously, like a surgeon in the operating room! He asked for a towel to wipe her mound clean, so I quickly went to the bathroom and got a face towel and handed it to him. Matt took the towel and cleaned up her crotch to examine his work. He found a little stubble and tried to clean it up, but the area was dry now. So he ran two fingers over her pussy lips to get some lubrication and smeared it over the area! With a couple more strokes of the razor, he had her perfectly trimmed. He straightened up, to admire her pussy while still standing between her legs. Kim moved closer and turned her phone to Matt's pulsing cock. Another drop of pre-cum oozed over the head and dangled below, slowly stretching downward. We all watched in amazement as it eventually landed on Lisa's pussy lips and comingled with the juice leaking out of her. Her lips were so sensitive that she felt the drop hit her pussy and let out a deep sigh! Matt's cock was so hard, the pee hole was gaping open and you could actually see the pre-cum flowing from the tip down the string connected to Lisa's pussy lips! Matt set the razor on the bed beside Lisa, who was still laying on her back with her feet up on the bed. Lisa didn't make any move to get up, so Matt put his right thumb on her clit and pressed down on it. Then, he used his left index finger to break the string of pre-cum running from his cock to her pussy and collected the juice. He used it to lubricate his fingers and placed them at the entrance to her pussy. With his right thumb now making circles on Lisa's clit, his left hand fingers separated her lips. He teased her opening for a few seconds until Lisa bucked forward and his fingers disappeared deep inside. Lisa was gyrating her hips as Matt's fingers plunged in and out of her sloppy, wet hole! Kim nudged me with an elbow as she walked past me and stood behind Matt. She pressed her pussy against his ass and reached around to grab his cock with her left hand and held her phone around Matt's right side to continue recording. When she squeezed his cock, another glob of crystal clear pre-cum ran out and streamed down to Lisa's pussy! Kim nodded toward me and then toward Lisa, telling me to go play with her. I climbed on the bed on my hands and knees and started teasing her nipples. I rubbed, pinched and pulled on them while Matt finger banged her. Suddenly, Lisa reached between my legs and grabbed my thigh, pulling one of my legs over her head so that I was now straddling her with my pussy directly over her face! I was facing Matt and Kim and could see that Kim was stroking his cock vigorously. Then, I felt Lisa's tongue just graze my pussy lips. That sent a chill over my entire body and I let out a loud moan. I was rocking back and forth on her tongue, when I heard Matt groan. I looked up just in time to see gobs of his cum spurting onto Lisa's chest and belly! She was moaning and panting into my pussy as Matt continued to finger her. She came next in a bucking orgasm, which caused me to cum almost immediately after that! I collapsed down onto Lisa's chest with my face just inches from her pussy. I could feel Matt's warm cum practically adhering me to Lisa. Matt leaned forward on top of me, with Kim on his back. We laid there in a sweaty, cum covered heap for a couple of minutes while we recovered. Then, Kim got off the pile and laid on her back next to Lisa. After laying there for a few more minutes catching our breath, I noticed Kim rubbing her pussy. I realized that she was the only one that hadn't cum yet. I think Matt and Lisa realized this at about the same time. Lisa jumped up off the bed and patted Kim on the thigh as she scurried past her. She said, "I'll be right back." She returned in just a few seconds, carrying a large pink dildo! Matt and I sat up to watch. She propped Kim's feet up on the bed and began rubbing the tip of the dildo over her pussy lips. Matt went around to the other side of the bed and we each toyed with a nipple as we watched Lisa plunge the dildo into Kim's pussy. Matt reached down and rubbed Kim's clit, while Lisa increased the speed of her pumping and started twisting it as it went in and out of her! It wasn't long before Kim was writhing and bucking to meet the Lisa's thrusts. She screamed as she came, and Lisa gradually slowed her pumping as Matt withdrew his finger from her clit. Lisa made one final push with the dildo and left it buried deep in Kim's pussy as we all rested with her. Once Kim had come down from her orgasm enough to speak, she said "Oh fuck, that was great!" I looked at the clock and it was a little past 11 am now. We had been at it for an hour! Then, there was another knock at the door, "Housekeeping!" I yelled, "Give us 20 minutes and we'll be out, OK?" There was no response. We knew we were going to have to get out of there soon, or we wouldn't get the rooms cleaned. Kim still had the dildo buried in her pussy and as she stood up and it slowly slipped out of her with a plop and fell to the floor. We all laughed at the sexy scene. We all needed another shower now! So, I led Matt to the bathroom and turned on the water. To both of our surprise, Lisa came pulling Kim by the arm into our bathroom! We all squeezed into the shower and quickly washed each other off. Kim turned the shower off and I stepped out, followed by Matt, Lisa and then Kim. There weren't enough towels for all of us, so Kim and Lisa just walked out to go to their room and get towels. A couple of seconds later, we heard a shriek from Kim. Matt and I ran out of the bathroom to see what was going on and found Kim and Lisa standing naked in their room, dripping wet in front of the maid! Apparently while we were showering, housekeeping knocked on their door and not getting any response, went in to clean. The maid apologized profusely and Lisa just laughed and said, "It's not a problem, we'll get dressed and be out of here in 2 minutes." Matt and I had a little chuckle and went back into our room to finish getting ready. We were looking forward to the beach, so Matt put on his suit and gathered the sunblock and sunglasses etc. I grabbed my pink bikini and pulled the bottoms on and got the top ready. Matt looked at me and said, "Sure you want to put that on?" As he nodded his head toward my crotch. Shit! I can't get dressed in the room. I quickly pulled the bottoms off before Kim and Lisa caught me. It was none too soon, as a few seconds later they both came wandering into our room. Lisa looked at me and said, "Good for you, you remembered the rule this time!" I glanced over at Matt and gave him a wink. Matt had my swimsuit in his hands and asked if I wanted to take anything else. I handed him a t-shirt and decided against shorts since I planned to be on the beach all day anyway. Once we had everything together, Matt opened the door and went out into the hallway with Lisa and Kim right behind him. I took a quick look out and saw the housekeeping cart parked right between our rooms. OK, this was going to be awkward, but screw it, I thought. I confidently walked out of the room buck naked and Matt handed me my bikini and t-shirt. I decided to have a little fun with the maids and set my suit and shirt on top of their cart. I bounced my tits with my hands a couple of times and grabbed my top, making a show of putting it on. I then pulled the t-shirt over my head, leaving my pussy bare. The maid that was cleaning the rooms on the other side of the hall was there now too. I looked up at the maid that had caught Kim and Lisa naked and she was staring at me with her hands on her hips. I smiled at her, picked up the bikini bottom and pulled it on, wiggling my ass for them. She shook her head with a little smile and gave me a couple of sarcastic claps as I joined Matt, Lisa and Kim! It was already about noon, so we thought we would head down to the lunch bar first and get a burger. They had an outdoor lunch area where burgers and hot dogs were served. We got a table and ate without incident this time. Kim and Lisa then decided to go off by themselves to see what was happening around the resorts. That gave Matt and me some time alone, so we decided to go lay on the beach for a while and soak up the sun. We lubed each other up with sunblock and just tanned for a couple of hours. Matt was getting thirsty, so he went to the bar and brought back a couple of beers for us as we talked about what to do next. There weren't any parties going on at our resort, but down the beach, there appeared to be a large party tent with lots of people and music. We strolled that way and found there was a $20 charge to get in. Matt paid the money for each of us and we joined the party. The pool area was really crowed with rowdy spring breakers and the alcohol was flowing. The pool was full of girls and guys drinking and partying. Some of the girls were topless and the guys were hooting and hollering. We struck up some conversations with other partiers, but we didn't say anything about our naked adventures. The DJ was trying to get girls to come up for some sort of contest, but I told Matt that I didn't want to get involved in those. After another couple of hours at the party, we got a little bored and decided to go have a swim. We ran hand in hand into the surf and played for a few minutes. That's when I confided to Matt that I had an urge to get naked again. He laughed and said, "You really love it don't you?" I said, "Yeah, it just makes me feel so good to be naked and knowing that others are watching. I don't know what I'm going to do when Kim and Lisa graduate in a couple of months and they aren't around to make me do silly things anymore." Matt then surprised me by saying, "When we get home, what would you think about you and I making Carly our little naked project? You and I could think up adventures for her just like Kim and Lisa have done for you. And, you could always feel free to join her if you want." I was beaming from ear to ear as I said, "Oh, Matt, I love that idea!" I kissed him deeply as my hand went under the water and squeezed his now hard dick. I said, "I'm so excited. I need to get naked!" Matt said, "Well, what's stopping you? Give me your swimsuit." I quickly untied my top and handed it to Matt. We were in the water at about shoulder depth, so I had to duck under the water to slide my bottoms off. When I emerged with my bottoms in hand, I tossed them to Matt, and he started heading toward the sand. I said, "Hey where are you going?" He replied, "I'm going to put your suit up with our towels and I'll be right back." "What if somebody steals it?" I asked. "That is a chance we'll just have to take, I guess," He replied as he exited the water. I watched him toss my suit on top of our towels and turn to come back to me. He didn't even cover it up, just left the suit sitting on top of the towels for everybody to see. People were noticing as they walked by, and they would look out into the ocean in my direction. Many suspected I was naked, but nobody said anything. Matt swam back out to me, and we hugged, splashed around and played like kids in the ocean, with me completely naked and my suit on the shore. Pretty soon, we heard Kim and Lisa calling for us from the beach. We turned to look in their direction and scanned the shoreline for them. It was hard to find them with all the people on the beach, but eventually, we saw Kim waving her arms. They were trying to yell to us, but we couldn't hear what they were saying. Then, Lisa began waving my bikini around above her head! This could be trouble, I thought, and I asked Matt what we should do. He said, "We better go see what they want." "I'm naked," I said. Matt said, "I'm very well aware of that. That is what you wanted wasn't it? Might as well get it over with. You know they aren't going to bring your suit to you." I said, "You could go get it for me." "You think they are going to let me do that? No way. Come on, let's just go" he said. He grabbed me by the hand and started pulling me toward the shore. I was getting more scared by the second as my boobs slowly came out of the water and then my pussy. Matt was holding one hand and I tried to cover my pussy with the other, but my nudity was soon discovered by the partiers around us, and a loud shout and whistles erupted. Matt and I quickly scurried to where Kim and Lisa were waiting. Matt kept away the gropers as we made our way to them. Kim and Lisa were laughing when we reached them, and I held out my hand to Lisa asking for my suit. She yanked it out of my reach and said, "Not yet. Please explain what is going on here." Matt and I just looked at each other and finally, I sheepishly explained, "We were just playing around and I got a little excited and wanted to be naked in the water. I didn't know Matt was going to take my suit to the beach." Lisa asked if I was still excited and I had to admit that I was, but was a little scared too with all of the guys around that could easily try to start something. Kim said, "We'll make sure nothing happens. Besides, there are all kinds of girls who are topless." She was right about the topless girls, but I was completely naked and that was a whole different story. It was getting to be about 5 pm now and Kim asked what we wanted to do that night. We all sat down on our towels to talk about it, with me being the only naked one. It was a completely normal conversation, outside the fact that I was naked and guys kept walking by and whistling and making comments. I was really uncomfortable and kept my head on a swivel for cops or other trouble. I still wasn't sure how far they would let things go nudity wise and didn't want to end up in a Mexican jail. Eventually, it was decided that we would go to the club district that night and check that out. We had some time yet before going there and we decided to go back to the hotel where they grill food for the evening meal by the pool as an alternative to the hotel restaurants. We all got up and packed up our towels and stuff. Kim, Lisa and Matt turned and started walking toward the hotel. I scurried to catch up to them and yelled, "Hey, I'm still naked!" Kim said, "You're fine, come on." I complained a bit, but it was useless. They weren't going to give me my bikini back just yet. We had a long walk through the sand back to the hotel because we had been a couple of resorts down the beach from ours. I was getting all kinds of comments, stares attempts to touch me, which made me feel really self- conscious. Eventually, I decided I would be better off embracing my situation than looking like a deer in headlights. So, I began making comments back and giving high fives to the guys who reached out to me. It made the walk much more tolerable. When we finally got to our hotel pool area, we could smell the food grilling. Kim, Lisa and Matt walked up the short set of stairs from the beach to the pool area, leaving me standing at the bottom of the steps, naked as the day I was born. Matt stopped at the top of the steps and looked back to me. He said "They are already up at the bar, so you might as well come." I said, "I can't come up there like this!" Just then, Kim appeared next to Matt and she yelled down to me, "We checked with the bartender and they said they don't have any problem with you being naked, there is nudity in the pool area all the time." I'm sure THEY don't have any problem with me being naked! I had no choice, so I trotted up the steps and took refuge beside Matt as I looked around the pool area. It wasn't too crowded yet because it was a little early for dinner. Kim had gone back and joined Lisa in the food line. Matt dragged me by the hand and led me through the maze of pool loungers to the food line directly behind Kim and Lisa. I can't believe I'm doing this, I thought as I grabbed a plastic plate and followed Matt to one of the guys manning the grill. The guy's eyes got wide as he saw me standing there bare assed naked, but he simply said, "miss?" as he pointed to the grille to ask me what I wanted. I got a small piece of steak and continued following Matt down the line where I got some vegetables and a roll. When Matt and I reached the end of the food line, we looked around the pool area for Kim and Lisa. They waved and motioned for us to join them on the pool loungers to eat. We made our way over to them and sat down on the loungers with our food. There weren't any tables for our plates, so we had to figure out how to eat like this. I put one leg on each side of the lounger and sat down with my plate of food between my legs. This brought the stark realization of my nakedness back to my mind! My legs were splayed open, giving everybody a clear view of my pussy! Kim said, "Nice beaver shot Missy! And, it looks like that pussy is pretty wet too!" I blushed deeply at the remark, but knew it was true. All three of them were staring at my oozing pussy as I tried to eat. While we ate, guys were making excuses to walk past our area, even though we were kind of off to the side and there were more direct ways to get to the food line. There were a couple of topless girls in the pool, so I felt a little more at ease, but was still pretty uncomfortable with my pussy on display. The uncomfortable feeling seems to be what I live for now. The excitement of being on display had my pussy juicing so much that the lounger was wet under me and my nipples were hard and pointy! When we finished eating, Kim gathered all the napkins and disposable items to take to the garbage. Lisa told me to gather the plates and silverware and pointed to some tubs up by the grills, telling me to take them up there. She obviously wanted to push me to flaunt my nudity even more. Matt asked if I wanted him to go with me and I said, "No I can do it." With all the dirty plates in hand, I weaved my way through the pool loungers, that were nearly all full of people now, and made my way to the dish tubs at the front. Very few people said anything as I passed, they just stared with their mouths hanging open at my brazenness. After dropping the plates in the dish tubs, I turned and made the trip back to our loungers with every eye in the place on me. By the time I returned, one of them had gotten a round of beers for us all and they were lying back on the loungers enjoying a drink. I joined them and began to relax a little with my beer. All three of them were asking me questions about how it felt to walk around naked in the pool area for everyone to see. I said, "I still can't believe I'm even doing this, but it is so exciting and feels so good to just be naked! I'm incredibly embarrassed and a little scared, but the adrenaline rush is addicting." Kim asked, "Is that why you were naked in the ocean when we walked up?" I said, "I guess so, I just had an urge to be naked." I was getting more and more excited by the moment and Matt, Kim and Lisa questioning me about it just pushed me more toward the line of being out of control horny! Finally Kim said, "Well, I could use a nap before we go to the clubs tonight. How about we meet up at 9 o'clock and figure out how to get to the bars?" We all agreed a nap would be a good idea and started to get up to head to our rooms. Of course, I was still naked, so I looked at Lisa who said, "Come with me." We all followed her back up to the area where the hotel staff was grilling. We stopped in front of the guy who had served me the steak and Lisa pulled my bikini from her bag and held it out to the man. She said to him, "Sir, my friend needs some help getting her suit on. Would you be willing to help her?" He smiled and said, "Si, si I help," as Lisa handed him my top. The guy held it out and had me turn around so he could put it on me. I was suddenly facing the crowd in the pool area like I was on stage giving a performance. Every eye in the place was on me. The guy took his time getting my top on as he ogled my boobs, but he didn't try to touch or grope me. When he fastened the top behind me, Lisa held up my bikini bottoms and showed them to the crowd like she was displaying a prize on a game show. There were actually some boos from the crowd. I guess they wanted me to stay naked. Lisa eventually handed the guy my bikini bottoms. He came around in front of me knelt down and held them up for me to step into. I began to lift my right leg when I saw the guy's eyes grow huge. I looked down and to my horror, saw a trail of pussy juice streaming down my thighs, revealing my excitement! I blushed deeply again and covered my face with my hands in an attempt to hide my embarrassment. Peeking through my fingers, I saw the guy still there with his face directly even with my dripping pussy, just staring. He reached out a finger and ran it through the juice dribbling down my leg and turned to show it to the mesmerized crowd. They all cheered as they realized that my pussy was dripping from my excitement! Matt tapped the guy on the shoulder, signaling him to get on with it so that he didn't get any ideas about touching me any further. The guy was still holding my bikini bottom out, so I again raised my right leg to step into it, which gave him a great view of my soaking wet pussy! Once the right leg was in, I repeated the process with the left leg, again giving the guy a great view of my open pussy. With both feet in, the guy slowly began to slide the bottoms up my thighs, with his face just inches away from my pussy. When the bikini panty was fully covering my pussy, the guy surprised me by running his index fingers under the leg hem around my butt to stretch the bottom tight. Then he did the same in front to get the fabric out of my crack and fully covering my pussy! His fingers lightly grazed my pubic hair and pussy lips, nearly causing me to orgasm in front of everybody! The guy stood up, smiled at me and Lisa thanked him for his help as we turned to head inside. The whole pool area was buzzing from what they had just witnessed. Once inside, we made our way to the elevator lobby and Kim pushed the button. My head was still swimming and I felt like I was on the verge of orgasm as we stood there waiting for the elevator in silence. We could see by the lights that the elevator was descending to the lobby, so Kim said, "Matt, why don't you go ahead and take that suit off her now so that we don't have any mistakes with the rules when we get to the room?" Matt looked at me, but I was in my own world at that time and hadn't even comprehended anything that was said. All of a sudden, I felt the bikini top slide off me again, just as the bell sounded for the elevator reaching the lobby. The doors slid open and some people got off as we moved past them to get on. Two other guys got on with us and the doors slid shut. Then I felt my bikini bottoms sliding down my thighs! I was still in a daze, but looked down to see Matt kneeling in front of me, sliding my bottoms off! I absentmindedly stepped out of them and Matt handed the bikini to Lisa. He stayed crouched in front of me and started to run his fingers through the copious amount of pussy juice that was still flowing from me. His fingers began exploring my pussy and I was rocking back and forth against him. My breathing was heavy and my heart was pounding as he started to work two fingers up into me! I leaned back against the elevator wall to allow Matt to finger fuck me and then heard the bell ding as the elevator stopped at the fourth floor. The two guys that had got on with us reluctantly stepped out on the fourth floor and the doors slid shut again. I was moaning now as Matt continued to thrust two fingers up into me while the elevator climbed to the 6th floor. He had me going really good by the time the doors opened up on our floor. Suddenly, I felt Matt's fingers withdraw and I looked at him pleadingly. He said, "Come on, this is our floor." I could barely even comprehend what he was saying, so he pulled me by the hand out of the elevator. As we started down the hall to our room, Matt gave me a swat on the ass that echoed down the hall and caused Kim and Lisa to turn and look. It also caused me to nearly have an orgasm right there! When we finally made it to our room, Matt unlocked the door and we tumbled onto the bed. Matt dove between my legs and licked my wet pussy until I exploded in orgasm! He then pulled me to the end of the bed and gave me a great fucking until we both fell asleep from exhaustion. We slept for a couple of hours and then got up to get ready to go out for the night. We both showered and Matt got dressed, while I stayed naked to follow the rules and gathered my outfit for the evening. When we were ready, we used the adjoining door to Kim and Lisa's room and waited for them to finish getting ready. Once they were ready, I handed Matt my clothes and purse as we headed out the door. The door closed behind me and I followed the others down the hall. I assumed we would do the same routine with me getting dressed in the elevator on the way down to the lobby. When we reached the elevators, we waited briefly and the doors slid open. Luckily, nobody was on it. Matt, Kim and Lisa stepped in and I started in too when Lisa put her hand to my chest and stopped me. She said, "We are taking the elevator, why don't you take the stairs and meet us in the lobby. And don't waste too much time, or we'll leave your ass here!" I was stunned as I looked at her questioningly. Matt started to get out of the elevator to accompany me, but Lisa told him I should do this by myself. I told Matt it was OK and the doors slid shut. Now, I was in the hall of our hotel completely naked with no room key! There was no choice but to make my way down to the lobby and try to find them. I'm sure they won't be waiting at the stairwell for me. That wouldn't be any fun! I wasn't even sure where the stairs were, so I peeked out into the hallway and looked each direction. There was an exit sign at each end of the hall, which I assumed would be the stairs. Which one should I take? I heard a door open from one end of the hall, so I dashed out to the vending area and hid behind the ice machine, hoping they weren't coming for ice. I watched as two guys and a girl walked past the vending area toward the elevators. Once they entered the elevator lobby, I wasted no time going to the other end of the hall in a full sprint toward the door. I reached the door and entered the stairwell. It was a little dark and damp and the concrete was kind of cold on my feet. I wasn't really worried about coming across somebody here, so I quickly made my way down six flights of stairs to the first floor. There was just a little skinny window in the door, and I couldn't really tell if anybody was around, so I cracked the door open and peeked out. I only saw a few people milling around in the lobby, but they were quite a ways away. There was no sign of Matt, Kim or Lisa. What am I going to do? This was the first time that I was naked in public without one of the others there to keep me safe. It was really scary. I didn't think they would actually leave me if I took too long, but didn't want to test them either. I took another peek out the door and saw no signs of Matt, Kim or Lisa again. Should I go up to the second floor and try the stairwell at the other end of the hall? That might take too long. Oh man, I was scared, excited and anxious all at the same time. I took another peek out and saw some large potted plants and chairs etc. that would give me some cover. So, I crept slowly out the door at first then sprinted to the first plant and took cover. I still didn't see the others, so I scurried from behind the plant and hid behind a big chair. I was getting dangerously close to the lobby and front desk now and there was a lot more noise and people around. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I still didn't see Matt, Kim and Lisa! Finally, I saw them in a seating area with a couch and three big chairs just around the corner from the front desk. They were looking around but hadn't seen me. I waited until they were looking my way and popped my head out from behind the chair and waved to them. Kim held up my clothes and motioned for me to come to them. I shook my head and she made a motion as if they were going to leave. I held my hands up in defeat and started to plot how I was going to get to them without getting caught. I decided I was just going to have to make a run for it. After screwing up the courage, I covered my pussy with one hand and my boobs with the other arm and darted out from behind the chair. There was a door that was shut, so I put my back against the door and hid momentarily while checking for any other hiding spots between me and them. I noticed my pussy was wet again and my fingers lightly danced over my pussy lips. What am I doing? There is no time for this. Suddenly, I heard some noises behind me and I bolted out of the doorway toward Matt, Kim and Lisa. This time, I didn't stop until I reached them at the seating area. Several people saw me and were staring, but nobody tried to come over. I plopped down on the couch in between Kim and Lisa. Lisa slowly started gathering my clothes while I squirmed on the couch with my head on a swivel looking for possible trouble. Lisa handed me my bra and I quickly put it on. Next, she gave me my panties after holding them up to let everybody that was near see them. I quickly slid them on and felt a little more relaxed now that I was at least covered. But I was still sitting in the lobby of the hotel in my bra and panties! Lisa gave me my blouse and skirt and I finished dressing. When I stood to put the short skirt on, Kim noticed a wet spot on the couch and brought it to everybody's attention. That really embarrassed me. I don't know how this can excite me so much, but it sure does! Having finally dressed, we made our way to the hotel van and got a ride to the club district. Once there, we found it extremely crowded to the point of barely being able to move. Inside the clubs was even worse with sweaty bodies everywhere. Almost all of them had some sort of wet t-shirt contest going on. The music was so loud we could barely talk to each other. The wet t-shirt contests really held no interest for any of us, so we just had a few drinks and milled around. At about 1 am, we got bored and decided to head back to the hotel. The van didn't run that late, so we had to take the bus. It smelled of stale beer and sweat and it was REALLY HOT! There was probably about 20 others on the bus. We picked out seats and sat, all sweating profusely. I pulled my blouse out and fanned myself with it, complaining that I felt light headed. Lisa said, "Well, you have too many clothes on! Why don't you take them off?" "This bus is disgusting," I said. Kim came to my defense and said, "Yeah, it IS gross, let's just get back to the hotel without getting killed by these bums." Lisa nodded her approval and we rode quietly to our stop without incident. We got off at the closest stop to our hotel, but it was still about a block away, so we started walking. Lisa mentioned something about how hot she was. Without even thinking, I blurted out, "You have too many clothes on, why don't you take them off?" Uh oh, I wish I could take that back. Lisa laughed and quickly responded, "Now that we're not on that gross bus, there's nothing stopping YOU from getting naked." "But we're right by the street out in the open," I complained. Kim said, "There's hardly anybody around, it's dark and the three of us are here, so you have nothing to worry about." She was right, it was pretty deserted, but this was way different than nudity on the beach! What if a cop car drove by and saw me? I just kept on walking, hoping that the subject would be dropped, but there was no real chance of that. Finally, Lisa said, "C'mon, get naked for us! We are almost to the hotel grounds and away from the street." I looked around and reluctantly unbuttoned my blouse, slowly peeled my bra off and handed them to Lisa. All of them were just staring at me so I slid my skirt off and dropped my panties, handing them to Lisa too. My heart was pounding as we all turned and continued our walk to our hotel. I was trying to huddle up next to Matt to get some cover and Lisa didn't like that. She and Kim each took a hand and had me walk between them with Matt following behind. I kept my head on a swivel while Kim and Lisa walked normally, swinging my arms between them. In a couple of minutes, we reached the hotel property that had a long driveway up to the front doors. I was able to relax a little now that we were away from the street. The hot breeze was rustling my pubic hair and tickling my nipples! It felt so liberating! I was so excited now that I became giddy. There was a fountain about a hundred feet away from the front door. It was a boy pouring water from a bucket into the pool below. I broke free of Kim and Lisa and ran up to the fountain. I stuck my toe in the pool and found the water luke warm. It was still better than the hot humid air, so I stepped in, crouched down and let the water from the bucket held by the concrete boy pour over my head and run down my body. Even though the water wasn't cold, it cooled me down a lot. Kim was recording on her phone as Matt splashed water on me. Lisa started directing me to pose in sexy ways. I hugged the statue boy, put my nipples up to his mouth, put my hand on his butt, on my hands and knees with the water pouring onto my ass and facing up so the water poured onto my pussy. The water hitting my clit nearly caused me to cum! I arched up to meet the water streaming down and massaged my pussy and clit. Kim came around with her phone to get a better angle as I played in the water. I said to Kim, "Oh, it feels so refreshing! You should give it a try!" She just said, "I don't think so," and kept recording. I splashed around a little longer and had Matt play with my pussy before we decided it was time to move on before we got into trouble. Matt took my hand and helped me out of the fountain. I told him how good it felt to cool down. There were a couple of cat calls from off in the distance, so I hadn't gone completely unnoticed. Nobody was running towards us, so we just continued our leisurely walk toward the hotel. Matt asked if I wanted to walk on the beach before going back to the room and I eagerly agreed. Kim and Lisa said they were going to go to bed, so we parted ways at that point. Matt and I had walked a couple hundred feet before I realized Lisa had my clothes! I tried to yell to them, but they were just going through the doors of the hotel and didn't stop. Even if they had heard me, they probably wouldn't have given my clothes back anyway. Matt reassured me, "There won't be anybody on the beach anyway." "What about getting to the room?" I said. "We'll figure that out when we get there. You did it naked the other night without a problem, so we can do it again," he said. I was OK with that for now, so I took Matt's arm and walked around the side of the building on the sidewalk down to the beach. The feeling of the sand in my toes was accentuated due to my nakedness as we strolled along the beach! Matt was wrong about there being nobody on the beach. There were actually workers cleaning and setting up for the parties for the next day, but they didn't even seem to notice the naked girl. Matt took off his shirt and put it down on the sand so I could sit. He sat beside me and put his arm around my waist. He gently caressed my arm and ran his fingers over my side as we just sat and watched the waves wash up. I looked him in the eyes and said, "I wish we could stay like this forever!" He said, "Me too! I'm so lucky to have a sexy girl like you. I love you!" I practically screamed and grabbed him, kissing him deeply. "I love you too," I said as we broke our kiss. We stayed for another 15 minutes or so enjoying each other on the beach. It was really late, so we decided it was time to get some sleep. Matt stood and extended both arms, taking my by the hands to help me up. He picked up his shirt and shook out the sand, then used it to brush the sand off me. We then started to casually walk back to the hotel arm in arm. When we got close, Matt scoped around for the best way to get me inside. We tried the door by the pool, but it was locked. We tried another side door, but it was locked too. It looked like the only option was the main entrance at the front. We walked around to the front and Matt offered me his shirt and shorts. He had on briefs, so it wouldn't be too bad for him. I was just really happy at the moment and declined his offer. I said I wanted to go naked. He just smiled and opened the door for me. I walked through and Matt took my hand as we passed the front desk where a younger gal was working. She looked at me in amazement as we walked toward the elevator. I was practically gushing and wanted to scream to her "he loves me!" My body was tingling all over! We reached the elevator bank and the door opened immediately. There was nobody else on it. The door closed and started up to the 6th floor. Matt grabbed me around the waist and pulled me to him. He placed a hand on each of my butt cheeks and massaged them while kissing me. My erect nipples were poking into his bare chest. Each time he squeezed my butt, I could feel my pussy lips opening! I thrust my mound forward and he moved his left leg between my legs so that I could grind my pussy on his thigh. The elevator bell dinged and it stopped. I looked up and we were at the sixth floor already. That was the fastest elevator ride I had ever taken! I wish it would have been about ten minutes longer! Matt kissed me one more time before leading me out into the hallway. We proceeded down the hall to our room without incident and collapsed on the bed in an embrace. I quickly stripped Matt of his remaining clothes and crawled on top of him. I faced his feet with my knees on either side of his chest and stroked his beautiful cock. His hands began sliding over my butt. I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth, which caused my hips to raise up. Matt's right hand moved to my pussy and he lightly teased it. I could feel my juices being spread around. Just as I was developing a good rhythm bobbing on his cock, his fingers separated my pussy lips. I scooted back to get positioned over his mouth. When his tongue touched my clit, I went off like a rocket! I tried to keep my mouth on his cock, but the spasms from my orgasm made it impossible. So I grabbed his cock with my hand and started jerking until my tremors had subsided somewhat. I wasn't done yet. I had to have him inside me. I spun around, reached behind me, put his cock at my entrance and sank down. Matt groaned as his cock fully impaled me. I put my hands on the bed and lifted my hips to the point where just the tip of his cock was inside me and then slowly eased back down. Matt was desperately clutching the sheets trying to hold off, but it was no use. His cock erupted into me as I continued to slide up and down! Eventually, his cock slid out of me and I collapsed down on top of him. We were both panting as we laid there in a wet heap. We dozed off in each other's arms.

Mary on her Own by Jappio Part 1 Mary wasn't too thrilled to have return to school. Normally she didn't mind going back to her standard life, but she felt something was missing after a couple days of classes. Over the summer, Mary had experienced a lot. Normally she would have spent the vacation relaxing, but this year she had a lot of adventures that usually left her scared, worries, and even excited. Her friends Julie and Jenny had stripped her naked and shown her an all new world. Mary would have never been so bold on her own to do anything as crazy as getting naked in public, flashing strangers, or even walking naked around people. Julie and Jenny though felt Mary was missing something in her life, so they pushed her to try many new things. Although it often left Mary very embarrassed, Mary began to think it wasn't all bad. Something about how her heart raced, adrenaline pumped through her veins, and her senses would go into overdrive made Mary actually want to try it some more. Mary wasn't going to admit she was addicted or anything. She knew that there were a lot of risks when getting naked, and she still blushed when thinking about people seeing her. She convinced herself that if Julie and Jenny weren't pushing her, she'd never take her clothes off except to shower or change. At least that's what it was at first, but after a few mundane days in school, she realized she could use something to spice her life back up. That something she already had an idea what it was, but she was trying her best to not give in to her subconscious desires. After their first classes, the three girls had decided to get together and talk about how school was looking. It eventually though turned to them talking about the summer. Julie and Jenny kept teasing Mary, telling her how proud they were of her. Mary was relieved when they had started talking about their own adventures. Mary still didn't know much about the two girls past as far as nudity went. They usually kept most of it the secret. Mary was shocked and amazed about one of their short tales in particular. Julie was explaining about a time when she had actually locked herself out of her house naked. Apparently Julie had hid a key deep in her neighborhood, away from her house. Then after making sure her house was secure, she stripped naked, and closed the door behind her. Mary couldn't even begin to fully comprehend what it would be like to be stuck in that situation. Julie talked about it as if it was just an everyday occurrence. She shared about the close calls, the bits of flesh a few people driving by saw, and even her run in with a neighbor out for a jog. Mary wish Julie would go into more detail, it wasn't often she heard or saw Julie being pushed to her limits. Jenny and Julie both seemed like masters of the naked trade, and rarely showed any signs of worry, unlike Mary. Days passed, and Mary kept thinking about being locked out naked. Every time she thought she could picture the shock and fear it would leave on her, she kept second guessing herself. She could swear her heart would stop and she would drop over dead, or that she would tear a hole in her door just to get back in. Yet even though she thought all these horrible scary thoughts about it, something made her want to try for herself. The idea wouldn't leave her mind. She wanted something to thrill her again boring life, and she wanted to experience being locked out naked. She told herself she was nuts, normally she would never do something without Jenny or Julie there. She considered telling them about it, but she couldn't bring herself to it. She knew they would probably only tease her for being too into this stuff. They also might get the wrong idea and start pushing her even more. Mary began running more and more scenarios in her head, but instead of Julie as the star, it was her now. She pictured how she could do it. Since she was now staying in the dorms, she couldn't do it from college. She also didn't want to risk her neighbors seeing her or anyone she knew if she were to go back home for a weekend and do it from there. She started to think of a way around it though. She didn't have to lock herself out of her living quarters. She remembered the time when Julie and Jenny had the car locked and her clothes inside. That would be essentially the same. She could just lock herself out of her car naked instead. She could also choose where she was locked out. She knew a place in the town over. She knew a route she could take. It was a quiet town, and it got plenty dark during night. It wouldn't be the first time Mary walked around naked at night. During some free time Mary even drove over there just to look. She could picture just the path she would take too. It scared her, but Mary was now thinking she could do this. So Mary made a plan. She would get her work done one night, and then stay up late. The next day she had no classes, so she wouldn't need to go to bed at any time. She would leave late at night and drive into the nearby town. She'd make sure to check her path, and if all looked good, she would do it. "You must be nuts," Mary thought as she sat through her last class. She wasn't concentrating the best any more. She was a bundle of nerves thinking about her own adventure she set for herself. She knew she'd be alone this time, and she knew she probably shouldn't. Her usual rational brain told her to just relax and enjoy the boring days. Mary finished her work and was pacing in her room. She knew if she got cold feet too late, she wouldn't be able to do anything about it. She didn't want to give into this desire. She told herself she wasn't that into this stuff. Her curiosity was becoming too strong for her to fight. She also felt like she had to prove something to herself. "Yeah, I'm not doing this because I really want to. I just can't back down. I mean it shouldn't be a problem. I'm not the scared and boring girl those two think I am," and with that last thought, Mary got her keys and set off for her destination. It was late, a little past midnight. The roads were empty, and she didn't see a soul except one other car as she drove along the path she set for herself. She was becoming more and more confident that she could do this. She arrived at her main destination without seeing any more people. She had parked her car in the town's main park. Mary hoped her car wouldn't raise suspicion there, but she figured that most people would just assume she was visiting one of the nearby houses across the street. Mary took her key, and made sure the doors to her car were unlocked. She then set off across the park. She followed the paved pathway past the lamps there. She noticed they were on, and it worried her that it wouldn't be totally dark, but she knew that no one would be visiting the park so late. She exited the park on the opposite end of where she parked in a short time. She now faced a row of houses on the other side of the street. She could see their lights off and no one about. She then turned left and followed down the road. There wasn't a side walk, but there was plenty of room to walk on the grass. She had the houses on the opposite side of the street, and trees and woodland on her side. She figured she could hide in there, but she wouldn't be able to traverse the forest since it was too thick and she wouldn't know her way around it. The walk took a bit, but she knew even if naked, she would probably be able to get to hiding if any cars would come by. It was so quiet and the road was so straight and long that she figured she'd be able to see and hear them come from a far way. As she walked, Mary tried to picture herself naked right then and there. She got chills thinking about it, but she was sure it was doable. She did a test run to the trees to see how fast she could be, and she was happy with the result. The row of houses ended as the other side of the road also had trees now. This was Mary's planned finish line. After a few steps she was now crossing a bride that went over a small river. She could see up ahead the intersection where she would hide her key. Near one of the street signs there were some decretive bushes. She knew it would be a great spot. She had worried that hiding the key so close to this intersection would be risky. Not only was the risk of cars coming by more than doubled, but this part of town was where the residential area ended. It was more of business area. Past the intersection, shops lined both sides of the streets. The shopping area on Mary's side was even a strip mall with a large parking lot. Mary also noticed a car go by as she arrived. All Mary saw was that one car. There was a large break in the traffic. It was late, and the stores weren't open. Almost everyone was probably asleep. No freeway ran through town, and no one was probably out partying on a weekday night. Mary stood and again pictured herself naked. She couldn't help running her hands down her sides. She even slipped her finger tips in the waistband of her pants. "Being naked here wouldn't be so bad," Mary thought as her hands dug deeper into her pants and underwear. She subconsciously just wanted to feel her own bare skin. Her hands slid across her hips and over to her bottom. She drifted her hands across her soft cheeks and gave them a little squeeze. She pushed her pants and underwear half way down her butt. Mary again looked around both ways and then pushed her pants and underwear down to mid thigh. Again she moved her hands across her hips and around her waist. She was essentially bottomless now; the bush in front of her hid only a portion of her. She saw no one, and began push her shirt up. Mary was nervous and began breathing deeper, but it didn't stop her from raising her shirt. She clumsily lifter her bra too, letting her breast fall out into the open. She then began to slowly walk. Her pants were falling close to her knees, and she held her shirt up to her neck. She made a full lap around the bush and street sign. She was almost naked out on that street corner. She knew that it was so dead that this wouldn't be a big deal. "I could probably hide the key a little farther, I mean even if there is a car or two, I can hide until I need to cross." Mary now adjusted her clothes until she was decent. She made her quick dash across the road and began to rethink where she would put the key now. She noticed that there was a bit of an overhead ceiling all along the strip mall. There were also large pillars going all the way down. Mary noticed that there were also potted plants near each pillar. She again was trying to pretend she was naked as she traveled to those pillars. She figured the short dash only left her visible to the road for a short time, and then she could just use the columns to hide. Going down past two stores, Mary decided that the third column she was near would be good. It sounded pretty crazy in her head to be so close to all these businesses with no clothes. It wasn't much extra distance from her original plan, but Mary was still cautious to not extend the risk too much. Mary made sure the key was very well hidden. Even if she hadn't seen a soul walking about, she didn't want anyone taking her soon to be only way out of this little game. Again Mary was trying to picture being naked where she was. She looked around, and since she had only seen one car go by, and she could barely see the road from where she was, she figured it would be fine to test it out a little. This time as she pushed her pants and panties down her legs, she kicked off her shoes and stepped out of them. Mary's heart was racing. Jenny and Julie weren't there urging her on, but she was still getting naked. She looked forward to being able to brag how she did this on her own. On some levels she couldn't believe she urged herself on her own to get bottomless out in public. "You've done worse than this, this won't be bad at all," she encouraged herself. Mary was hidden by the pillar so she decided that she could keep pushing herself. She pulled her shirt up and off her body. After dropping it on her pants, Mary removed her bra so she was fully naked. She could see herself in the reflection of the dark windows of the store in front of her. Besides her socks, she was naked out here at this strip mall. The road wasn't far, and she could hear a car go by. She knew the column hid her, but she still shivered thinking about it. She tossed the idea around of just heading back naked, but she knew she had to go through with the whole plan, not just part of it. Mary made herself do a walk around the column, make sure she was Ok with this. A street light not too far into the parking lot kept her area lit well enough, and she was quite nervous. She didn't run or cover up though, and she knew she could do this. She reached for her clothes, but decided to do something different. She got her shirt, pants, and shoes back on, but pocketed her underwear. She figured walking back commando would be a good enough warm up. Walking away from her key, Mary was starting to feel pretty confident. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she felt she could actually do this. She was worried, but also getting excited. Since she no longer had a bra, she could feel the fabric of her shirt rub against her hardening nipples. She blushed thinking that even before this started her body was starting to become aroused. Mary wondered if she was just weird, or if most people got kicks from the idea of being naked in public. As she crossed the bridge, she again was picturing herself naked. Mary looked back and forward as she slid her pants down, but only enough for the back of her butt to stick out. It wasn't much, but it made Mary giggle. She gave her pants a little more of a push until a few of her hairs in front were sticking out. She ran a hand over them. She couldn't believe how bold she could be on her own. She knew since her pants were down past her hips they wouldn't stay up, but she told herself to not touch them. It didn't take long, but after just the right step they feel within an instant to her feet. It partially shocked her, but she was still enjoying herself. She covered her now exposed pussy with her hands as she wiggled her butt and pretended to be embarrassed. She tugged her pants back up her legs, but still left them barely hanging on her hips. She was feeling silly letting her butt hang out like this, but she was also having fun. She was starting to think that when Julie and Jenny weren't pushing her too far, she could actually stop to enjoy this type of stuff once and awhile. Mary turned her head to houses as she passed them. She knew they were asleep, so she started to again play with her pubic hair. Her pants barely hung on, her ass was sticking out, and she was even stroking her little fur below in front of them, and yet she wasn't at too much risk. She had plenty of freedom to be a little naughty, and she was having fun with it. She giggled as her pants again slipped off. She pulled them up, but left her butt sticking out again. She started to fiddle with her shirt. She kept pulling it up and flashing the houses as she went by. She tried to convince herself to slow down, to save the fun for later. This was going to be nothing like what she had done before. She was actually doing something on her own. A mixture of worry and excitement were the most prominent emotions going on inside her, and yet she still was about to go through with it all. "It isn't as risky as past adventures," she thought, "it's on my terms, I'm in control." Part 2 She was able to keep her clothes on for the last stretch of the walk, and she was finally back in the park. She made her way to the other end and got in her car. She knew now was the moment of truth. Even though she was more confident than ever a few moments before, her hands were starting to tremble. "You can do this Mary. You just tested it all out; it will be fine, with or without clothes." She pulled her shirt up over her head. She sat topless in her car. She got her shoes and socks off, and removed her pants. She knew her underwear was still in her pocket, so she was now naked. She looked out her car windows. It was still plenty dark and she didn't see any signs of life. She folded her clothes and sat them on the passenger seat. She opened her door, and slowly got out. The lights from inside her car made her feel more revealed than she needed to be. She couldn't believe how fast her confidence was dropping. She figured that was the difference with just pulling your clothes off, and actually stepping away from them. She stayed crouched near her car door, naked and wondering what to do. She saw the lock button for her doors, and she pushed it. She heard them all click. This was going to be the moment! She stood and looked around. She was still very alone. She ran the whole route in her head. She would probably only have to hide once or twice and she wouldn't be caught. It wasn't a long distance, and it would be over in no time she thought. Yet still, she stalled her hand on the door. She knew there would be no going back, but she knew also she had to try this. With one final breath, Mary swung the door shut, and in an instant her clothes, her way home, and her fate were sealed. She was now locked out naked, and any chance to get out this easily was to travel multiple blocks completely naked! Later when Mary would think back about this adventure, the total contrast between a few moments ago, and the moment the door locked would be astounding. However at this time, she wasn't thinking anything about that. When she had been imagining this adventure, she tried to picture this moment. She didn't drop over dead, and she didn't feel she had the strength to tear a hole in her door to get back in, but she still couldn't believe what was going on. She was very naked, and she couldn't get at her clothes. She couldn't even tell how she felt. One thing was for sure, she did feel vulnerable. She felt the cold night air touching every inch of her skin. She was completely stranded. She was essentially trapped and helpless. In a few moments, the interior light of her car went off. Although the added darkness perhaps hid her more, it didn't help her chaotic mind. She now felt even more alone, adding to her vulnerability. She didn't have Julie and Jenny here to help her. She had put herself into this situation, and the fact that she did this all to herself scared her, almost as much of the idea of having to walk such a large distance naked. Mary had been confident moments earlier. She didn't know where it all went though. When she was in control, and could see no one was around, she felt like nothing could go wrong. She was able to convince herself to pull her clothes off on whims. Yet it was different now. Was it because her clothes were locked away and she couldn't choose to get dressed? Was it because now she had no choice? Was it because now there was no way of stopping or avoid the unknown? She gripped her bare body with her hands. She ran her hands across her skin. She knew she was without a stitch head to toe, but she still was trying to straighten out her mind. She was starting to remember she couldn't sit there all night. She finally began to stand, or at least stand to a semi-crouched position. She looked all around the park. A path lay before her, lights shining her way down to the other side where she would have to go. "Why did I choose this as the first obstacle?" She asked herself. She looked at her car. She could see her clothes lying on her seat. It was tortuous to know that they were so very close, but she couldn't get them. She couldn't stop herself from trying the door handle. Without surprise, the door didn't open. "Mary, you have to do this. You wanted to try it so bad, you saw it was dead out tonight, no stopping now!" she tried to convince herself. It was enough though to get her feat moving. Walking the path naked was very different than when she was clothed. The lights lining the path didn't seem nearly as bright before. The path also didn't go near the trees lining the park, so Mary would have to run fast to get to cover. Essentially, she had little chance of avoiding anyone coming by. Mary tried to tell herself no one else other than her would be out this late. Who other than someone wanting to walk around naked would be in the park so late? Mary almost chuckled at the thought of a second naked person who might be out thinking that she too would be safe at this late hour. Mary knew though that she wasn't guaranteed anything, and she couldn't shake the feeling she bit off more than she could chew. Even without Jenny or Julie around she had found a way to push herself farther than she would have liked. She was starting to think she needed to start taking lessons on saying "no" to this type of stuff. Even if alone, Mary had her hands covering her body. She had an arm over her nipples and a hand between her legs. It seemed silly since she was alone, but it was the only thing that felt natural to her. It at least made her feel a little less naked, although it did make her most private of places feel less clothed since she could constantly feel them. It was quite the double edged sword. She amazed herself when she did make it to the end of the park. She didn't think she'd make that whole distance naked. She was starting to remember a little why earlier she thought this crazy idea was possible. Now in front of her lay the rows of houses that she'd have to walk in front of to get to her destination. Luckily all their lights remained off, but it sent shivers across her body to think that every house had people inside. Even if they weren't watching her, she'd be walking right by many people while completely naked. She began her walk even still; she had to get her key after all. She didn't know what she would do if it became early morning and people would start walking out their houses for work. It didn't help that she felt like she was on a stage with all the houses looking down on her. Mary was also approaching her half way point, and not a soul around. She finally dropped her arms to her sides, figuring that running to the tree line would be more than enough cover. She wasn't sure if she should be more worried because she was now even farther from her clothes, or if she should be more confident since she was closer to the key. She knew that being near her clothes wouldn't help since they were unreachable without the key, but it still felt strange walking away form them. With no cars or people to be seen though, Mary was again building confidence. She could see far up and down the road, no one was near. She started to step out onto the road itself. She did a full slow turn just to look around and to flash her body at her nonexistent audience again. She remembered back when she was just letting her pants fall or holding her shirt up. "I was plenty safe before showing my body, and had I been caught then it would have been plenty embarrassing, this is almost no different," Mary told herself. She knew though there was a difference. She had no clothing to put back on yet, and she had a lot more skin showing. She walked along the road now. Mary honestly wanted to hide, but something was nagging her. The want to push herself, the want to impress Jenny and Julie, and the want to try to be brave were all working against her. Looking around again, Mary walked over to the center of the road now. At first she just stood, but then she spun around slowly again to show herself to everything around her. She began to smile as she tried to push the fear out of her mind. She still felt vulnerable. Her body was naked, and her hands weren't even hiding it. Her legs were even slightly apart, the breeze reminding her of that fact. Yet now she was starting to feel the excitement of the whole event too. She probably had the thrill and excitement in her form the start, but now she could recognize it. The beating of her heart, the shivering going up and down her spine, and even the growing wetness between her legs was all signs of this. Mary didn't like to admit too often that these adventures of hers excited her. It was very embarrassing, and she couldn't see how stuff that was so embarrassing or scary could excite her. Yet at times like this, she couldn't just ignore it. She wasn't going to let herself get carried away, but she did continue to walk down the road towards her destination, in the center of the road. No one was around, and she felt she had to push herself. She had to force herself to be extra brave, or else she'd fall victim to her fear again. Although she was feeling more and more naked now, being out in the open again, she was able to stay in the center of the road. She was farther from her tree cover, and she could barely believe it. "Just a little more, and then I can go back," Mary thought. She eyed up the side walk near her. With a slight change in her angle, she was soon placing her fee on the side walk. Now she was on the opposite side of the road she had planned on. Mary was far from her clothes, far from the key, and even a good distance from cover. If someone did come, she'd have to hope that she was near a parked car or bush at that time. Mary looked down the road and at all the houses she would be passing. She shivered thinking about any of them looking out at her. None of her bare skin would be hidden from them. She was going to give herself a goal. She would stay on the side walk for another 2 houses. Once that was done, she'd go back to the other side of the road. Mary was almost holding her breath past the first house. She was going away from her night's plan with being over there. It seemed to be only about a 15 ft difference, but to her it was a lot. Mary forced herself to walk the whole time though. She didn't want to run tonight if she didn't have to. She was pushing herself to go no faster than a jogging pace as she was passing the second house. She sighed with relief as she got past the last one. She looked up and down the road, and quickly got back over to the safer side. It was probably best too she did. Not too much later, Mary could see car head lights down the road. She was able to get to the tree line in time to get out of site before it got close. Her heart was beating rapidly from that alone. She wondered how bad it would have been if she had been on the other side. Mary left her cover when she was sure she was alone again. Mary knew she was almost halfway there. She could see where the line of houses would end, and the bridge over the creek began. Mary saw the spot where she would have hid her key originally. Her little walk would be half done if she had kept it at the intersection. Mary's walking speed slowed as she was approaching the intersection. She knew that once she got up that far, she would be essentially be out of the more safe residential areas, and instead in the business area of town. Mary finally made it over the bridge and the tree cover disappeared. Mary lowered her stance as she got up behind the same decretive bushes as before. She was now fully naked this time around and still had to cross over the parking lot to find her key. Mary didn't move for a bit. She wanted to wait until she was sure the roads were still dead here. She saw one car go by as she peaked over the bush. She then had a large amount of silence. Things were looking good; she was about ready to make a dash for the key. She stood and made one final scan of the area. She wanted to make sure it was all good to go. It was a good thing too that she looked. As she looked over at the parking lot, the corner near the first store that she couldn't see from under the bush, she saw a group of people there! Part 3 Mary quickly ducked back down behind the bush. She wasn't able to see them from behind the bush this whole time. Why were there others out this late? Mary slowly raised so to keep herself still hidden from them. She knew she was at risk since her breast would be high enough to be seen over the bush by traffic. She used one arm to hold them as she looked at the people standing near the store and her key! They looked to be a little younger than her. Mary couldn't tell what they were doing. It was about a group of 4 or 5, and were mixed gendered. Mary ducked back down so she could think. She had to get the key obviously, yet only being a store or two down from them, she wouldn't be able to sneak past them. She couldn't even choose to go around the long way if she wanted. She started to just try and wait for them to leave. Time was moving slow though, and every time Mary heard a car go by she shivered. She wasn't perfectly hidden either. Any cars driving from the subdivision would be able to see her if they glanced over at the right time. Mary was even more trapped down, stranded naked in public. If Mary had to guess, it seemed like a half hour had gone by. To Mary it felt like it was eternity, but she knew it couldn't be anything that ridiculous. She wanted to get this over with. She was so scared of being stuck there naked the whole time. Yet the group didn't seem to want to budge. "Maybe I'll just have to streak them," Mary began to think. Rationally Mary tried to convince herself just to wait some more. The idea of walking past them naked was just too embarrassing. "Just a bet," Mary thought she would say to them. She clutched her hands over her body the same way she would if she was walking past them. "I can't believe people have seen like this already though," Mary thought about it. Perhaps Mary should have been wiser about gripping such sensitive areas. Even though she was naked and scared, she was also naked and excited. She wanted nothing more than to get dressed, but she would have to get that key. She couldn't get the key, and so she was stuck naked. Knowing she had nowhere to go but hide there, not far from people, was only worsening her situation. She was anxious, worried, embarrassed, excited, and the hands now on her sensitive bits only drove more adrenaline through her blood, her body tingled at the many thoughts running through her head. Her rational side was starting to vanish. She was now just thinking of how to end this sooner. She figured that bet story would be enough to convince them. It wouldn't be the first time she was seen like that either. It was dark and she would only be there for a moment. She also would be able to brag to Julie and Jenny. They would never believe that she willingly walked in front of others like that. "They won't see any details, and it will only be for seconds. They are young so they won't call the cops or anything," Mary again peeked over the bush towards them. She knew the walk wasn't long, and she had to get the key before dawn, right? "I'm home free as soon as I get that key..." Mary told herself, as she stabled her stance, actually considering dashing out from the bush. She looked around for cars. She knew deep inside she was about to walk into an embarrassing situation, but she couldn't stop herself. She quickly got a few steps away from cover, but her nerve pulled her back behind the bush. She was shaking now. She was almost ready to call off the plan and wait, but her head was swimming in confusion. She wasn't sure what to do. She tried to calm herself by taking a deep breath. She now stood again and began approaching her key. After a quick dash across the road, she knew that if they looked over now, she wouldn't be able to hide herself. Her hands were firmly covering her front side. She could feel the pounding of her heart as she got closer. The lights in the parking lot were shining down on her. She could see her body slowly became more and more illuminated as she began to walk under one. She would have avoided it, but she wanted to walk a straight path to the key, taking no extra time to stay near the other people. Mary felt like she spent an eternity waiting for something to happen. She didn't want to be seen, but she knew it was inevitable. It was driving her crazy to get closer and closer to these other people. She knew they would see her naked, and every moment she had to wait just built her nerves of up more. Mary passed the halfway point. Someone in the group though caught Mary's movement. His quick glance over quickly verified that he did see someone. His eyes grew wide as he saw the very naked Mary walking. Mary too noticed his head jerk towards her. She hadn't taken her eyes off them once since starting this crazy walk! Then before he even got a chance to fully comprehend what was going on, he declared to his gathered friends "dudes, look over there!" all at once their heads turned, and just like him their eyes widened as the naked Mary, illuminated in the light, stood standing naked, only her arms able to hide anything from their sight. Mary herself stopped as she heard him say those words. She knew then she was no longer sneaking past them naked. This now marked the moment she would be streaking past them. Yet that was too much for her at once. She could feel time crawl as each of their heads turned slowly. She knew that their eyes were instantly swarming every inch of skin she had on show. She knew they were probably trying to sort out why a girl was walking naked in a parking lot so late at night. No one made a move for awhile it seemed. The group probably had their fair share of questions, and Mary forgot what to do. Mary's face felt like it was on fire. She could swear her heart was beating faster than a hummingbird's wings. She wanted to get away, but her feet wouldn't take her anywhere. Even if she could move though, there was no immediate cover. "They key!" Mary tried telling herself. It was too late now to give up after all. They had now seen her, so she might as well do what she came to do. She started to move again, in the same straight path to the key's hiding spot. Whenever she glanced towards her watchers, she saw their eyes following her. She knew there was no escaping their site for this whole ordeal now. "What is she doing?" one of the guys asked. Mary wanted to say something, but when she opened her mouth to speak, she could only gasp. She hadn't even realized she was holding her breath. Not to mention the embarrassment was causing her to completely clam up. She wasn't use to this kind of embarrassment. Her other embarrassments usually had an excuse. She could always at least blame Julie or Jenny when it came down to it. Now she only had herself to blame. She essentially chose to walk naked here! "Hey, what's going on honey?" asked one of the girls of the group. She sounded a little concerned actually. Mary remembered her story. "It's a bet." She managed to say, but it came out like a squeak. Mary could feel her blush spreading too as she talked to them. Acknowledging their presence by talking to them was making this all too real! They all accepted her answer seemingly. Mary's head continued to race as she approached the point where she would be closest to them. They were only a few mere steps away from her. She was also getting closer to the key. Even though she was now closer to it then she had been the whole adventure so far, she still felt like she had a long ways to go. She heard one of them say something like, "Wow," but she wasn't sure who or why. Did they think she was crazy? Were they impressed? Was it just because they liked seeing naked girls? As she got closer and closer now to the potted plant with her key, Mary knew her butt was probably the thing their eyes were going to focus most on, being the thing that she left uncovered. "Well I gotta say, you have guts to be walking around town naked!" One of the girls said. "Yeah, it's totally cool!" one of the guys added. Even if they were complimenting her, Mary couldn't help but feel even more embarrassed. She wished they would just ignore her or something! Mary approached the potted plant. She looked down at it. She almost wanted to tell herself she finally hit the halfway point, but she knew that she had to actually have the key first. Knowing she couldn't get it the way she was now, she slowly removed the hand from between her legs. She hoped since she was turned partially away from the group, she wouldn't be showing anything. Mary then crouched down and used her newly free hand to start sifting through the dirt for the key she hid. She knew full well the group now had a perfect side view of her. With only one arm to cradle her breast, they probably could see the swell of her breast. She also knew thanks to being slightly titled away, her butt would also be on view. Bare skin head to toe, and she wasn't able to hide any of it as she crouched there in front of them. "What are you doing now?" One of them asked Mary. Mary didn't want to talk to them, but it wasn't like Mary to ignore an honest question. "Searching for a key." "A key for what?" "My car," Mary said, although she was about ready to kick herself. She shouldn't be telling them this much information. The less they knew the better! "You're locked naked out of your car?!" Mary wondered if they had to remind her of that! "How far are you parked?" Mary had found the key finally. This was it, now she wasn't locked out of her car anymore. She could get in it and get dressed! Mary didn't even think to how to answer the question. Grasping her keys tightly in a fist, she put that fist between her legs as she got up and began the walk back. All she could say to the group was "Sorry about all this!" and start jogging away. "Don't be sorry hun, we welcome the added excitement," one of the girls explained. "Yeah totally cool and hot!" one of the guys shouted. Mary was already half way across the parking lot. Her face hadn't once stopped burning during the entire ordeal, and she didn't want to wait around. Keeping a fast pace, Mary was able to cross the road to where her initial hiding spot was. She had dropped her hands from covering herself since she was now a distance away from the group. She would have stopped to hide behind the bush, but she knew that the group would see her hide there, and she didn't want them following her. So she ran around the bend, ready to just end the night. Her heart was still racing. Those many moments in front of multiple people, her body so bare and exposed! Mary's thrill wasn't done yet though. Thanks to her trying to make a quick getaway, she didn't even see the car that was coming her way from the subdivision until it was too late. Mary was only quick enough to cover up by the time she was actually running past the car. The person driving, his lights brightly shining on her as she turned the corner, surely was able to get at least a second's worth of time for a glance anywhere over her body. Mary kept running, but her hands again covering herself. The car had slowed to the stop, and Mary could only assume the driver probably was looking back at her. Mary wasn't sure what to do now. She now had just a long straight road to travel. If she ducked behind the tree cover, the driver would see and might come searching for her. "Oh god, whoever that was saw me naked!" Mary thought about the full frontal nudity the driver was rewarded. It wasn't even like she was suddenly stripped of her clothes or anything. No, she was probably seen as a streaker. No chance to explain anything. She wouldn't be able to hide in the forest, but maybe she could hide near the houses. The driver wouldn't be able to follow her back there, and he may even think that she lived in one of them! Mary didn't have time to think if this was a good idea or not. She was in a panic and wanted to hide. So without much more thought than that, Mary ran across the road. She only glanced once at the car, and only was able to see that it still hadn't moved yet. Mary was now swiftly walking across a stranger's front yard until she was between two different houses and escaping to the backyard. She rounded the back corner of one of the houses and rested her back against the back side of the house. She slid down it and just sat on the ground, trying to catch her breath. Part 4 Mary made sure she still had the key in her hand, and she did. She couldn't believe all that just happened. From the group of kids watching her walk across the parking lot naked, to someone in a car seeing her running naked down the street. Mary's heart wasn't about to slow down any time soon. She was trying to sort out what happened. She couldn't get the idea that so many people in a short amount of time so much of her. Mary wasn't surprised by how embarrassed she was. She really would think that she would only be embarrassed, but there was something more to it all. The hand with the key, the one that was between her legs, it actually had moisture on it. Mary had to check herself. She found her nipples were achingly hard, and when she tried touching her pussy directly, she flinched due to how sensitive she was down there. During the whole experience, she had been too embarrassed, scared, and full of adrenaline to notice, but now that she was somewhat safe and by herself in this backyard, her arousal was all too noticeable. Mary was honestly surprised. She knew that in the past this type of stuff gave her a thrill, but it still was so bizarre to her. Mary began breathing deeply as she again tried to explore her body. He shook as a finger tip crossed over her clit. She didn't even realize it had started to stick out. Her body was aching and begging for her. Only after the adrenaline rush wore away could she notice all this. She knew her body was asking her to just take care of business, even out here in a stranger's backyard. The idea was tempting, but something stopped her. She had her key now, and she could end the night finally. She knew her body wanted something different, but she didn't want to risk anything more. She had her night's fill, and it was time to leave. She shakily got back onto her feet and looked around. She hadn't even taken her surroundings in yet. She was surrounded by a bunch of houses. She couldn't believe just moments ago she was comfortable with taking a break here and even masturbating. At least 6 houses would over look her, and who knows what night owls would be lucky enough to peak out their windows! Mary scurried across the yard she was in so she could try to sneak out to the road. As she did though, a light turned out, making her gasp loudly as she just stopped and tried covering up. "Stupid motion light!" Mary said as she noticed it was just somebody's light over their back door. Mary quickly got away from it and began to sneak to the front yard. Mary looked up and down the road from between the two houses. As soon as she was sure it was clear again, she jogged her way back to her planned path. So much had just happened that she wasn't sure if she could trust the path she was on. Before while walking to her car, she was having fun exposing herself a little, since she was sure no one was around. Now though Mary knew some people were up, and at any moment she might not be alone. Her body still ached though. She knew she wasn't home safe yet, but that only made things worse. She did her best to keep her arms crossed below her breast, so she wouldn't be too tempted to try anything. "It's so damn embarrassing. I shouldn't have to try so hard to force myself not to do THAT!" Mary thought. She didn't get why her body betrayed her like this. Surely she wouldn't tell Jenny or Julie about it either when she told this tale to them. She didn't even know how she would tell them. She would be embarrassed enough to tell them she came up with this on her own. Would she tell them about her playing with her clothing after hiding the key? Would she tell them how she was seen by all those people? What about her giving up on waiting and just exposing herself to that group? She didn't know what she would do. Part of the driving force of the night was to try and impress them, but she didn't know if she should be proud or embarrassed about some of the stuff that had happened. The road she was walking was quickly approaching the park though. The night was growing old, and she had gone a very far distance it seemed. Mary's confidence was growing back now that she was so close, and all the hard parts were behind her. She had now gone almost the entire length of road without seeing anyone. Mary was about to give into her urges, but some rational part of her brain stopped her. She could wait till she got out of this mess. She wasn't about to let it control her. It would be far too embarrassing anyways to admit here and now that this was exciting her. Mary turned and entered the park, the same empty park where it all began that night. She could almost see her car on the other end. Mary slowed as she walked under an overhead light. "It's over I suppose," she thought as she closed her eyes. She had been naked for what seemed for so long. She had walked a distance that seemed so far. Now she stood naked, and just soaked it in. She admitted it wasn't too bad when she wasn't being seen. She spread her arms and legs; she wanted for one last moment feel her nakedness in the cold night breeze. She wanted to have one lasting moment. She knew it was odd of her, but it just felt like the thing to do. When Mary opened her eyes though, the moment changed moods quickly. Standing down the path from her was someone with their dog on a leash. The dog and woman just stared at Mary, who still was standing with her legs and arms out. Mary shrieked as she wrapped her arms around herself and just began running for her car. It was a bit too much for her and she was now defiantly read to go home. The woman said nothing as she watch Mary run past her. Mary didn't even look at her as she got into her car, and started it up. She didn't waste time to dress and just left. "Oh god, I can't believe it. Why did I let myself do that?!" Mary asked herself as she drove away. She wasn't concerned with her naked driving for awhile. Once she was far enough away she did stop to put her shirt and pants on. "This is the last time I do this on my own!" Mary told herself as she headed for home. "Everything, she saw everything," Mary was almost back at the dorms. She stopped the car before getting back. She eased her pants lowers as she relaxed in her car. She knew this was crazy, and she couldn't stop blushing, but something had to be attended to their and then, there was no more waiting. She kicked her shoes and pants off her legs and put them at the side as she let her fingers do as they pleased. "Never again, I can't let this happen again..." Mary moaned. Even through her gasps and moans, she was still trying to fight it all too some extent. She didn't want to let herself get herself into a situation like this. She didn't want to let herself lock herself out naked in public. She also didn't want to admit that she was enjoying herself more than ever, bottomless in her car, parked in an empty parking lot not far from her college. Even after she let go and went over the edge, she wasn't ready to accept it all, but something told Mary her adventures were far from over! The End

Miss Priss Part 1 Stephanie was a popular girl. She was THE most popular in the entire Senior class. She was 5' 8" with brown hair, moderate breasts, but not large, and a shapely bottom. Stephanie wasn't a cheerleader or athlete, but kept in good shape and her body showed it. Most people liked her, because she had everything going for her - class president, honor student, and beautiful - but wasn't snotty about it. Some people, however, were jealous of her and couldn't stand being less popular than her. "Miss Priss" they called her, because of her prudish fashion style and sweet demeanor. Her attire usually consisted of sweaters, blouses, and slacks - skirts and jeans were far too risque for her. One day, Stephanie was outside in the hallway with some fellow class officers hanging banners for an upcoming pep rally. She was wearing a red button down sweater and a pair of neatly pressed khaki trousers. As she was standing on the ladder with a can of paint putting the finishing touches on a banner, Tina and her friends came walking by. Tina was captain of the cheerleaders and hated that Stephanie stole her spotlight, as well as the attention of many of the boys. Stephanie usually avoided her, though she couldn't quite figure out why Tina hated her so much. Anyway, as Tina and three other cheerleaders walked past the ladder, the whispered "Prissy bitch", and giggled. Just as she was passing, Tina gave the ladder a slight bump. Stephanie barely caught her balance, but in doing so dropped the can of paint, which promptly landed on Tina's tight designer jeans. "You bitch!" shouted Tina. These jeans cost $150! They're ruined!" "I'm sorry" said Stephanie. "It was an accident. I'll help pay for a new pair." "Help?" said Tina. "You're going to have to do better than that. I can't wear these today." Then one of the other cheerleaders, Michelle, spoke up. " Hey Tina, you're about the same size, why don't you take her pants?" Tina grinned. This could be great, she thought to herself. Pantsing Stephanie in front of the school would destroy her. Miss Priss would surely never show her face again, she thought. "Mish, those prissy old lady pants aren't my style, but they'll do. Okay Miss Priss, hand over the pants," Tina ordered. "Huh?" said Stephanie. "Y-Y-You're joking, right?" "I don't think so" said Tina. "Take them off right now, or we'll take them off for you." Stephanie turned white. She knew now that Tina and her gang of cheerleaders were serious. "Can we at least go to the locker room?" asked Steph. "Right here, right now," demanded Tina. "But I can't," said Stephanie, her eyes beginning to well up. "I'll be in my underwear." "Too bad, bitch," snapped Tina. "You got my pants so now I'm gonna get yours. Girls..." With that, Tina's gang grabbed Stephanie's arms and and pinned her against the locker. Michelle reached down and began to unlace the shoes on Stephanie's kicking feet. "Stay still," warned Tina, "or I'll take more than your pants." Poor Stephanie froze. The thought alone of the school seeing her in her underwear was bad enough, but even more exposure and she would certainly rather die. She was now helpless and subconsciously decided to cut her losses by standing still for the cheerleaders. As Michelle finished removing the second shoe, Tina knelt in front of the crying girl and began to unthread her belt. "Let's see what kind of granny knickers you're wearing today," joked Tina. She then popped the button on Stephanie's khaki's, and pulled the zipper down quickly. "Just as I thought," announced Tina. "Miss Priss is wearing her grannies today." Onlookers could now see a small portion of Stephanie's conservative white cotton Jockey for Her knickers. Just as Stephanie began to wonder why nobody was helping her, Tina began tugging the trousers over Stephanie's round butt. Her bikini-style knickers were now in full view to the gathering crowd of students. Tina continued sliding the trousers down Stephanie's legs until there was a pool of khaki at her feet. Sobbing, she lifted each foot one at a time while the cheerleader freed her of her pants once and for all. While all the guys ogled Stephanie In just her red sweater and underwear, Michelle bent down and picked up the spilled can of paint and paint brush Stephanie had dropped. "Hey, Teen," said Michelle. "Maybe we can paint some pants on her." Tina laughed. "Or we can just write some grafitti on her," she said. Before Stephanie could plead, the girls had her sweater unbuttoned and off. Stephanie was now standing in front of the whole school in her white cotton bra and matching knickers. She finally dropped her head in defeat as she knew there was nothing she could do to prevent more humiliation. Or so she thought. The girls proceeded to paint lines and and x's all over the poor girl, only to finish with the word "slut" across her chest and "bitch" across her panty-covered butt. Then one of the girls piped up with "Let's see what she looks like in a thong!" To much applause, the girl yanked Stephanies's knickers up her crack in the form of an atomic wedgie. As one of the other girls began tugging at her bra, a tall blonde girl named Maggie emerged through the crowd just in the nick of time and began throwing the cheerleaders aside. She quickly gave Stephanie a windebreaker. "Here, put this on." As Stephanie managed to get the last of her knickers removed from her butt, she slipped the jacket over her head and began running for the door, with Maggie right behind her. As the crowd cheered, Tina held Stephanie's trousers high in the air in celebration. Outside, Maggie opened her car door for the distraught Stephanie. "Don't worry about the paint," she said. "My car seats are dirty anyway." On the ride home, Stephanie sobbed uncontrollably. "I hate those bitches," said Maggie. "But we'll get them back.' Stephanie stopped crying just long enough to blow her nose and looked up. "How?" she asked. "You'll see,' said Maggie. "Just show up tomorrow like nothing happened and I'll take care of the rest...." Revenge story to follow if any of you are interested... Miss Priss - Part 2 - Looking Back This story is completely fictional. Sorry for the length... The next day, Stephanie woke up sheepishly. She was definitely not her confident, exuberant self. Usually she looked forward to going to school, but that was before her pantsing ordeal with Tina and the cheerleaders the day before. How would she face the school after everyone saw her stripped, wedgied, and grafittied less than 24 hours ago? She couldn't skip. Her mother would certainly find out. It was bad enough she'd have to explain the disappearance of her trousers, let alone dispose of her paint-stained undergarments without them being found. She also remembered what Maggie said before dropping her off: "Just pretend like nothing happened." Easier said than done, but at this point what other choice did she have? Maggie was the only one who stepped in to help. As far as Stephanie could see, Maggie was the only person she could trust. As Stephanie finished slipping on her shoes, she quickly put her hair into a ponytail and grabbed her jacket. When she got to school, Stephanie could feel people's eyes on her before she even walked through the doors. "Oh God, this is going to be horrible" she thought. "You can do this. It never happened," she told herself. The minute she set foot into the hallway, all eyes were on her, followed by a few giggles and whistles. It was awful. It felt as if she was once again standing before all of them in her undies. She wanted to die. Stephanie then decided to high-tail it to homeroom in an effort to escape the crowd. Before she made it even halfway, out of the blue appeared Tina and her cheerleader cronies. And to taunt Stephanie, Tina was wearing the khaki trousers she took from the poor girl the day before. "Hey hey! Whaddya think of my new pants?!" exclaimed Tina. "Go to hell," said Stephanie, brushing by the boisterous cheerleader. "Aw, what's the matter? Little Miss Priss can't take a little embarrassment?" Tina teased. "Well they look better on me anyway," she continued, giving her butt a few shakes in the process. She definitely wore them differently, that's for sure. She wore a very large and flashy belt with them, along with a tight, midriff bearing shirt. She was a bitch, but still a hotty nonetheless. Stephanie finally made it to homeroom, and immediately buried her face on her desk like an ostrich in the sand. Moments later she felt a small piece of paper slide between her face and the desk. When she looked up to see who had placed it there, she saw no one. Looking down, Stephanie saw that it was a note. It said, "2:00 in the East Wing outside the Science lab. Be there. Revenge is ours. - Maggie." Stephanie sighed. She hated Tina for what she did but she wasn't the vengeful type. She was also afraid that exacting revenge on Tina might anger the girl again and subject herself to even worse embarrassment. Yet, another side of her was intrigued by what Maggie had in store. She owed it to the girl to be there, just as she was there for her the day before. Furthermore, she wondered why Maggie was so eager to get Tina. What did she mean by "Revenge is OURS?" Perhaps Tina humiliated her as well? Then it dawned on her....sophomore year. ------------------------------------------------- Back when Maggie was a sophomore, she was a member of the cheerleading squad. Tall, blonde and very athletic, she was already a better cheerleader than most of the seniors. Not to mention she was the only sophomore to ever make the varsity squad. At that rate, she was a lock for captain by senior year. This incensed Tina, whose sister Rachel was a senior and captain of the varsity at the time. Tina refused to believe that anyone (besides her older sister) was a better cheerleader than her. And she'd be damned if someone was going to stand in her way of inheriting from her sis what she thought was rightfully hers -- captainship of the cheerleaders. During that winter, there was to be a pep rally for the hockey team in the school auditorium. Some new uniforms had been ordered but were late arriving so Rachel told the squad to meet in the backstage area of the auditorium behind the big curtain 30 minutes before the rally so they could get their new uniforms on. However, Rachel told Maggie differently -- she told her 10 minutes before the rally instead of 30. Maggie thought this to be a little unreasonable, but shrugged it off because of her own confidence in her beauty. She knew it didn't take much time for her to get ready, and she could fit into anything. When Maggie arrived backstage behind the curtain, all the girls were already dressed in their cute new uniforms. "You're late!' screamed Rachel. "I said 30 minutes before the rally. Everyone else made it on time!" "What?! You told me 10!" protested Maggie. "Nevermind,' said Jeannie, another Senior. "We need to get you ready - pronto!" Still befuddled, Maggie began unzipping her jacket. Meanwhile, the other cheerleaders decided to help her speed up the process. Two were at her feet, removing her sneakers. Another two were lifting her turtleneck over her head. Magge was somewhat uncomfortable by this but she was more concerned about getting ready for the rally so she put it out her mind momentarily. As her turtleneck was thrown aside, the two girls below had her jeans off into the corner in a matter of seconds. She was now standing backstage in her bra, knickers, and socks. "Whoa, nice underoos!' said Rachel, referring to Maggie's gray cotton Calvin Klein bikini-briefs. "Must be laundry day." "Whatever," said Maggie. "It's not like any guys are gonna see them anyway." The girls all burst out in laughter. Why was that so funny, Maggie thought to herself? Then her attention suddenly shifted to the goosebumps forming on her arms and legs. After all, it was winter and that auditorium was drafty. "Okay, gimme my uniform," Maggie shivered. Just then Tina stepped out of the doorway, wearing one of the new uniforms. "What, this uniform? This uniform is MINE!" said Tina. "You stole my spot on the team and I'm taking it back!" "Looks like you're outta luck, Maggie," said Rachel. "Tina got the last uniform. Guess you'll just have to wear what you have on." The girls all laughed (except for Maggie). Realizing she was no longer welcome on the team, Maggie decided to hell with them. She'd rather have been playing volleyball anyway. "Screw you bitches," said Maggie, walking away. "I'm so outta here. You can have my damn spot. Where are my pants?" "Not so fast," said Jeannie, grabbing Maggie's arms and pulling them behind her back into a chicken-wing hold. Maggie tried to break free, but the more she struggled the more pain she caused herself. "Don't go yet, Mags," said Rachel. "Our job is to entertain. To fire up the crowd. And that's just what we're going to do with you." Before she could scream, Tina put a piece of medical tape over Maggie's mouth. She tried once again to shake loose but the pain in her shoulders was too much. Jeannie had her locked up. And just as Maggie was beginning to come to terms with the fact that the entire school was going to see her in her ugliest of underwear, she heard Jeannie speak up. "Should we take these ratty undies off her, too?" she asked. "Naw," said Tina. "We'll let her do it herself." With that Tina produced a small envelope of powder. Maggie's eyes widened in horror as she knew immediately what it was -- itching powder. Tina pulled each bra cup forward and coated Maggies breats generously with the substance, making sure to rub the outside of each boob afterwards. Next, Maggie felt fingers in the front waistband of her knickers, followed by the tickly feeling of the powder making it's way down through her bush and into her crotch. Finally, Tina tugged the back of her waistband and poured the remaining powder down her ass crack and into the bottom of her underpants. "There," said Tina, snapping Maggie's knickers back and smacking her ass. "This should get her dancing for the crowd." Maggie began to cry because she knew in a matter of seconds her body would be overcome with a torturous feeling. Before she knew it, Maggie was led from behind the curtain and shoved onto the stage. At that exact moment she felt the most unbearable sensation take over her body. As the crowd whistled, laughed, and cheered at the sight of the sophmore on stage in her underwear, Maggie turned for the stage steps. Overcome by the itch, she stumbled on the top step and fell to the ground. Getting up, she tried to run with knees together to help the itch in her groin, while her hands darted inside her bra to free her breasts for the awful sensation. Running up the aisle towards the exit, tits hanging out of her bra, she had one hand down the front of her Calvins and the other down the back, stretching them enough to give the guys a glimpse of her pussy as she scratched. Once she was through the exit, the crowd roared. Maggie didn't return to school the rest of that year, nor at all during her junior year. She was so humiiated that she had her parents send her to private school a few towns away. But when her dad got laid off the summer after junior year, Maggie had no choice but to come back to that awful school. Over the course of a few years, Maggie learned to shelf some of her feelings. But after witnessing Tina victimize an innocent soul like Stephanie, the feelings of embarrassment and hatred came rushing back. She had been carefully planning on getting Tina sometime before she graduated, but she knew there was no better time than now. --------------------------------------------------------- Stephanie spent most of the day with her head down. She ate lunch in the deepest corner of the library by herself. Other than a few snickers, she'd managed to avoid the majority of the student body. Looking up at the clock, it was now 1:55. In 5 minutes, she would get to see Maggie's big surprise... Part 3 to follow... Miss Priss Part 3 -- The Revenge This is a completely fictitious continuation of two earlier segments. Any similarities between characters and events from this story are purely coincidental (so feel free to tell the "real" story if that is the case). Part 3 --------------- The bell rang and Stephanie quickly gathered her books. As she scurried out the door, butterflies began to stir in her stomach. What was going to happen?, she thought. As she made her way to the East Wing, she noticed the noise getting louder the closer she got. As she turned the corner right outside the Science lab, she saw a crowd had gathered. Moving closer still, she finally saw it. There was Maggie and several of her volleyball teammates. They were holding what looked like a large coat rack, usually reserved for the labcoats for the science classes. However, the rack contained no lab coats -- it contained cheerleaders. Four cheerleaders, to be precise. Tina, Michelle and the two other girls, Amy and Heather -- the sames ones that yesterday held Stephanie down while the other two stripped and wedgied her -- had their hands tied together around the top rail of the coat rack. Also, their mouths were covered with medical tape. Then Maggie spotted Stephanie. "Steph!" She yelled. "Just in time. Come over here." Stephanie was apprehensive, but curiosity got the better of her. She had to get a closer look. "Hey, Steph," said Maggie as the shy senior stood in front of her. "You're gonna enjoy this. Time for revenge!" "I-I dunno," stammered Staphanie, "this doesn't feel right. We could get in big trouble." "Bullshit," countered Maggie. "These bitches have it coming, and they're gonna get it. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything." With that, Maggie walked over to the first girl, Heather. Heather was about Stephanie's height (5' 8"), with curly blonde hair. She was slender, but not skinny. She used to be quiet, but once she became a cheerleader, she followed Tina and in doing so, became pretty obnoxious. Still, like Tina, she was a hot piece of ass and was able to get away with acting like that -- until today. Heather, hung from the coat rack wearing a white sleeveless sweater top that showed off her taut midriff, a pair of navy blue capri pants, and some sandals. "You humiliated my friend yesterday and deserve to be stripped right here just like she was," said Maggie. "But I don't blame you entirely since you follow Captain Tina and Seargent Michelle around like a puppy dog. And since you seem to be so good at following orders, I'm going to give you a chance to keep your pants on." Everybody looked at one another. What was Maggie up to? Maggie continued,"So if I let you down, your job is to follow MY orders. Got it?" Heather looked to her right, while the others looked back. Their eyes were all wide with horror. "What'll be," asked Maggie, "do you want to keep your pants on?" Heather gulped, then nodded. Maggie untied the girl and ushered her in front of Amy. Amy was petite, with dark hair, but had ample breasts for a small girl. She was wearing a "trucker"-style baseball hat, a vintage long sleeve T-shirt, low-rider jeans and platform sneakers. She was hot, and were it not for Stephanie and Tina, she would probably be the hottest chick in the school. Maggie then turned to Heather. "I want you to take off Amy's sneakers,' ordered Maggie. Heather stalled but then knelt in front of little Amy. Looking up at her as if to say sorry, she began unlacing the girl's platform keds and one at a time, removed them leaving Amy's sock covered toes touching the floor. Then she stood back. "Good, Heather," said Maggie, "Now take off her pants." The crowd roared. Heather and Amy immediately began shaking their heads 'No.' "Heather, do you want your pants off first?" asked Maggie. Heather slumped her shoulders and again approached Amy. Just as her hands were about to reach for Amy's jeans, the girl tried to dart to the right and make a run for it. Unfortunately for her, two of Maggie's teammates were there to scoop her up. Immediately they tied her back to the coat rack, as she kicked and cryed the whole way. Maggie again stood in front of her. "Looks like you're not too good at following orders after all," sighed Maggie, kneeling down and removing the girl's sandals. Tears were now all over Heather's face, her mascara caking to her eyelashes. Next, Maggie reached for the button on the hip of Heather's capri pants, and the girl began squirming like a fish on the boatdeck. Maggie looked to her teammates, and Janet, a behemoth of a girl, took her index finger and thumb and pinched Heathers's underarm hard, sending the girl into a frenzy. "Hold still," grumbled Janet, "Or the pain will get worse." Nearing hyperventilation, Heather gave up her fight and continued weeping as her fellow cheerleaders looked on in horror. (By the way, if any readers are wondering where the hell the faculty is in this school, you're not alone. I myself am wondering. But I figured they can only fuck up the story at this point so I'll just leave them out for a while.) Maggie returned to the hip button, plucking it free. Then she lowered the zipper and peeled the separated ends apart. The crowd could then be heard shouting "Take them off, take them off!" Maggie complied and and shimmied the girl's navy blue pants down her legs and off her feet, throwing them into the crowd. Heather looked amazing, hanging there in just her short sweater and powder-blue string bikini knickers from Victoria's Secret, declared so by the elastic waistband. Clapping, Maggie then turned to Amy, who was turning pale as she knew she was next. Sneakers on the floor already, Maggie asked Amy, "I'm gonna give you the same deal I offered Heather. You do what I say, and you keep your pants. You don't, and you get it worse than Heather." Amy looked over at Heather, then at Tina and Michelle. Secretly she didn't like Tina or Michelle, and only joined the squad because she was friends with Heather. Plus, she knew both Michelle and Tina would strip her in a second if it meant saving themselves. So screw them she thought, looking back at Maggie and nodding. Tina and Michelle scoffed. As Amy was freed from the coat rack, she was pushed in front Michelle. Michelle was the quintessential side kick. She was hot, but not as hot without Tina. She was second-fiddle and she knew it. Nonetheless, she had a tight ass and rather large boobs. Today she was wearing a black tank top and a short jean skirt. "Okay Amy, go get me Michelle's slutty skirt," said Maggie. "And don't try anything funny because your Victorias won't be a secret when we get through with you." Amy shrugged and and walked up to Michelle, looking her square in the eye. At first, Michelle thought Amy would try to run like her friend Heather. However, as she got closer, Amy raised her eyebrows at Michelle as if to say, 'Oh, well' and grabbed the top button on the front of the girl's skirt. Michelle was equally enraged as she was frightened. Without hesitation, Amy had Michelle's jean skirt unbuttoned and unzipped. Then with one swift tug, the skirt was shucked off Michelle's lower body leaving her hanging in her tank top and hot pink thong undies. The crowd absolutely erupted. Maggie again turned to Amy. "Now I want you to go get me that belt that Tina's wearing," said Maggie, grinning. The crowd oooohed and Michelle's face turned ghostly white, as most people knew what was coming next. Once again, Amy complied and retrieved the big belt Tina wore with Stephanie's former pants. Tina shot Amy the dirtiest of glances, while the girl smiled back beneath her taped mouth. Although she felt bad for her friend Heather hanging in front of the school in her knickers, Amy was sort of enjoying this. Returning with the monstrous belt in hand, she waited further instructions from Maggie. "Okay, now I want you to spank Michelle with the belt," she orered. The crowd again went wild, forming another chant. "Whip that ass! Whip that ass!" Amy walked behind Michelle and folded the belt in half, gripping it tightly. Winding up, she looked over at Heather, then Tina, then Maggie. Finally she looked at Michelle, who was trying to use sad eyes as a final plea. Amy then smiled wickedly. No way she was going to lose her pants for this bitch. Besides, this was gonna be fun, she thought. Then the belt was unleashed on Michelle's thong-encased heiny. 'Crack!' The mob loved it. 'Crack! Crack!' the belt went two more times. Amy was getting into it. 'Crack!' Michelle, tears streaming down her red face, was hysterical. After Amy cracked her twice more and wound up for yet another, Maggie stopped her and led her back to the front of the coat rack facing her felow cheerleaders. Amy felt invigorated. And Michelle's butt was crimson. Taking the belt from Amy, Maggie peeled the tape from the girl's mouth as she winced momentarily. "Last order," said Maggie. "I want you to apologize to Stephanie." Amy dutifully turned to Stephanie and said she was sorry for what she did. Stephanie smiled, almost crying, and said "It's okay, forget it." Maggie then turned to Stephanie and pointed over to Tina. "Time to go get your pants back," she said. Stephanie gulped. "Naw, forget about them. I don't want them anymore, let's just go before we get caught." "Come one, Steph." pleaded Maggie. "She had no mercy on you, so why have any on her? Besides, those pants belong to you." Amy nodded agreeingly. Maybe they were right, Stephanie thought. The pants belonged to her, and one of her favorite pairs to boot. She finally gave in to the pressure and walked slowly up to Tina. Tina squinted angrily at Stephanie, forcing the shy girl to look away. As the crowd chanted 'Strip that bitch!, Stephanie quickly depantsed Tina, forgetting to remove the girls shoes before pulling the pants off. After finally getting the shoes and pants off, Stephanie glanced up, giggling at what she saw. Tina was wearing white cotton thong knickers. But staring Stephanie straight in the face on the front of Tina's undies was a little green-white-and-red flag with the words "Italian princess" above it. Stephanie blushed and returned to Maggie's side with her pants folded under her arm. "My turn," Maggie then said, walking up to Tina, with the cheerleader once again scowling. "You're a fucking bitch, Tina. But payback's a bigger one." With that, Maggie produced a pair of scissors and quickly cut the girl's shirt off, leaving her in a sports bra and little thong. The guys couldn't believe their eyes, or their luck. In two days time they've seen some of the hottest girls in school stripped down to their underwear. Tina's body, however, was top of the line. Big tits and a perfect ass. Though many guys had already seen Tina in a bathing suit at the beach, the majority were enjoying for the first time what they only dreamed of (or whacked off to) many times before. Maggie then turned the scissors on the sports bra. Tina's scowl immediately turned to a frightened, childish stare. She shook her head vigorously trying to thrash free. But it was no use. Big Janet once again restrained the smaller girl and Maggie continued snipping the bra at every corner. Then with a hard pull, the bra cam free. And with it came two large rubbery objects. The crowd gasped in silence. Tina's "big boobs" had come off with her bra. Now all she was left with, besides her Italian princess knickers, was her two "real" tiny mosquito-bite titties. Everybody laughed hysterically, even Stephanie. Tina was a fraud and her face was beet red with embarrassment. Yet, Maggie wasn't done. She and her teammates had kdinapped the cheerleaders right after lunch, so she knew in her mind Tina must need to go to the bathroom by now. Without further ado, Maggie dropped the scissors and pulled out a large feather. Tina, already wailing like a baby beneath her gag, didn't even notice that Maggie was about to tickle her. However, once the feather touched her amrpit, she opened her eyes again before going beserk. Her body jerked, shifting into overdrive from crying to laughter. She was unbelievably ticklish. Tina continued torturing the girl with the feather on the underarms, neck and feet. Within 2 or 3 minutes, Tina bucked and a yellow flood came out under the Italian flag and gushed to the floor. Maggie and the others nearby scrambled to get away from the peeing girl. The guys were laughing, while the girls pinched their noses in disgust. Then a whistle blew and everybody scattered like roaches. When the teachers finally (eh-hem) arrived, all that was left was a pantless Heather, a skirtless red-bottomed Michelle, and an almost naked Tina covered in her own pee, all hanging frm the lab coat rack. Things were different after that. Amy and Heather both quit cheerleading. Maggie and Stephanie became close friends. And everyone called Michelle "Spanky" and Tina "Tiny Tina." But the question is, how long would Tina and Michelle wait before she got back at those girls, especially that traitor Amy? Will continue saga if anyone's interested... Miss Priss Part IV - Tina's Big Comeback Part 4 of the fictitious high school drama... It had been two months since Tina had gotten her comeuppance. After a few torturous days of being called "Tiny Tina," the (normally) tough girl left early one day and hadn't returned to school since. Everyone just assumed she did what Maggie did after her sophomore ordeal -- transferred elsewhere. Michelle, on the other hand, stuck around and took some heat. As well as few spankings from the guys from time to time. But most people pretty much forgot about Heather and Stephanie's exposures. And Amy and Maggie were practically celebrities. Things were back to normal pretty much. No one had lost their pants since that day. But that was about to change. On Monday, the word around school was that Tina was back, and back in a "big" way. Though she told the school she was out for medical reasons, it was clear what kind of doctor she had been to -- a plastic surgeon. Her parents were rich, and spoiled both her and her sister rotten. Scruples played no part in their parenting. If their girls wanted something, they got it. Anyway, the new and improved Tina walked the halls with some brand new C-cups, swaying in the same arrogant manner as she always did. Once again, Michelle was by her side. Every guy, and I mean every guy took special notice of her new jugs. Tina was no longer tiny, and her bra was no longer filed with rubber inserts. After school that day, Tina called a special cheerleaders meeting. Michelle had assumed her role as head bitch while she was gone, but dutifully stepped aside now that her majesty had returned. The team also had two new members, Dawn and Tracy, to take the spots of Heather and Amy. Both girls were juniors and had only heard stories about what happened to their captain two months ago. "Okay girls," said a smiling Tina, "Whaddya think?" pointing to her huge new boobs. The rest of the girls all clapped. "So anyways, this Friday we've been asked to cheer for the girls volleyball team." The girls looked at each other shocked. Was she kidding? The same volleyball girls that stripped and tickled her till she peed -- in front of the whole school? "I know, I know, " said Tina, palm out, smacking her bubble gum. "Those bitches should have been expelled for what they did to me. But they didn't, so I guess it's up to us to pay them back." "But Tina," Dawn chimed, "there's so many more of them than us." Dawn was skeptical about getting involved in a kind of "stripping" war. "Besides they're so much bigger. How are we gonna be able to hold them all at once?" "Pipe down, whore", snapped Tina. "We aren't gonna rush them. That'd be stupid. Plus they're probably expecting something from us, anyway." Michelle was confused. "So how do we get them without them seeing us first? Do we wear masks?" she asked. "No, dopey. No masks. That's amateur." said Tina. "We're going to need to be smart about this one. And I have just the plan...." -------------------------------------------- The volleyball team was kickin' ass this year and Maggie, the team capatin, was also its star player. Friday was to be the Conference Title game, with the winner advancing to the state tourney. Maggie had been looking forward to this all week. Anyway, to celebrate the special event, the school purchased brand new uniforms (yep, never gets old) for their expected title run. So Friday night arrived and the gynasium was packed. Students, parents, faculty, even college scouts were there. Many to see Maggie in particluar. In the locker room, it was Maggie's job as captain to distribute the new uniforms. The girls were giddy as they put on their new duds, consisting of red lycra sleeveless tops and white lycra biker shorts -- the school colors of Shanker High (lame, I know). As Maggie pulled on her top, she noticed a large "C" embroidered in the top left shoulder. Maggie blushed as the other girls applauded. "I guess yours is more special than ours," joked Janet. "Noooo," giggled Maggie, trying to be modest, "We're a team, remember." As the girls were warming up, Maggie spotted Stephanie and waved. They had become very close since the infamous incidents, and Steph went to all the games to root her on. Then she spotted the cheerleaders, and good old Tina. Maggie shook her head, laughing at Tina's ridiculous new bust. Tina, making eye contact, smiled and waved. 'What a phony,' Maggie thought, 'how could she be nice to me after what I just did to her?' She then turned her attention back to warmups. So the first match began and the girls of Shanker High were off to a great start, taking a 6-0 lead. But just as Maggie was about to serve again, one of her teammates let out a shriek. Maggie dropped the ball and looked curiously. Just before she could figure out what kind of pain her teammate was in, Big Janet grabbed the back of her shoulder, howling. One by one, Maggie's teammates fell to the ground, clutching themselves all over. Focusing, she could now see they were itching uncontrollably. This was certainly an eerie feeling of deja vu. Maggie scrambled from player to player, while the coach ran outside to call an ambulance. Meanwhile, the opposing team and spectators all watched horrified, though no one dared to get near them for fear they might contract the same mysterious ailment. Soon thereafter, the writhing girls began frantically pulling off their uniform tops and and shorts, leaving them in a variety of sports bras and panty bottoms. Naturally, the crowd started laughing. The girls of Shanker High volleyball were all jumping around the court scratching and clawing themselves in just their underwear -- except for Maggie. Apparently she did not have the same misfortune as her teammates and stood frozen in shock at what was unfolding. As the itches began subsiding, the half-naked girls all noticed Maggie standing there fully clothed and itch-free. "Hey!" said Janet, still scratching. "Why isn't your uniform like ours?" The girls began approaching Maggie, wondering the same thing. "Maybe your uniform IS more special," said one of the other girls. "I think she set us up!" said a third. "Whoa, no, no. No way! It wasn't me, I swear," said Maggie. Her teammates began to surround her. One girl shoved her. "Stop it! I didn't do anything," pleaded Maggie, starting to cry. "Whatever," said Janet. " You seem to get a kick out of stripping people. But your friends, Mags? That's low" The girls got closer. "No," said Maggie, "I would never." "Well, said Janet, "You said we were a team, so act like part of it." The delirious girls pounced on Maggie in a flash. She kicked and screamed but there were just too many. Some grabbed her arms, some her legs, feet, neck, etc. Then it got worse. She felt sets of fingers under her shirt, inside her shorts, and one pulling off her sneakers and socks. Before she knew it, Maggie was stripped down to her red sports bra and white cotton bikini underpants -- a perfect interior color match to her exterior uniform. Anyway, the crowd didn't know what to make of this. It all seemed to be happening so fast. "There," said Janet , "now you're part of the team." "Wait," said another girl, "Isn't she the captain? Isn't she supposed to be special?" "You're right," said Janet. "Smile! Maggie, it's your birthday." The girls were delusional from the itching and excitement. They were like a pack of wild animals. So with that her sports bra and knickers were yanked viciously from her before the girls dropped her. Maggie lay there momentarily, naked as the day she was born. Cameras flashed from several angles. Trying to cover her tits with one hand and her pussy with the other, Maggie made a B-line for the exit. Just as she was approaching, Tina stuck out her foot and tripped Maggie, sending her screeching across the gym floor. And giving the crowd a closer look at the girl's anatomy in the process. After Maggie finally made it through the exit, Michelle leaned in close to Tina." "Teen, I can't believe they fell for it. They totally thought it was Maggie's idea. You're a genius!", she said. "Well we're not done yet, Shelly" said Tina. "Remember that slut Amy that whipped your bum that day?" Michelle nodded, frowning. The memory haunted her. "Well I got plans for her, too", said Tina. "Big plans." Part 5 is on its way...... Miss Priss Part 5 -- Amy and Heather By Monday morning, naked pictures of Maggie in the gymnasium had been shared and posted all over school. Maggie, of course, was absent. Stephanie had tried to call her all weekend but there was no trace of the girl. And for good reason. Twice in two years she was publicly humiliated. Some had assumed she'd already dyed her hair, changed her name, and moved to the other side of the country. Stephane felt bad for her new friend and wished she could help. While most people were talking about the stripping volleyball team and their subsequent forfeit fromt the state tourney, others like Amy and Heather were in their own world. Since leaving the cheerleading squad they felt liberated. They were both now dating college guys and spent most of their time planning and going on double dates. They had little time or concern for what was going on in high school. They had both pretty much forgotten about Tina and those bitchy cheerleaders. Unfortunately, the bitches hadn't forgotten about them -- especially Amy. Halfway through fourth period, Amy and Heather were both called to the principal's office. They were puzzled, but shrugged it off because at least they were going together. And they could at least talk about their upcoming dates on Friday while in the hallway. Engrossed in conversation in the middle of the corridor, the two girls were suddenly grabbed from behind and had plastics bags thrown over their heads while being dragged away. Before they knew it, they were in the girls' bathroom and their hands were being fastened behind their backs. The girls tried to scream but had no oxygen left because of the bags. Just as they were beginning to get light-headed, the bags were pulled off and balled up socks were shoved into their mouths, followed by tape. As they regained their surroundings they were none too surprised to see Tina and the cheerleaders were behind this. "Well if it aint fric and frac!" laughed Tina, her silicone circus tits jiggling to the beat. "You didn't think I'd forget you two, did you?" Amy scoffed and struggled, while Heather tried not to hyperventilate. "Since you two whores like to do everything together, I have a little game planned for you," said Tina. "Girls, let's do Heather first..." Immediately the newest cheerleaders, Dawn and Tracy, stepped forward. They went over to Heather and started tugging the blonde girl's sweater over her head and down the back of her arms. They quickly cut the nylon ties binding her hands -- just long enough to free the woolen sweater and the underlying turtleneck, before fastening a new bind around Heather's wrists. 'Here we go again,' thought Heather as she stood in her black lace bra and blue jeans. Dawn and Tracy then turned their attention to the jeans and began undoing Heather's belt. After getting it undone the girls fumbled with the button-fly of Heather's 501's. "Come on, bitches. Get a move on, time's running out!" barked Tina. The two cheerleaders finally got their act together and popped all the buttons on the jeans, revealing a glimpse of pale pink underneath. As Tracy and Dawn lowered the girl's pants, Heather closed her eyes and gulped, thinking 'Why me?' By the time the jeans were bunched up at her ankles, all those present could see Heather had chosen a black lace bra and unmatching pink cotton bikini knickers as her undergarments -- clearly, though, it wasn't her intent while gettting dressed for school that morning that anyone would see her in this state. And despite the fact she was only standing in her underwear in front of her former teammates -- girls she had undressed in front of many times before -- she wasn't too optimistic that they would be their only audience before it was all over. "Great. Okay Michelle, she's all yours," said Tina, pointing to Amy. Michelle briskly walked up to Amy and without warning landed a slap across the brunette's face. "That's for only one of the whips you put one me," she growled. "There's more where that came from." Amy face recoiled and through her messy hair, her eyes were tearing up. Next, Michelle grasped the bottom of Amy's green sweatshirt and pulled it over her head and off, while Dawn and Tracy repeated the fastening and unfastening so the top could be completely removed. Amy shivered, as her nipples began to poke through her white cotton bra. Then Michelle removed Amy's belt and dropped it to the floor. 'Uh-oh' she thought. Meanwhile, Michelle continued to disrobe the petite Amy, unzipping and yanking the girl's cargo pants to the floor. Amy joined her friend in standing in the girls bathroom shirtless with pants pulled down to her ankles. Unlike Heather, however, Amy's bra and knickers matched -- she wore white GAP string bikini knickers with little hearts on them. Amy looked at the ceiling and blushed. She, too, hadn't planned on modelling her "bottom-drawer" underwear today. AS Michelle retrieved the belt from the floor, Amy closed her eyes and winced in anticipation of what was about to happen. She guessed right as Michelle pulled Amy's knickers up her butt, exposing some firm cheeks. What followed was about 5 or 6 hard lashes to Amy's ass. Amy cried helplessly as her buns stung from the whipping. "Okay, no more time. The bell's about to ring. You know the plan. Let's go," Said Tina, walking towards her purse. Michelle produced another nylon tie while Dawn and Tracy herded the two girls side by side. Michelle then looped the fastener through the right waisband of Heather's knickers and through the left waistband of Amy's before clasping it loosely (leaving about 6 inches of slack). The two girls were now "officially" joined at the hip. "Just like Siamese twins," giggled Michelle. "Alright," said Tina returning from her purse, hiding something behind her back, "let's see how good you two realy work together." Tina stood in front of the girls. "Hopefully you can keep your balance," said Dawn, sarcastically. "It's not easy with your pants down around your ankles." "Yeah," added Tracy, "cause if one of you falls, it will be bye-bye undies for the other!" The cheerleaders laughed. Then came the topper. "Oh and there's one more thing," said Tina. "Since you two sluts are so used to dropping your pants at the local colleges, I'm going to have to make this a real challenge." With that she held out what looked like a small plastic egg. Only it was a vibrating egg. She snuck it from her older sister Rachel's purse, who had brought it back from college over Christmas break. Knowing Heather was the more prudish of the two, she placed the egg down the front of the blonde's pink knickers. Within seconds, her eyes began to flutter and one of her knees buckled. Then the bell rang. "Here we go, get your cameras ready!" shouted Tina. The two half-naked, bound girls were ushered out into the hallway as the classes emptied. While the students stopped dead in their tracks laughing and hollering, the two "hipmates" shuffled their feet together the best they could, becuase their bunched-up pants made it difficult to stride more than a few inches at a time. While the guys whistled at the sight of the two hot girls jiggling down the hall in their little underpants, Amy turned red with embarrassment. Heather on the other hand, began to turn flush as the egg went to work on her soaking wet pussy inside her knickers. They made it about 25 feet before Heather started to shudder. Amy shook her head vigorously as Heather's body began to fail her, teetering the two girls from side to side. Heather was a good 3 inches taller than Michelle so her knickers were alreasy pulled a little lower on one side to compensate for Amy's shortness. As Heather's foothold worsened, Amy struggled with all her might to keep her friend -- and underwear -- from falling. But it was no use. Heather's body finally betrayed her and succumbed to orgasm. She immediatley fell to the floor, with the bind taking Amy's little white knickers in the process. Cell phone cameras were none too scarce at that point as Amy's beautiful ass was on full display. Then as Heather rolled to her back, the knickers around Amy's shin took out her legs, landing her right on top of Heather. So there it was, a bare-bottomed Amy lying on top of an underwear-clad, orgasming Heather -- for all the cameras to capture. And from around the corner, Stephanie aka "Miss Priss" watched as Tina and Michelle high-fived in celebration of their latest prank. They're out of control, Steph said to herself. But who's gonna stop them? Did she dare step up?..... that's all for now.....

Meeting husband bytoydisher10© Meeting husband Day 01 I settled into my new job working along side Maria. It is such a pleasure working with people that respect you and your boundaries. No crude language, no stares, no one standing behind you trying to look down your top, just do your job and everyone is happy. The only exception was when I had to walk the factory floor to deliver mail to another office. I had to look straight ahead as the guys liked to do a little cat calling. I didn't know why, as I always dressed very conservatively, but I would find out after I met my husband. I've been here two years now, had dates, but nothing that amounted to anything more than a short fling. I never went back to the strip club, I wanted that part of my life to be history. I was still working on my house, so I really didn't have the time or energy to date. It takes a long time when you work and are trying to do as much of the finishing yourself as possible. There was a yearly two week shutdown coming up and I was assigned to an inventory group with Maria. Maria asked me to drive to her house and ride with her to work. Then we would go to a local bar/restaurant, as a group from our area was stopping there. Her husband was to meet us there after he got out of work. Friday came and during inventory we were allowed to dress casually. I wore pants and a casual turtleneck top. When your area was cleared you could leave. We had two hard working hourlies with us and we were done by noon. There was a wall separating the bar and eating area that gave about six feet of space. We gathered at one end of the bar facing each other. The drinks were flowing and all were laughing and having a great time enjoying each others company. About two hours into the festivities a man put his hand on my knee and asked if I could let him through. I didn't realize I had blocked the walkway. I said I was sorry and turned to let him pass. When he returned he started talking to a couple of the men I was with. They asked him to join us and he did. Bob introduced Jim to us as an hourly he could always rely on when he needed a favor. The group thinned down as some left to go home leaving a stool next to me that Jim could sit on. We talked as a group then all my coworkers left except Maria. We decided to move to a table in the eating area as it would be more comfortable and easier to talk. We asked Jim if he wanted to join us as we waited for Maria's husband. To my delight, as I liked him, he accepted with a smile. We talked about our lives and Jim said he had just received his divorce papers. I was happy to hear that, as we hadn't discussed our living situations and he wasn't wearing a ring. I said I was too busy working on finishing my house to have gotten married. Jim told us he had been killing time helping his sister and brother-in-law paint walls and stain the woodwork in the house they just had built when they moved back to the area. I just blurted out without thinking, "why don't you come and help me paint and stain?" I didn't even know where he lived. Jim asked where I lived and when I told him he said he lived in the next town and he would be happy to lend me a hand. I didn't know what to say but luckily Maria's husband arrived. We introduced Jim to Gary. Gary said he was starved and wanted to go down the street to their favorite watering hole. We got up and Gary asked Jim if he wanted to join them. Jim accepted the invite, I was glad it came from Gary. As we were leaving Maria told me to ride with Jim. I was hesitant and Jim sensed it saying," Come on, I won't bite." My ride with Jim was uneventful, he didn't make any attempt to touch me at all. I thought maybe he wasn't attracted to me, after all, he hadn't dated in months. We arrived and to my surprise, Jim actually came around and opened my door. I hadn't had a date do that before. I knew then that this was going to be a different kind of night. The mood for dinner was light hearted and we enjoyed each others company. I could tell Maria liked Jim as he made her laugh easily. It was late and Jim drove me to Maria's house to get my car. Again, no physical contact. We stayed at their house for a night cap and I decided I needed to get bolder. I took Jim's hand and asked him if he would like to follow me to my house. I explained he could check out what needed to be done and decide if he really wanted to get involved. I really didn't mean the work! He readily said that would be great. Made me happy! He walked me to my car, opened the door and gave me a light kiss on my lips. My drive home was full of anticipation. We entered my house and Jim immediately turned me around and looked deeply into my eyes with a big smile on his face. He said, "You really didn't invite me here to look at the work, did you?" I did but I also wanted a chance to talk to you a bit more by ourselves. We walked around the house and I told Jim what my plans were for each room that wasn't finished. It didn't take long as there were only three rooms not completed. After the tour I asked Jim if he would like a drink and wanted to sit and talk a little. He smiled and said sure but I can't stay long as I have a meeting in the morning. I told him I had the electrician coming early to install the heater now that I've painted the walls in here. I told him to have a seat and I'll get our drinks. I came back and he had seated himself at the end of my sofa. I sat next to him but not too close. I didn't want him to think I was invading his space. We talked and I refilled our drinks, each time sitting a little closer. We seemed to really hit it off. He was extremely witty and made me laugh. Something I hadn't done much of lately. When I came back with the next drink I sat very close to him and he put his arm over my shoulder. We looked at each other and embraced in a very deep kiss. It was like fireworks going off for me. No one had ever made me feel that way. Soon we were laying next to each, other making out like a couple teen agers. I know this sounds strange, but I believe I fell in love with him right then. It was getting late and I knew if something was going to happen I had to make a move. He had not touched me sexually at all but I could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against me. It was the middle of the summer and was quite warm. I didn't have AC so I asked Jim if he minded if I opened a window to let some cool air in. He agreed it was rather warm. I got up, walked to the window and opened it. I turned around to see Jim looking at me and I removed my top and bra. His reaction was priceless, what a smile. I wasn't wasting any time and removed my pants and panties exposing my trimmed, very wet pussy. Before I returned to the couch Jim had removed his clothes. His cock was at attention, not too big or too small. I knelt in front of him, taking his member into my mouth. He moaned very softly as I sucked on his shaft. I didn't want him to cum in my mouth, I wanted to feel the warmth in my pussy. I laid him back on the couch, after getting a sheet, And lowered myself onto his shaft. We humped wildly and soon we both came. It was a wonderful feeling as he pumped me full of his manhood. I collapsed on top of him feeling his cock slowly go flaccid and slide out as I squeezed him with my pussy, my naked chest against his. We laid like that for awhile then Jim said he hated to but really needed to go home. I walked him to the door, still nude, and told him not to forget dinner tomorrow. He bent over and sucked my nipples telling me he would be here at 5. I moved back to the living room and stood in the window, making sure he could see my naked body as he left. I didn't care if my neighbors could see me. I returned to the couch and laid down on the still warm sheet, thinking about what had just happened. As I closed my eyes I played with my nipples, thinking about how Jim had just sucked on them. I needed to shower and go to bed but I thought I would just lay there a little longer and enjoy myself, then clean up. I awoke to a touch on my shoulder. I had fallen asleep nude on the couch. The electrician, who had a key to my house so he could work when I wasn't there, was standing over me. There was also a man I had never seen before with him to help. I grabbed the sheet and tried to wrap up in it but I was laying on it so I had to stand up, completely nude, to try and cover up. He said he was sorry but had called out to see if I was home and got no reply. He said he'd come back if I wanted them to leave. I told him no, it was ok. I said I knew you were coming this morning and it was my fault you saw me this way. My nipple was still partially exposed as I hadn't covered myself very well in my rush to cover up and the other man was starring at me. I went to the bathroom to shower and looked in the mirror and noticed my pussy was still exposed. No wonder the guy was starring! As I showered I couldn't help but wonder how long they were looking at me, laying there naked. Meeting husband Day 02 The day had started out really bad and I was hoping it would get better. It wouldn't! At least not at first. I heard the other contractors arriving and soon there was giggling. I knew what they were giggling about. I finished my shower and toweled off. As I always did, I dropped my towel down the laundry chute. I had already dropped the sheet down before I showered. Then to my horror, I turned around and remembered I didn't have any clothes in the bathroom. Friday night was my laundry day so I also had no clean towels, as we all know what happened on Friday night. I stood there naked, wondering what to do. I had been a topless dancer for several months when I couldn't find a job. A lot of men saw my tits and ass but they weren't working at my house. Even though I teased them by not wearing a bra around them, being naked was not the same. I decided my only recourse was to cover my pussy with one hand and my tits, as best I could, with the other arm and hand. My ass would be completely exposed during my dash down the hallway. My bedroom was as far away as it could be at the other end of the hallway. There were two men hanging my closet doors that morning so I knew that they would see me nude until I could grab my robe on my bed and put it on. I didn't know where all the men were working. As luck would have it, as I emerged out of my bathroom to make a dash down the hallway, one of the men was sitting on the floor, working and took up most of the space. As I was going by him I stumbled over a cord and reached out to keep myself from falling, straddling him in the process. My exposed pussy ended up being planted right in his face! All I heard him say was, "Oh shit". I'm not sure, but I swear he tongued me. I hurried to my room, knowing that I was completely exposed to the men. I asked the men in my room to step out so I could get dressed. They did and I got dressed and went to the store to get dinner preparations for Jim. I took my time, hoping the men who saw me naked had left. It was very embarrassing to say the least. Not only being nude and not knowing how long the electrician and his helper had watched me but I had just planted my pussy on somebody's face. What a story he had to tell his friends! I knew I had caused it all myself but that didn't help how I felt. I returned home to fix dinner and the men had left. I fixed pork steak, mashed potatoes and Harvard beets. Jim had said that was his favorite meal. I had a bottle of wine chilling to consume with our dinner. I changed into a semi sheer tank top with a sexy bra under it, lace panties and short shorts that would show my butt cheeks when I bent over. No hints there, right! I had planned for dinner to be ready at 5:10. Just before 5 Jim pulled in my driveway. I went to the door and opened it. There was a short step up, so I was higher than Jim, I wanted to see how he reacted to my outfit. His smile said it all. You look great is all he said, but that was enough. I bent over to kiss him and he put his hands on my butt and felt the soft skin of my ass, below my shorts. Dinner was good, Jim seemed to enjoy it, commenting about it being his favorite meal. We chatted during dinner, not about much, just idle chit chat. Jim asked if I'd like to go for a walk on the beach after we ate. I agreed as I walked our local beach often. On the way to the beach Jim said he walked it often and would lay out to catch some rays, as it wasn't busy. There was no sand at all, it was rocky, even out in the water. Boats would keep a safe distance as there were large boulders lurking in the water. As we walked along there were some people laying in the evening sun. The beach only had about six feet of space to walk, some places you had to walk in the water. Walking past the men I knew they could see up my loose, short, shorts. I never cared as they usually just looked, sometimes one would say something like, "wow, nice ass," I just took it as a compliment and kept walking. We walked to the end of the beach in a secluded cove and found a nice rock to sit on. Jim looked at me and said, "you know, the guys were able to see up your shorts as we walked past them." I told him they always look up trying to see what they can but I don't usually wear sexy panties. I just ignore them, I wore these for you. I guess they were able to see a little more than normal this time. Jim said, "I remember when I'd see you, I was one of those guys looking up, wishing you would someday forget to wear your underwear." How many times did you see me out here? Many, Jim said. You were definitely the talk on the beach when you showed up to walk. We were in a little secluded cove so the people up the beach couldn't see us. Jim had slid his hand up my leg and was playing with my pussy. I stood up, looked around and when I didn't see anyone, I dropped my shorts to the ground and removed my panties. Is this what you guys were hoping to see? Sure is. I sat in front of him, facing the bluff so no boaters could see me. Jim started performing oral sex on me, I laid my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying his tongue probe my vagina with expertise. I came after about ten minutes I let my legs rest to the side, wide open, feeling the lake breeze and my juices running down my ass onto the rock. I opened my eyes and looked up to see a man on the trail above the beach, starring down with his cock out, jacking off. I immediately started fingering my pussy, the guy knew I had spotted him. I waved and he waved back still pumping his cock. I told Jim he was up there and what he was doing. I wondered if the electrician and his helper had done the same this morning. I hadn't checked for wet spots on the floor. Jim asked if I wanted to leave. I said, "ok, but I want to watch him finish first," I asked Jim "Do I have to put my panties back on when we leave or would you like to put them in your pocket? That is what all you guys wanted." He immediately picked them up and put them in his pocket saying, "you know, the guys will be able to see your pussy as we walk by them." I watched him finish, I could see his cum squirting out of his cock. He put his cock back in his pants and left. I was putting my shorts back on and Jim asked, "Are you sure you don't want to wear your panties?" I said, "As long as you don't mind, I've thought about not wearing them for a long time when I come for my walk. I just never had anyone with me to protect me." Jim was grinning ear to ear as I walked in front of him, both of us knowing my pussy was on display. One of the regular guys I see when I walk said, "It's about time," as we walked by. I stopped, standing over his head and pulled my shorts to the side, completely exposing my pussy to him, saying "is this what you meant?" He smiled and just said "Oh yea." We returned to his car and Jim opened my door and as he did I said," I'm glad you don't mind me showing off, I love to see the expressions on strange men's faces when they see me looking sexy." Jim said, "As long as you like it, I find it exciting." It only takes about ten minutes to get back to my house and as we rode, I mulled over in my head whether to tell Jim what had happened that morning. I decided I had to tell him, I didn't want him finding out about it from the workers. They were coming back the next morning and I was hoping Jim would still be there. We sat on the couch, just as we had the previous night and I poured us a glass of wine. This time I sat close to him though. Jim, remember last night when you were leaving, I stood in the window naked to wave goodbye. He said," how could I forget." Well, I decided to lay back down on the couch, still nude, to think about our night and the feeling of you touching me, kissing me and coming in me, I closed my eyes for just a second. I woke up naked with the electrician tapping me on my shoulder and his helper, who I had never seen before, staring at me. Jim asked me what I did. I got up and tried to quickly wrap myself in the sheet, but in my haste I only partially covered myself. I then ran to the bathroom to shower. I made the mistake of putting my sheet and then my towel down my laundry chute. I had forgotten I had nothing to cover up with. I put one hand over my pussy and covered my tits as best I could with the other. I then made a dash for the bedroom but I tripped over a cord. I had to reach out to keep from falling and doing so I straddled the guy working in the hallway, I ended up having my pussy right in his face. I think I felt him tongue me. Jim chuckled and said, "I wish I could have seen that." I didn't know whether to be mad or relieved he wasn't upset at my carelessness. He saw the puzzled look on my face and said, "Look, we've only known each other two days, I'm not your husband or even your boyfriend, even though I'd like to be. I've watched you pass by the line for months, never looking at us. We always know when you're coming as you sound like one of those clydesdale horses when you walk. They gave you the nickname, bouncy boobs because your tits always bounced a lot as you hurried by." I told Jim, I had no idea my tits bounced like that, I always wear the most firm support bra I can find. I also hate having to wear high heels. Jim said, "If you'd slow down you wouldn't make so much noise and your tits wouldn't bounce so much." I said, "You've been watching me walk by for months and did I hear you right, you want to be my boyfriend?" Jim replied, "Yes, on both counts." All I said was why don't you plan on spending the night here, I need to know if you snore! As I let out a giggle. It was about 8 o'clock and Jim asked if I would like to go for a drink at the bar he mostly went to. I said sure, what should I wear. Just wear what you have on, but lose the bra if you want. I said, "but this tank is quite see through in the right light." Jim smiled and said I know. I said great, I hate wearing a bra as I removed my top and bra. I put my tank back on and Jim said, "God you look great!" I knew that no matter what the light was you would be able to see my nipples quite easily. I really wanted to please Jim and I liked showing my tits off to strangers. We entered the bar and it was a constant stream of guys saying hi and wanting to meet Jim's date, looking at my chest instead of my eyes. We ordered drinks and Jim asked if I'd like to play some pool. I always enjoyed playing, even though I wasn't any good at it. You put a quarter on the table and the winner played the person with the next quarter. I won the game, actually Jim lost as he scratched on the 8 ball. I proceeded to win a lot of games, I knew they were letting me win so they could look down my top when I was taking a shot. I was fully aware they could see my naked tits when I bent over as my top hung loosely. A guy finally decided to end his friends and my winning streak and beat me. Too bad, no more show for them. They had to settle for a see through show, nice, but not the same. The interior of the bar was shaped like an L. Jim and I decided to grab a table near the rear part of the L where it would be a little quieter and more private. Five of Jim's friends came and sat with us. I'm sure it was to talk with Jim and no other reason! The alcohol was flowing freely. I would no sooner finish a drink and another was set in front of me. I'm not sure but I think they were trying to get me drunk. They didn't know I knew how to pace my intake and I could also hold my liquor with the best of them. Also, and very important, I had Jim introduce me to the bartender when we first arrived and went to the bar to get our first drink. I asked him to short shot my drinks all night. He winked and said he understood. They, on the other hand were all getting a little tipsy, including Jim. One in particular was very nice when Jim introduced him but as he drank he became rather crude. Having been a dancer I knew how to handle his type. Keep a distance and watch out for his hands. Even though I was drinking weak drinks, the booze was starting to work on me. The juke box was playing and Pete, one of the guys Jim told me he played cards with asked me to dance with him, if it was alright with Jim. Jim said he was fine with it. I like to dance so I said yes. It was a fast song and as we danced we were close together because there wasn't a lot of room. Pete's hands would occasionally brush my tits as we danced. I just figured it was because we were forced to dance almost on top of each other because of the space. The music stopped and a slow song started, I turned to sit down but Pete took my arm and said lets dance. He pulled me in close to him and I felt his hands move to my ass, giving my cheeks a little squeeze. I said please don't and he moved his hands up to my back. When the song ended and I was turning away his hand ran across my tit giving it a little squeeze. I knew now the previous brushes were no accident. Closing time and we were kicked out. I gave each of the guys a kiss and hug when we left. I drove home as Jim was in no condition to get behind the wheel. I parked his car in my garage as I didn't want my parents to know he was spending the night. They drove by my house every morning to get breakfast. We went straight to my bedroom and I helped Jim get undressed and into my bed. I knew he was in no shape to perform! I undressed and climbed in next to him. I always sleep in the nude. I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, wondering if it was beating for me now. I was resting my naked body against him and kissed him lightly on the cheek whispering, "I love you." He immediately turned his head and said, "well, I love you too." We both quickly fell asleep. Meeting husband Day 03 The morning started early as I had to back Jim's car out of the garage before the crew showed up for work. Jim was cooking us breakfast, another one of his talents. As I was headed back in the house the electrician arrived with his young helper. He said again he was sorry for the previous morning. He introduced me to his young helper, Thomas, as an apprentice from the nearby trade school saying in all the confusion yesterday he forgot. I could still picture them starring at my naked body laying on the couch. Jim asked them if they would like to join us for breakfast. It smelled delicious, crispy bacon, eggs over easy, coffee and toast. They joined us and we just talked about the house being almost finished. Then Jim asked them, "Is this better than yesterdays breakfast?" I thought all three of us were going to gag. Then Jim said, "Don't worry, shit happens. That broke the tension and everyone seemed more relaxed. We finished breakfast and they went back to work. It was a hot, sunny day. Jim asked me if I wanted to take a walk on the beach before we started painting the spare bedroom. I asked him, "What Shouldn't I wear!" Wear whatever you want, I'm sure I'll be fine with whatever you choose. I had an outfit that had really short shorts with a matching crop top, that when I only buttoned the top three buttons, would easily blow up and expose my tits with just the slightest breeze and today it was kind of windy! I checked out where Thomas was and decided I needed to give him a last look. I positioned myself in front of him and dropped my keys. Checking to see if he was looking, I bent over at the waist to pick them up giving him not only a great view of my hanging tits but also a great view of my ass. We got in the car and Jim said, "I noticed you gave young Thomas a very nice show before we left. I bet you'd like to fuck him." I said, "I don't know, I guess I'd have to examine his cock first!" I think if you asked him he'd be glad to let you "examine" him! I think I would examine him with my mouth. That way I would get a full measure of him. I'm sure he would love getting measured that way. I wasn't really sure if Jim was kidding with me or if he actually wouldn't mind if I gave Thomas a blow job. I know I'd love to. I love a cock exploding in my mouth after feeling it grow, tense up and then spasm, filling my mouth with cum and swallowing all of it. We got to the beach and there was a beautiful on shore breeze. As I got out of the car I spread my legs apart as far as I could to stretch out my shorts for better viewing. I had decided I would leave the panties at home today. Jim took my hand and we walked down to the beach. It was a gorgeous day and the shore closest to the parking area was full of families. I had to be very careful not to let my top blow up and let Jim walk by closest to the people so no one could see up my shorts. Once we passed the families and entered the sparsely used part of the beach, people just didn't want to walk that far, Jim and I switched places and I let the breeze do it's thing with my top. I felt my nipples getting hard as the cool lake breeze passed over my mostly exposed breasts with my top brushing against them so gently. I felt empowered as I had never let my tits be so exposed in the past while walking the beach. We rounded the corner of the secluded cove, finding no one there, we found our rock seat, washed clean by the lake. I looked around, including above on the bluff, seeing no one, but wishing I did, I stripped naked. Jim pulled me into him and started kissing me and fondling my naked tits. He just started sucking on my hard nipples when a voice rang out from the side. Hey Jim. It was Pete with a half empty bottle of wine, you guys want a drink? I saw you far ahead of me and I thought you might want some wine. Pete walked over to us, me naked, and reached out to feel my tit. Jim pushed his hand aside and told him not to touch without asking. If she wants you to feel her up, she'll tell you. I was surprised that Jim basically just told Pete, and me, it was ok with him if Pete felt me up if I wanted him to. I guess that meant he was also ok about Thomas. Go ahead Pete, if Jim doesn't mind, neither do I. I really like having my tits fondled by a man. Pete's hands immediately started playing with my breasts then one hand went for my pussy, inserting his finger, Jim hadn't even touched me there today. I looked over at Jim and he had a big smile on his face. I said, "Jim do you want me to fuck him?" Jim replied," Yes, but I want to watch you suck him first." I couldn't believe what I just heard, so I told Pete to strip. With that, Pete pulled down his pants. He had a nice looking cock and I quickly took it into my mouth. He was soon rigid as I sucked him tasting his precum. I stopped and asked Jim if he wanted me to suck him off or fuck him. Jim asked Pete what he wanted and he said I want to fuck her. I laid on the rock and spread my legs so Pete could enter me, his cock went in easily as I was very wet. As Pete pumped my pussy, Jim dropped his shorts, his cock already erect and put it in my mouth. I was in my glory as I sucked Jim and felt Pete pumping my vagina like a mad man. All of a sudden Pete tensed and I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, the warmth of his cum filling my pussy, he came and came till his juices were running out and down across my asshole onto the rock. Pete pulled out and Jim put his cock in me, rocking back and forth. Then, to my surprise, I felt Jim inserting his finger into my ass. He had no problem as I was well lubricated by Pete's massive amount of cum. As he fingered my ass and fucked my pussy I could feel myself about to orgasm. With a muffled scream, I came, my juices mixing with Pete's. Jim pulled out and told me to roll over and put my ass in the air. I had never been fucked in my ass before but I knew I was about to be. I told Jim I had never done anal. He told me to just relax, that he would be gentle and take his time. I saw Pete out of the corner of my eye, stroking his cock, becoming erect. Jim was fingering my pussy as he slowly inserted the head of his cock into my ass. It felt so good and I was able to take him without pain. Jim was slowly pumping my ass with his cock when Pete sat in front of me and put his now hard cock to my mouth. I opened up and Pete let his cock slide between my lips. I sucked his cock as Jim fucked my ass, now with more force. I was going to come again when Pete and Jim both shot their loads into me making my orgasm that much better. Pete came so much I wasn't able to swallow it all, not that I wasn't trying. We were all exhausted. I had cum running out of every hole. I needed to clean up before getting dressed. I told them I would clean up in the water. As I reached the shore I caught a movement to my right. I turned to look and saw three men running away. There was no way to know how long they were watching. What they didn't know was I didn't care. They could have stayed and watch me bathe. I rejoined Jim and Pete, telling them that we had been watched. They asked me if I was ok. I told Jim and Pete, "if they hadn't been in such a hurry I would have sucked them off to." We all chuckled. When I was dry enough to put my clothes back on we headed back to Jim's car, Pete in tow. Like before my top just would not stay down! As we approached a guy I recognized him as one of the watchers. I stood directly over his head so he could see up my shorts with a great view of my naked pussy. I said, "If you hadn't run away I would have blown you also!" We reached the parking area and we went our separate ways. Jim and I headed back to my house. We had been gone about three hours and I wondered if the electrician was still there with his young apprentice. Actually, I was hoping he would be there. When we arrived, I noticed Thomas's car in the driveway but not the electricians truck. I assumed they left his car parked there and went to another job. We entered the house and I took my wet, dirty clothes off at the door. I was planning on painting in the nude while Jim watched. I told Jim I was going to put my dirty stuff down the laundry chute in the bathroom. I entered the bathroom just in time to see Thomas jacking off on what appeared to be a polaroid picture. He didn't hear me or see me as his eyes were closed and he was concentrating on jacking off. I cleared my throat and he about jumped out of his skin. He tripped on his pants and fell to the floor, looking up at my naked body, his cock hard, pointing up at me. I looked at the picture and it was me, laying naked on the couch as I slept. I demanded, "What's this Thomas?" Thomas said John, the electrician had taken pictures of me before waking me up. Well, how many did he take? Thomas said he only took five as that's all the film he had and he gave me one. What did he do with the others? He has them in his truck on his visor and has been looking at them. Is John coming back today? Yes, he should be here in about an hour. Stand up. Thomas stood and reached down to pull his pants up. Not so fast, I said as I took his cock in my hand and got to my knees. I think you'll like this much better than your hand. I could see the look on his face of surprise as I took his cock into my mouth. I stroked and sucked his cock with skill. He came quickly, filling my mouth with his cum. After swallowing I asked him if this was his first blow job. He said it was. I just said, "Well, I hope you enjoyed it and I hope to see your cock again." Just then, Jim walked in. He took one look at us and said, "Well, I see his cock met your expectations." Yes, it's very nice. Just look at this, as I showed Jim the polaroid. Thomas told me John has four more. Jim asked what I was going to do. I said, "I'm going to get the other pictures, my key and fire John, after I give him a piece of my mind. Thomas was just standing there, not saying a word after he pulled his pants up. I took a quick shower and got dressed, that was the end of my naked painting, at least for now. John arrived and I met him at the door holding the picture behind my back. "John, I said, just how long did you watch me before waking me up?" Not long he said. I pulled the pic from behind my back and said, "apparently you waited long enough to take a few pictures! Now go get the ones in your truck. He came back, red faced, with the other pictures. I said, "If you woke me with your camera in hand and asked if you could take pictures of me nude I would have let you, as you already had seen me naked." Give me my key and leave. By the way, I'd better not get a bill, I'll be keeping these pics if you do. I told Thomas when he came out, tell your school the truth about John. If you need them to call me here's my number. You can call me anytime or if you're in the neighbor hood you can stop in if you want. I got naked for Jim and we went to work painting. We spent every day together and we grew closer and closer. We met each others parents and they seemed to like our choice in mates. We still walked the beach, me without panties or bra, letting the guys enjoy the view. We talked and decided there would be no more sexual activity on our walks. We agreed you never know when a family might decide to walk a little further than they normally do. We had already been caught by adult men. The time went fast and soon it would be time to return to work. Sunday night before we went back to work, Jim made what seemed like, extra passionate love to me. When we finished our torrid love making, Jim asked, "Where do you want to go on our honeymoon?" All I said was, "Someplace warm with a sandy beach." 4

Molly Unbound, Chapt. 16 by Molly Molly Unbound, Chapt. 16 “Is the game over?” I asked innocently in my “Misti” voice. On the big-screen TV, the winning touchdown was being replayed in slow motion, but the three guys in Jaye’s apartment only had eyes for me. Having just stepped out of my panties and abandoned them where they fell, I stood in front of everyone wearing only my four-inch high heels.  Jaye’s friends Jason, Eli and Raj were sunken in overstuffed chairs and couches, so my newly unveiled pussy — shaven except for the tuft of red at the very top — was directly at their eye level as I stood only a few feet away across the width of the coffee table. I was in position to sit down on the couch next to Jaye, but I was putting it off because I wanted to be on display. I had to admit, this was different. Exciting-different. Although I got plenty turned on prancing around naked in the company of rowdy lesbians, there was a different kind of arousal doing it in front of men. Maybe it was the erections in their pants, I don’t know, but it was definitely a thrill and I wanted to soak in every watt of their rapt attention. I stood there with one hand on my hip and casually sipping my drink while I looked at the TV as if I gave a sh1t who just won that game.  “I told you guys they’d come back to win it,” Jaye was crowing. As she laughed and rocked her body on the couch, she reached one arm around my leg and put her hand against the inside of my thigh to hug my leg against the side of her head. She made it look like an innocent motion, but her fingers were very high on my leg and as she “rested” her hand there I felt her fingertips migrating upwards.  Back at the House, I might have smacked her hand or twirled teasingly out of her grasp, but Misti would not resist, so I didn’t. I wasn’t sure how far Jaye would try to take this, and I couldn’t trust either one of us, so I turned my body sideways to at least block the guys’ view. I bent low over the coffee table and then looked up at the guys. “Is everyone done with the nachos?” Misti asked, punctuating the question with an adorable little wiggle that set our boobs a wobbling as we remained bent over the table awaiting their reply.  The guys were slow to answer and I patiently held my position as each managed to mumble his assent. Meanwhile, Jaye’s hand had reached the top of my thigh and her fingertips were tracing a path along my labia wanting to come in. I wasn’t sure if I was going to let that happen, but I definitely wanted to draw out the moment a little longer.  Fortunately, men are messy eaters so I could easily find something to do to pass the time. Grabbing some paper napkins, I began mopping up little spills and crumbs from the table top. Although my breasts are small enough to be well-behaved in most circumstances, in this position they leaped madly in all directions as I Misti put her boundless enthusiasm into a job well done. I moved one foot slightly widen my stance and Jaye took the invitation and got her fingers wet. “Goodness,” Misti declared. “There’s something on the table here . . . something that I . . . better . . . scrub!” I began vigorously cleaning an imaginary spot on the table while Jaye simply held her hand steady and let me wiggle myself against it. I figured I could keep the guys preoccupied with the physics of boob movement for a while, but I didn’t want them to notice what was going on elsewhere. I most certainly did not want to have an orgasm in front of them. A girl’s got to draw the line somewhere. Jaye wasn’t helping matters because she had begun pointing out other spots on the table that Misti should clean. “You didn’t get this one all the way,” Jaye insisted, pointing to a spot where I’d probably already rubbed the finish off the table.  Summoning my will power I stepped to the side and Jaye slid her hand wetly down my leg as I stepped out of her reach. “Golly, I’d better get some cleaning supplies,” Misti panted and staggered off.  In the kitchen, I made myself another drink and consumed it entirely as I dried myself with paper towels and tried not to masturbate. I had enjoyed this little outing far more than I ever thought I would, but it was time for those boys to leave so Jaye and I could get down to business. Enough with the foreplay already.  I was also getting tired of those damn shoes. I do enjoy the experience of wearing high heels when I am otherwise naked, but these were starting to hurt my feet and they were so tall I was having trouble keeping my balance. That may have had more to do with the alcohol I had consumed, but whatever the cause I was unsteady as I came back to the couch. I brought with me a bottle of spray cleaner and a paper towel so I could pretend to finish what I started. However, I didn’t want to give Jaye too much access to my backside so I worked my way around on the guys’ side. This required me to put my butt in their faces as I cleaned imaginary spots on the table and excused myself along among their feet. When I worked my way around to Jaye, I was just going to sit down next to her, but I lost my balance at the last moment and fell directly onto her lap. She spread her legs and my butt slid between them onto the cushion, my legs draped over her knees and unintentionally spread wide. Instinctively, I started to lift one leg to bring them together, but Jaye grabbed my knee to stop me and said, “I’ll bet you’d like to get those shoes off, wouldn’t you, Misti?” “Um, may I please, ma’am?” Misti asked warily, knowing from experience (as I felt sure she did) that Jaye had not actually granted permission simply by asking that question. “Let me help,” Jaye said, putting her hands under my knees and bending my legs so my feet came off the ground. Before I realized what she was up to, Jaye had grabbed both of my spike heels in one hand and pulled back, sending my knees in opposite directions and putting every bit of me on display. “I’ll just . . . undo these . . . buckles,” Jaye was muttering, as she pulled my heels in tighter to spread me open farther. “Um, you don’t actually need to unbuckle them,” Misti offered in an attempt at being helpful. “The straps just slip off the back.” Jaye completely ignored this input and kept fiddling with the buckle as she tugged tighter on my heels. I knew, of course, that my legs were plenty strong enough to break her grip, but the guys were now leaning in so close I might put someone’s eye out.  I was conflicted. I may be an exhibitionist, but I would not normally spread my legs anywhere near this much. On the other hand, I wasn’t the one making it happen, and besides it was Misti doing this not me. As I pondered this, I saw one of the guys getting out his phone. Jaye noticed too, and warned, “I told you guys no pictures.” “Just hear me out,” Raj said, keeping his phone in his lap. “You told us no pictures in which Misti could be identified, but couldn’t we just . . . take some close-ups?” “No, you can’t!” I insisted without trying to sound like Misti. “Wait, Misti. Raj has a good point, “No one would see your face in this shot.” “But . . . ma’am,” I said, trying to get back into character. “How do we know they won’t cheat?” “Raj, Misti has articulated a reasonable concern,” Jaye said in her lawyerly way. “How can you assure her she won’t be identifiable in any of your photos?” “I’ve got it,” Jason offered, holding up his own phone. “We each take a few shots and then put our phones down here on the table. You can then examine each of them and delete any pictures you don’t like, but please PLEASE let us do this.” “Okay, okay,” Misti said. “But can we please hurry up? This isn’t a super comfortable position.” I covered my face with my hands and peeked through my fingers as the guys aimed their phones at my wide open womanhood from six inches away. When they were done and each man had set his phone on the coffee table, Jaye slipped the straps off of my heels and my bare feet found their way to the floor. I wiggled off of her lap and was sitting beside her in a much more ladylike posture as she flipped through the photos on each camera.  As promised, every photo was a close-up showing my intimate orifices in more high-resolution detail than I had even seen before. Jaye playfully zoomed in on one of the shots until my pink anus filled the screen framed by the arches of my shoes. “Jesus Christ!” I exclaimed, picking perhaps the least appropriate moment to call Divine attention to myself.  After telling the guys to each email her their best shot, Jaye brought the visit to a close and Misti hugged each guy exuberantly as they went out the door. When we were finally alone I started ripping Jaye’s clothes off of her and wanted to make love to her right there on the couch. I wanted HER to have an orgasm, and I wanted ME to give it to her, but I was so turned on myself that I didn’t resist for long when she started maneuvering me into a different position where she was making love to me. I tried again and again that night to get my face between her legs, and each time she let me do it just long enough for me to start thinking she was going to let it happen, but she always managed to turn things around. I’m not very good at keeping my brain functioning during sex, and Jaye was at the opposite extreme so over and over again she was able to control what happened and I went along with it because I kept forgetting what my plan was. In between orgasms, I tried to at least get more emotional intimacy. “Tell me about the first girl you ever fell in love with,” I said. That’s my favorite question to ask someone, especially someone you are in bed with. “I’ve never been in love,” she said, “and I probably won’t fall in love with you. No offense.” “None taken,” I said, “because I don’t want you to fall in love with me.” Then what did I want? I just wanted to make her feel something. As I lay my head on her chest listening to the beat of her inscrutable heart, I told myself I would figure out what really turned her on and then by God I would make her feel something. Molly Unbound, Chapt. 17 Somewhere about this time, the rent came due again and this time I could pay it all by myself. Yay! My piece-of-crap car was being uncharacteristically dependable — Yay! - but that also meant my enforced nudity requirement was . . . over. I ignored it, and everyone let me for about a week, but then one of the Honorary Roommates had to mention it, breaking the spell. “Technically,” Jaye said, “the nudity requirement remains in force as long as the official notice remains posted, and the only person with standing to remove said notice is Molly herself.” This, she later admitted, was based on absolutely no legal precedent or principle, but it sounded good. I continued to undress in the entranceway, following the rule to the letter even if no one was home but me, and as I stepped over the threshold naked I would put my hand on the Post-It note and press it firmly against the wall. * * * * Jaye was a lawyer, but not the courtroom kind. She specialized in business contracts between small businesses, and a lot of her clients were Internet startups. These tended to be male-dominated, informal workplaces with Star Wars decorations and beer at staff meetings. Within this ecosystem, Jaye had made a reputation for herself as an inspired matchmaker who could bring together two small companies that needed each other but didn’t know it yet. She was also notorious for “team-building” parties that involved strippers or topless bartenders. Because she was a woman, she could get away with things considered sexist when done by men, and because these were small private companies there were no human resource managers to advise against it. After Misti’s successful debut in front of three guys in her apartment, Jaye started pitching something bigger. “It will be practically the same thing,” she was saying. “But instead of in my apartment it will be in a hotel suite, and instead of three guys there would be . . . a few more.” “How many more” “Probably no more than eight or ten. Maybe 15?” “Fifteen? I can’t—“ “Did I say 15? I meant no more than 12. Or ten.” “And what exactly would Misti be doing in front of these 10-to-15 guys,” I asked. “Getting stripped and spanked for buying the wrong brand of salsa?” “Stripped most definitely, but maybe not spanked. I was thinking of something a little . . . different.” She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs. “Absolutely no freakin way!”  “Now don’t jump to conclusions. Things aren’t always what they seem.” She put the handcuffs on herself and showed me the little button she could press to release them. “So you’d just be putting on a little show, Molly — and I KNOW you like to put on a show.” I tried them out on one wrist at a time about ten times in a row to make sure the button always worked. Then I tried both wrists together — my heart racing when I snapped the second one in place — but it was always easy to get my thumbs on the buttons. I tried it with the cuffs behind my back and stood looking at myself in the mirror, naked except for the handcuffs. “It is kind of a sexy visual, isn’t it?” I admitted. “Very, VERY sexy. “ * * * * * That Friday, I showed up at a hotel suite reprising my Misti outfit, but this time Jaye had also insisted on one additional detail — pigtails. The suite was set up with some folding chairs, a really big TV and a serving table on which caterers were setting up drinks and finger food. I could see at least a dozen people milling around— all but one of them male. Jaye was in one of her flashier vintage suits — a peach-colored double-breasted with wide-lapels and pinstripes.  “There’s the adorable Misti now!” she cried.  I got myself into character, sashayed over in my four-inch heels and proceeded to giggle at everything everyone said. Jaye gave an introductory speech about how cool these two little companies already were, and how fantastic they would become by joining forces. Gesturing to the gigantic TV screen and some kind of gamer setup, she announced the activity she had planned for the event. The participants were to play a game in which two players from each company had to coordinate their actions — rather than compete — in order to defeat the game.  As the team reached each difficult milestone, Jaye explained, the adorable Misti would remove one article of clothing! Furthermore, she went on, IF the players cooperated sufficiently to achieve the highest score, “Misti will remain entirely naked for the rest of our three-hour reception . . . wearing these!” Here, she held aloft the handcuffs. The men all cheered this news and quickly chose their best gamers to take the controls and get me naked.  As play began, Jaye introduced me to a guy named Anders who did not seem to belong to either of the two companies. And though she’d introduced me as “Misti,” Anders said — with an English accent — “At last I get to meet the amazing Molly. Jaye told me you were absolutely adorable and you are all of that and more. Love the pigtails.” “Anders here is part of my cabal of venture capitalists,” Jaye explained. “He’s putting together a package for these guys.” As if responding to having been mentioned, the guys playing the game gave a cheer. They had reached the first milestone and everyone looked at me. “Pardon me a sec,” I sang out cheerily to Anders in Misti’s voice, pulled my dress up over my head and tossed it aside to much applause.  I mingled throughout the room dressed like a Victoria’s Secret model — with pigtails — and the guys playing the game knuckled down with new resolve to get to the next milestone that would cost me my bra.  “Allow me to take this moment to remind you, gentlemen,” Jaye said as the scoreboard approached that number, “NO touching and NO photography.” When the big TV showed they had hit the magic number, everyone paused to watch as I slowly took off my bra and cast it aside. Woops and cheers welcomed my breasts to the party, and my nipples made it clear that they were happy about it too. The uber-gamers went back to their controls and I mingled among the guests wearing only panties and high heels . . . and pigtails. There was music and I let Misti put a little dance in her steps so that our boobs would bounce.  Anders was off in a corner talking on his phone most of the evening, but he was always watching whenever I glanced his way. I let our eyes meet once in a while (I’m a sucker for an English accent), but I mainly had my eye on the lone female in the group. She was way over in a corner and I was surrounded by guys trying to chat me up. The girl was cutely plump and wore baggy cargo shorts and I guessed she was gay. (My personal gaydar, is generally reliable in these matters). When the next level came, I played with the waistband of my panties, teasing them down until my red pubic hair started poking out then I pulled them back up and took off my shoes instead. The guys groaned in disappointment and determinedly went back to their task. They were getting good at this game and got to the next level fast. I took off those panties slowly and was now completely nude but the game was not yet over.  “The finish line is in sight, boys” Jaye said, “but that final level is tricky. If you can’t get past it, Misti will soon be wearing clothes again, but if you succeed she will only be wearing these.” Here she held up the handcuffs. As the men chuckled in anticipation, Jaye whipped her silk handkerchief from her jacket pocket. “And with her ankles bound as well!” Wait — what? This detail had not been discussed, and now I didn’t have much time to think about it. I looked up the TV screen and watched as the score blasted through the final goal  Everyone looked at me. I drained my champagne glass and put my hands behind my back and tried to giggle. I felt Jaye put the cold metal on my wrists. The cuffs were on me and I desperately wanted to test the buttons again just to be sure, but I couldn’t do that when any of the guys could see it. But Jaye turned me around so my back was away from everyone and I did a quick test and the cuffs unlocked. I quietly snapped them back in place and looked down where Jaye was kneeling in front of me tying my ankles together with her handkerchief.  “You’d better not let me fall,” I whispered.  “Trust me,” she said, and I did. As all of this was going on, the caterers were bringing in more food, drinks and lavish desert options. “Well c’mon everyone,” Jaye said in her role as grand host, “Let’s celebrate your future.” Everyone made their way to the food and drink table, but they all had their eyes on me. Jaye held my arm securely and I hopped beside her towards the table. I looked down to watch my boobs bounce and then looked up at the faces of all the men watching my boobs bounce. No matter what else they were doing — eating, talking, taking sips from their drinks — everyone watched me hop and bounce towards the table. Jaye followed at my side, spotting me but barely having to hold on. When we finally made it to the table I, of course, could not feed myself or even sip my drink so Jaye had to help me with all of this. She poured too much champagne into my mouth, forcing me to gulp what I could and let the rest spill over my chin and trickle down my body. She knew I liked doing that so she made it happen almost every time she gave me a sip. The girl programmer was at the end of the line, having hung back to let all the men go first. I whispered in Jaye’s ear and she pulled her phone out of her pocket pretending to have gotten a phone call. She told the nonexistent caller to hold and then motioned to the girl, who seemed startled to have been singled out and came forward awkwardly. “Tess, I have to take this call someplace quieter,” Jaye explained. “Would you look after Misti? Be careful she doesn’t fall.” Without waiting for an answer, Jaye put her phone back to her ear and walked away. “Hi, Tess!” Misti sang out brightly. “Could you help me with some champagne?”  Molly Unbound, Chapt. 18 Tess clearly had no idea what to say or where to put her eyes. “I’ll go get you a glass,” she said to the air next to me. “It’ll be more fun if you just help me get down there,” I said, grabbing her arm and hopping in the direction of the drink table. She followed by my side and I leaned towards her in an intentional wobble. Before she knew she’d done it, Tess had one hand on my back and the other on my rib cage, catching my pretend fall.  “Thanks,” I said. “You’d better hold onto me while we do this so I don't fall, ‘kay?” And so I hopped my way back over to the wine table, my breasts dancing happily all the way. “So you’re programmer?” I asked, pretending to stumble again so she’d have to grab me. “That is so cool!”  When we got to the table, I had her hold my glass so I could drink. “Do you have a girlfriend,” I asked between gulps, making the assumption she was lesbian. “No! I . . . I . . . don’t.”  “I’m surprised, cause you’re so cute,” I said, making her blush. “I know some girls who would love to meet you. Ooh, let’s go back to the desert table. Hold me so I don’t fall, kay?” I hopped and bounced my way back across the room, intentionally falling against Tess and brushing my nipple against her bare arm. She gasped and almost apologized, but then I did it again and our eyes met and I winked at her. Along the way one of the guys approached. “Excuse me, Misti,” he said. “I know we’re not supposed to take pictures, and we haven’t been, but could we take just one picture of you with our good friend Tess. We can avoid showing your face if you want, but we totally need to get a shot of you and our Tess.” I looked at Tess and her face was radiant. I wanted to do this for her so I hopped my body sideways and leaned against her, burying my face in her neck as everyone took photos.  I saw Jaye making her way back toward us, apparently having concluded her important imaginary phone call. “Tess,” I said. “Would you like to come to a party sometime?” I gave her the address and my phone number and she punched it into her phone. Her co-workers weren’t close enough to hear us, but they could tell what was happening. “Do NOT share this with those losers you work with.” She grinned and whispered, “I promise.”  “And you’ll come?” “Yes, but you haven't told me when it is.” I laughed and considered saying “every night,” which was true, but decided it would be better to be specific. “Next Saturday,” I said. “Around six.” Jaye was back so I kissed Tess on the cheek and watched as she went back to her co-workers, who mobbed her wanting to know what had just happened. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I liked seeing her become the center of attention. We had barely touched the desert table, and there was almost too much to choose from. I normally gravitate to whatever contains the most chocolate, but for this occasion I picked the messiest confection on the table — a mini cupcake with frosting piled up precariously on its top. Jaye teased me with it, holding it close to my mouth so I had to grab at it with my mouth, getting frosting on my chin and nose. Jay started to clean me up with her finger, but I whispered, “no hands.” She kissed me wherever I had icing on my face.  The cupcake still had plenty of frosting left and Jaye held it near my mouth again, teasing me, but before I could make a grab for it she lowered her hand and smooshed the icing against my right breast. “Yeah!” everyone cheered, startling me because I had almost forgotten we were surrounded by a dozen men and one cute lesbian.  “No hands,” I said again, pushing my chest out.  “Yeah! Woo-hoo!” Everyone in the room was cheering us on.  Jaye lowered her head to my chest and I could see her scalp reddening through her blonde flat-top as she wrapped her Angelina Jolie lips around my nipple and sucked the icing off.  “Do it again!” someone yelled, followed by more cheers. I rotated on my hips, presenting the other, as-yet-untouched breast. Jaye held the cupcake an inch from my nipple and held it there a few seconds so everyone could get their eyes focused on it. Then she slowly wiped the remaining icing onto me and tossed the naked cupcake over her shoulder.  “No hands,” I said again. Guys were making drumroll noises as Jaye brought her mouth down wide and enveloped half of my breast, sucking just hard enough to hold me in there while she slid her voluptuous lips down to the tip of my nipple. The applause was thunderous. “Again!” everyone yelled. “Do it again!” Molly would have told them one suck per nipple was way more than any of them deserved to witness in their lifetimes, but Misti just giggled and said, “I need to go to the ladies’ room.” I took several hops away from Jaye and into the scrum of men crowded around us. They gave ground grudgingly, making me brush against them before they moved. I stopped midway through and turned myself around to look back at Jaye.  “I’m gonna need some help, ya know.” Every guy in the room volunteered. “Not from YOU guys!” Misti giggled fetchingly. Jaye was by this time coming after me, collecting back slaps and encouragement along the way, but I didn’t wait for her, hopping away toward the bathroom to the beat of the music.  “Dance, Misti!” someone yelled, and I called over my shoulder, “find me some Beyonce and maybe I will!” Jaye and I had had earlier agreed it would be okay for me to remove the cuffs in the bathroom since no one could see me there. But I didn’t. I sat down sideways on the toilet, my hands still locked behind me. “You’re going to have to wipe me,” I said, looking up at her. “Because I can’t.” “Happy to assist,” she said, tearing off a few squares of toilet paper. I raised myself up high enough for her to reach between my legs and pat me dry. She washed her hands and opened the door and I heard Beyonce. Not wanting to disappoint, Misti hop-danced out of the room and into the welcoming crowd. I was sweaty and out of breath when the music ended and Jaye was launching into her business speech, thanking everyone for coming and rhapsodizing over the magnificent work the two little companies were going to do together. She praised me effusively and everyone cheered and called out my name (well, Misti’s name). I was in that moment the most beautiful and enticing woman on the planet. I was a goddess. A sweaty, handcuffed goddess. As all the men watched, Jaye came up to me and swept me into the classic Life Magazine VJ Day kiss — except in the updated version the girl is naked and handcuffed with her ankles tied together. When she set me on my feet again, I hopped to the door and invited everyone to hug me since I couldn’t hug them.  “I hope you don’t mind that I’m a little sweaty,” I kept saying apologetically. No one minded at all and I felt their hands on my back and my hips. When it was Tess’ turn, I kissed her full on the mouth and said loudly enough for her co-workers to hear, “I’ll see you next weekend, Tess!”  Anders was the last to leave and he said, “may I kiss your hand, Molly?” I turned around and bent over, presenting my butt and hands in a curtsy-inspired pose, looking over my shoulder as Anders had to put his face so very close to my butt in order to kiss my hand. “Enchanted,” he said to me, standing up, and then to Jaye he said, “I see you used the fakes.” Jaye shrugged and told me, “Anders has seen most of my tricks before.” “It doesn’t matter that they’re fake,” I said, finding myself coming to Jaye’s defense. “These are staying on until Jaye takes them off of me — preferably after several sensational orgasms which I would like to get started with if you don’t mind.” “Ouch!” Anders said with an exaggerated flinch. “You were also right about her being feisty.” I hopped a step towards Jaye, put my face close to hers and said, “you called me feisty?” “Well, I should leave,” Anders said, backing towards the door, “but before I do, Jaye PLEASE tell me you have invited Molly, Misti or both to the luncheon tomorrow.” “I have and she said she’d love to.” “I did not.”  “I believe you did.” “When?” “Well, we were being rather intimate at the time and I invited you and you said yes.” “I did? Dressed like this?” “Well . . . one might postulate it was implied.” “I’ll see myself out,” Anders said, his hand on the doorknob. “Nighty-night, Anders!” I said in my most Misti of Misti voices. “And thank you I would LOVE to attend you luncheon. Jeepers!” That last utterance sent Jaye and Anders into convulsive laughter during which Anders finally made his exit, leaving Jaye and me alone. Molly Unbound, Chapt. 19 As the door clicked, I said in my own voice, “I meant what I told him. I’m not going to undo these handcuffs myself, so I’ll stay like this until you decide to free me.” “That might take me a while,” Jaye said, striding toward me. “I have a few things to do first.” She fell to her knees in front of me, put her hands on my butt cheeks and gave my pussy a long, deep and passionate kiss. I wasn’t sure if I could keep my balance having an orgasm like this, and besides, I reminded myself, I wanted HER to be the one having the orgasm. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” I said, trying to take charge though I was the one bound, “and take off your clothes before you touch me again.” I hopped into the bedroom and Jaye followed, efficiently shedding articles of clothing as she went. I put my knees on the foot of the bed and balanced myself there. “I’m going to fall face first into your pussy,” I declared. “Hmmm, that might be a little dangerous,” Jaye said as she tossed aside her underwear and jumped naked onto the bed and spread herself for me. “It’s part of my job to assess and mitigate risk.” “Then I’ll aim my face for your belly, and you catch me as I fall.” Jaye positioned herself accordingly and held out her hands. “I’m ready. Do you trust me?” “I do.” I leaned forward and let myself fall. She caught me by the shoulders, slowing me just enough but not too much. I turned my head a little sideways to protect my nose and — SMACK! — my face slapped hard against her belly.  I wiggled my body downwards until my mouth was between her legs, imagining what this must look like from above — my hands handcuffed behind me and my ankles tied together with her silk handkerchief as I made love to her. I felt certain that THIS was going to be our breakthrough moment and that she would finally have an orgasm with me.  For a while it seemed like it would be, but then she closed her thighs around my head and rolled me over onto my back. I felt a moment of panic because my face was so smooshed into her pussy that I couldn’t breathe. She lifted her body up a couple inches and I lifted my head to keep making love to her, but she began crawling down over me so that her stomach and then her breasts were above my face. My hands were not only cuffed, but pinned beneath me and all I could do was kiss whatever body part passed by, now her neck and then her lips and we kissed deeply while we ground our pelvises into each other. She kept moving her body down over mine, kissing my breasts and my belly and then between my legs. Though my ankles remained bound, she pushed my knees apart enough to get her face between my thighs and she kissed me and kissed me until I forgot about my plan. Afterwards, she rolled me over onto my stomach and I waited for her to release me. She gripped one hand around the chain so that I could no longer reach the buttons if I tried, while with her other hand she pushed me to orgasm again in a manner that made the notion of a penis seem quaint. When she finally released the handcuffs, my hands fell to the mattress limp and she kissed her way down my legs to my ankles where she untied the handkerchief. I did not even try to move until she helped me roll over onto my back. She held me and I must have fallen asleep because now the bedroom was dark and I realized I was alone. I got out of bed and went looking for her. The bathroom door was closed and I heard a faint buzz coming from inside and then the sound of her voice. She was moaning. I had never once heard her moan. I sat on the cold tile floor and cried as she masturbated with the bathroom door between us. I found my clothes, put them on and left.  The next day I woke up sad and conflicted, and I remembered we were supposed to go to Anders’ stupid “luncheon.” I had definitely agreed to go to — maybe not the first time, but of my on volition the second. It was a Saturday and Jaye came over to the house at 2 p.m. to pick me up. I was in the kitchen wearing only pigtail bands and too much makeup. My Misti clothing was hanging in the entranceway and I went in there to put everything on. It takes a lot longer for Misti to get dressed than me, and I was in the middle of it when Shelly and Elle came through the front door and jostled past. Jaye’s car was out front and we chatted superficially on the ride to the hotel. I waited until we were getting out of the elevator and on our way to the suite and then asked, “is there anything else I agreed to do while I was in the middle of having an orgasm?” “I’m tempted to improvise a list, but no, there’s nothing else.” “Good,” I said, choosing my words, “because I don’t want to do this anymore.” “Uh, do which part exactly?” Jaye asked, her pace slowing. “Anders!” Mitsi squeaked as we approached the open doors of the suite. Inside, it was like the previous suite, but everything looked more expensive, including the suits worn by the venture capitalists for whom Misti was going to put on a show. Why was I doing this again? Before introducing me to anyone, Jaye said, “take off your dress, Misti.” “Already?” Misti asked. “Isn’t there gonna be a contest or something?” “No, and stop questioning your instructions. Take off your dress.” Great. Not only was she rushing me into it without the first drink, but she was going to do the hardass domme routine. “Okedoke!” Misti said cheerily, and I pulled the dress up over my stupid pigtails and tossed it on the floor, not even aiming at a piece of furniture. Our eyes met and I gave her a warning look. Anders closed the door of the suite as Jaye led me around the room and started making the introductions. I have not wasted brain cells remembering their names, but they were rich white guys of various ages. Actual behavior-wise, they did nothing wrong. Nobody took my picture, nor misbehaved. There was no specific reason for me to feel this way, but I really wanted this to be over. “Bra and panties now, ma’am?” Misti asked. Jaye seemed surprised I was rushing it, but went along. “Yes, Misti, bra and panties,” she said with a tone of annoyance, as if I should have known the answer without asking. Had I liked these guys, I would have given them a nice Taking Off My Bra Show, but instead I shucked my bra and panties with no more ceremony than a person getting in the shower. “Shoes too? I asked, wishing I’d included them earlier. “No.” Damn. My disrobing had taken place so soon after our entrance that I was still carrying my little red purse, so I stepped over to the bar. “Vodka tonic,” Misti told the bartender, as I opened my purse prepared to pay.  “She’ll have champagne,” Jaye corrected, taking my purse and tucking it under the bar. The waitress (good girl) looked at me for confirmation. Misti said, “I’ll have champagne, please.” Jaye only let me drink half my glass before she got out the cuffs and said, “put your hands behind your back, cun— cutie-pie.” I gave her a slow, steady look — long enough for everyone to wonder if I would obey. She knew that had the C-word come out of her mouth, Misti would have vanished and been replaced by a very angry Molly.  I threw back the rest of my drink and allowed Misti to say, “okedoke!” I put my hands behind my back, cringing anew at the feel of the handcuffs clicking shut, reminding myself that I could open them if I truly needed to. If I felt panicky, I could just hop into the kitchen or the bathroom and give myself a break. As before, I felt for the buttons, not to press them yet but just for the security of knowing they were there, and . . . they weren’t there. I looked down at Jaye in alarm as she was tying the silk handkerchief around my ankles and when our eyes met she said, “trust me.” I yanked one foot upwards as the knot closed around the other and roared “NO!” like a lion that just found itself in the body of a 110-pound naked girl. In pigtails.  Jaye looked dumbfounded as I put my escaped foot against her chest and pushed her tumbling backward into the makeshift bar, sending open bottles of expensive liquor collapsing like bowling pins. The force of the kick sent me backwards as well and I fell onto a couch in full panic mode, unable to think of anything but freeing my hands. I pulled my hands as far as they could go into the metal bands and squeezed the chain over my butt and my feet to get my hands in front of me. My left hand was farthest through and I put all my effort into forcing it, scraping a layer of skin off my knuckles as I pulled my hand free. Molly Unbound, Chapt. 20 Jaye was still struggling to get to her feet, liquor dripping on her from the table above. Some of the men were helping her while the rest stared at me in shock. Anders stepped towards me wanting to help, but I snarled, “you don’t even know me!” He froze where he stood as I grabbed my purse from behind the bar and ran around the room snatching up my clothing. A guy held out my panties, apologetically. “Keep them,” I growled, whirled around and headed for the door — Jaye now running up behind me calling my real name.  She caught up to me outside the suite in the hotel hallway where two food service employees looked up in surprise a few doors down where they had been pushing a room service cart. Their expressions reminded me I was still naked, and Jaye was in front of me jabbering an apology. I let everything fall except my dress and pointed my finger at her — my arm outstretched perpendicular to the floor, the handcuffs swinging from my wrist. “You betrayed my trust!” I screamed. Wanting only to escape, I started pulling the dress over my head, but one of the straps got caught on one of my stupid pigtails and having no patience left I yanked the dress violently downward, snapping the strap. Jaye was still talking but my brain no longer bothered to process her words. Scooping my belongings off the floor, I stomped down the hallway towards the elevator, my free hand tugging out one of the pigtail bands. The two food service guys watched me go by and one of them said to the other, “welcome to America.” The elevator doors opened as I approached, as if they too were afraid to cross me just now. Inside, I jabbed the “L” button violently and as the mirrored doors closed in front of me I saw what I looked like. I had not realized my left wrist was bleeding from the scrape, and while undoing my pigtail I had smeared blood on my forehead and the left side of my face. Half of my hair was still in a pert pigtail while the other half went wild. In my left fist, I held the vanquished hair band, along with many tangled strands of my own distinctly colored hair. My right breast was half exposed because of the broken shoulder strap and under that arm I cradled my purse, bra and only one shoe. The clinking of the handcuff chain was the only sound as my eyes drifted away from my own reflection and noticed for the first time the reflections standing next to my own. Two little old ladies were in the elevator with me. Blue haired, less than five feet tall and perfumed with lilac, they were looking back at me through the reflection. “Are you alright, dear? one of them asked, in a grandmotherly tone that assured me she only cared about my well being, whatever poor decisions I may have made.  “I’m okay, thank you,” I assured her, looking directly at her face now. Her moist eyes were still young inside her shriveled body. “I . . . just broke up with someone.” That didn’t seem like a good enough explanation, even to me, but before I could say anything more the elevator came to a stop and opened into a bustling lobby. I wanted to find the ladies’ room to at least get the blood off my face so I didn’t look like I was in a “Carrie” remake, but I saw no hint of restroom signs. Immediately to my left was a dark lounge with no one at the bar except the bartender. I ducked inside, hearing behind me one of the old ladies say, “oh, to be young again.” “Do you have a restroom?” I asked the bartender, and then I waited while he took me all in. I was patient because I knew that could take a while. “It’s over there,” he said, pointing back out the way I’d come. “Are you injured? Do you need me to call 911?” I looked out the doorway and finally saw the restroom sign, but it was way over on the other side of the lobby. “A glass of water and some paper towels will do,” I said, taking the stool farthest from the door. “That and a double vodka tonic.”  I dropped my bra and shoe on the bar and dug through my little purse for my compact. Dipping a napkin in my glass of water, I started cleaning the blood off my forehead, inspecting myself in the tiny round mirror. The bartender put a slice of lime in a nice tall bubbly glass and set it in front of me.  “Bless you!” I sighed, sucking a long gulp through the straw and making eye contact with him for the first time. He was attractive in a very boyish way and did not look old enough to be tending bar. I guessed he was either a Mormon or an Eagle Scout. No, not Mormon or he wouldn’t be tending bar. A straying Mormon perhaps, or an Eagle Scout. His name tag said “Chad.” “If you don’t mind me asking,” Chad said, “what . .. how did . . .?” “I broke up with my girlfriend,” I said as if this explained it all, and continued washing the blood off my face.  Chad surveyed the evidence — a bra and one shoe on the bar, handcuffs, bleeding knuckles, one strap of my dress broken . . . and one pigtail. “But—“ “Did I get it all,” I asked, leaning forward and turning my head from side to side so he could inspect me up close — and also giving him an opportunity to look down my front. “I . . . I think so.” I had lifted my butt slightly off the stool to lean forward and when I plopped back down I felt my dress slip down a little farther, but I didn’t want to acknowledge it.  “I think . . . we have a first aid kit,” Chad was saying as he opened a drawer under the bar while looking at my chest. “Let me bandage that hand for you.” “So are you a medic as well as a bartender?” “No, but I learned first aid in Scouting.” Called it. I extended my left hand to him and raised my right to show the handcuffs. “I don’t suppose you got a merit badge in lock picking also?” “They don’t, um, give merit badges for that,” Chad stammered, and I could tell from his eyes that by raising my arm to display the handcuffs I was displaying some nipple as well. Good. I decided now would be a good time to take out that remaining pigtail so I started digging at it, the cuffs jangling against my ear and my boob jiggling its way all the way to freedom.  Chad apparently was pretty good at first aid because he managed to bandage my hand without actually looking at it. His eyes were on my breast the entire time as I made a big production out of that hair tie. “All done,” Chad he said, applying a final crooked strip of white tape, “but, um, you . . . your . . . it’s . . .” He was gesturing at my chest and I had to look down and pretend to realize for the first time that my right boob was entirely exposed. “Darn it,” I said casually, but made no immediate move to correct the situation. “Do you have a safety pin or a needle and thread or something? And a cab. I could use one of those too.” The distance home would normally be walkable, but I didn’t feeling like doing it with one shoe. Chad ransacked all the drawers and cabinets looking for a safety pin while I left myself exposed and even gave him some extra bouncing as I reached over my shoulder to grab for the shoulder strap. “All I can find are paperclips,” Chad said apologetically. “Will that work?” While Chad called the front desk to order me a cab, I made a vaudeville act out of trying to attach the paperclip to my strap and then connect it to the dress. I kept pulling up my dress and letting it fall again, flashing him over and over. Finally I had it precariously attached. “Five-to-seven minutes,” Chad said, hanging up the phone. “Perfect,” I said, sucking up the dregs of my drink until the straw gurgled air. “Just enough time for one more of these.” When he turned his back to reach the vodka bottle, I quickly dislodged the paper clip and tugged down my dress to show some nipple again. “So Chad,” I said, “do you have a girlfriend?” "Yes. Her name is Allison.” He finished the drink and slid it over to me, and I took a long drink of it, watching his expression change as he noticed my renewed exposure. He opened his mouth and then seemed to think better of it. Good boy. "And you respect Allison's 's preferences, right?” "Sure . . . You mean like—" "So if she explicitly told you that she didn't mind you stripping her naked in front of strangers at a party, but that she absolutely didn't want to be tied up, you'd respect her wishes on that, wouldn't you?” "Well, yeah, but she would never—" "And if she told you she was willing to wear fake handcuffs and have her ankles tied together so she had to hop around naked with her boobs bouncing all night, you wouldn't try to trick her by putting real handcuffs on her, would you?” "Of course not, but Allison— “ “And I’m sure you don’t refuse to let her give you oral sex.” “What? No, of course I don’t,” he said, finally getting a question he could answer from experience. “Actually, um, I shouldn’t tell you this, but we recently—“ The phone rang, startling him. He picked it up. "Your' cab's here.” I sucked down the remains of my second double vodka tonic and paid up with my debit card. While I had the pen in my hand, I said, "so Chad, would you like to come to a party next Saturday? With Allison, of course." I scribbled the address on the back of the receipt. "You absolutely cannot come alone, and you cannot bring any other males. Allison has to be with you, okay?” "Um, I'll . . . talk to her . . . about it.” I gathered up my purse, my one shoe and my bra and hopped off my stool, feeling my breast bounce its way to freedom. I turned to show him. “I’m looking forward to getting to know Allison,” I said.  “I think . . . that would be awesome,” Chad said with a grin and then pointed at my chest. ”You should probably . . . fix that again.”  I looked down and pretended to be surprised that my boob was again fully exposed. "Oopsie!"  “Do you want another paper clip?” “No need,” I said, tugging up my dress and hugging my possessions against my chest. I blew Chad a kiss and padded barefoot through the hotel lobby and down the front steps to my taxi. Molly Unbound, Chapt. 21 At the House, I came in the front door and undressed in the entranceway as usual, hanging my little dress by it's surviving strap and tossing my shoe aside. It was almost dinnertime on a Saturday and the kitchen was packed. Although everyone present was accustomed to seeing me naked, the handcuffs and bandage were conversation starters. I told them the whole story, acting it all out with great drama. The tale was barely finished when, as if on cue, Jaye showed up. She came into the kitchen carrying my missing shoe and doing her best to smirk nonchalantly as everyone else fell silent and waited to see how I would react. I refused to look at her and just stood with my left hand on my hip and my right arm outstretched towards her, the handcuffs dangling from my wrist. She had her keys out and came over to me and unlocked the cuffs. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Those guys have seen fake cuffs before, and the way you were acting last night I thought you just needed a little push to try the real experience. ” I glared at her for five seconds and said, “it wasn’t your place to decide that. You ASK me, and if I say NO then you accept that from me. You do not ‘push’ me. You can entice me, woo me, convince me, and do whatever to win me over, but if the last thing I said on the subject was ‘no,’ then it’s still a f#cking no.” I said all of this in a hissing whisper with my back to everyone else, and then in a louder voice I said, “I see you have my shoe.” She remembered the shoe under her arm and dropped to one knee wanting to slip it on my foot. I suppose under the right circumstances that could have been a romantic moment, but this was not that moment. Instead of presenting her my foot to try on the shoe, I took a half-step forward, crowding her so she had to lean backwards to keep her face out of my crotch.  “I always wondered,” I said, looking down at her through my pubic hair, hands on my hips, “how come Prince Charming needed to do that shoe bit at all. What, he spent all evening with Cinderella at the ball and the next f#cking DAY couldn’t remember her face??” “I don’t know,” Jaye sighed. “It was a fairy tale.” “Uh-huh,” I said, and threw one leg high to step over her head, so close that I felt the tips of her spiky hair tickling my crotch. I almost said that’s the last time you’re touching me there, but I held my tongue and strode through the doorway to the living room. Jaye followed and everyone else stayed in the kitchen to give us privacy.  When the time came for me to speak, I surprised myself by choking up with emotion.  “Let me start,” Jaye said, flopping down on a wingback chair and crossing her legs on the ottoman, showing her expensive Italian socks worth more than my car, “I think we should break up.” “What??” I cried, surprised and oddly hurt. “Why do you want to break up with me?” “Because you’re about to break up with me so I thought I’d beat you to it. You are breaking up with me, aren’t you.” “Well . . . yes.” “That’s why I’m breaking up with you.” “Fine. You’re breaking up with me, but it’s still over.”  “Okay.” We sat in silence a minute and tears ran down my cheeks. “I’m sorry.” “Why? I’m the one who brought this on with my stupid handcuff trick. But that was just the catalyst, I suppose. You were ready to break up anyway, weren’t you?” “Yes. That’s the part I feel sorry about. I’m being selfish, but it’s what I need to do right now.” My nose was running from crying and Jaye whipped out her silk handkerchief and gave it to me. “But we’re still friends?” she asked. “I want us to be!” “Kissing friends?” “Well, no. Not like we’ve been doing. That kind of kissing is almost like having sex. But normal friendship kissing, sure.” “Hmm. Could you demonstrate ‘normal friendship’ kissing so I have a point of reference?” Now she was making me laugh and I really did want to kiss her, but I also wanted to be sure I would hold my resolve and do what I had decided to do. Her lips were really hard to resist, and I told myself I could have just a little kiss once in a while as long as I could control myself. I leaned forward, not daring to put my arms around her. Her lips were parted and mine wrapped softly around her oh-so-poofy lower lip. We kissed for four seconds (I counted), and I leaned back, dizzy but proud of myself for not regressing.  “Do you have those fake handcuffs?” I asked. She pulled them out of the inside breast pocket of her suit and gave them to me. I made sure the buttons worked and then put one cuff on my right wrist where the real ones had been. “I like these,” I said, “as a fashion accessory.” “Then by all means, keep them. But can you still call something an ‘accessory’ when you are otherwise naked?” “They’re an accessory to my nakedness. And I’ve always worn bits of jewelry; that was never covered by the rule.” “I saw that the notice is still up. Those Post-It notes are good.” “I put tape on it.” Jaye laughed. “So if there’s only friendship kissing there would seem to be no spank points. Does that mean no more spankings?” “I don’t know. I do like them. Is there such a thing as friendship spanking?” “If not, let’s invent it.” “Jaye, are you okay with all of this. I don’t mean to hurt you.” “Molly, we’ve long ago established that I don’t have a lot of feelings to hurt. As long as we’re still friends, I’m fine. And if I can get an occasional kiss and give you an occasional spanking, that’s a bonus. I have to admit, I’ll miss your pussy.” “It’s right here,” I laughed, pointing down it it. “You can see it anytime you want.” “But not kiss it.” “No.” “And never, ever suck on those nipples.” “No.” “However . . . I can spank you.” “Yes, but of course you wouldn’t get to pick the time and place anymore. No more spanking me in the kitchen unless I decide I want that.” “Ah, so now I’m just your spank bitch? Is that it? You call for me when you feel like being spanked and I come running?” “Well, I can’t force you to—“ “I’ll take the job. I will spank you whenever and however you want to be spanked.” “Should we kiss to seal the deal?” I asked. “That’s entirely up to you.” I leaned in and gave her another kiss, but this one lasted a little longer. “In the old days, I would have earned a point for that,” she said afterwards.  “These are the new days.” “I’m sure they’ll be good too.” I took her left wrist and clasped the other cuff on her and stood up. When we walked back into the kitchen and the Roommates saw us handcuffed together they cheered and raised their beer bottles to us, assuming this meant we’d made up.  We walked to the kitchen counter where Shelly was mixing some kind of new drink. I unclasped the cuffs from Jaye’s wrist but left them attached to my own. “I shall call for your services when I require them,” I said in my old movie rich lady voice. “Yes, ma’am,” Jaye said, winking at Shelly. I went off and chatted with others, including Ken who had arrived during the Cinderella routine. Ken was the only male permitted to visit the House on his own, though he had to ring the bell and wait to be let in. I let a half hour or so go by, during which Dee sat me down at the kitchen table and served me blueberry pie with ice cream. “You okay, kiddo?” she asked.  “I’m fabulous. Say Dee, where’s that little bell you showed me once? The one the Victorian ladies used to call their servants.” Dee stood on a chair to open one of the higher cabinets and put the little bell on the table. “I’m as curious as a three-headed cat what the f#ck you’re fixing to do with that,” she said. “You’ll find out soon.” A few minutes later I took the bell and stood in the middle of the kitchen and started ringing it. Everyone looked at me, but Jaye was the only one who picked up on what I meant by it. She dashed over. “Yes ma’am?” “I’m not a ma’am, I’m a miss,” I admonished. “Yes, miss. Of course, miss,” she said, grinning and winking at our audience. “A pox upon me, I am at your command.”  “I should like my spanking now.” “Yes, miss, right away. And how hard would my lady prefer to be spanked?” “I should like each of my spanks to in the four-to-six range,” I instructed, “but please conclude with a stinging eight!” “Excellent choices, miss. It shall be done. And shall there be butt caresses between spanks, miss?” “Of course, you silly girl. There must always be butt caresses between spanks. Gracious, it’s so hard to get good help these days.” “A thousand pardons, miss.” “Very well, come along then.” I whirled around and marched out of the kitchen and through the maze of mismatched chairs and couches in the living room — watching myself in the antique mirrors that lined the walls. I stood at my favorite leather couch until Jaye took her assigned seat. I stretched out across her, the leather cool against my breasts. Everyone had followed in from the kitchen and took their places on the couch and love seat facing us. I looked back at their faces and also past them to the mirror on the opposite wall where I could see Jaye raising her hand above my bare white butt.  “You may begin,” I said. SMACK! Jaye was right about one thing. SMACK! I do like to put on a show.

Memories - Showing Off My Ex by Pavao Memories - Showing Off My Ex Ch. 01 Jessica goes topless at Barcelona urban beach. And I loved! We have broke up back in 2015, but somehow I still keep good memories of her. In special, because I have a thing about exhibit her and because she, somehow and although very self conscious of her body, always allowed me to do that. Her name is Jessica, she is 1,80m high (almost my height) and not thin, not chubby, just the right amount of flesh to grab and fondle, her mother used to call it "baby fat", natural brunette with a little longer than shoulder length hair and a good handful of tits (no idea the size)! These are some my memories of showing her off, always on the Summer (the hot weather helps for it, I guess) - well, in some of the parts I may have gone from real history to wishful thinking, let you decide what is true and what is my imagination... Short stories, no chronological order. Part 1 - Barcelona trip In 2009 we went to Barcelona as I got tickets for the opening gig of U2 from the 360 tour at Nou Camp. We spent a few days in town checking lots of places - las ramblas, Gaudi"s architecture, La Boquera market and so on. In the morning of the show, we decided to go to the beach - I have done some research and knew that topless and even full naked were normal around some beaches, so I was hoping that Jessica end up showing some extra skin! While we were riding the metro to Ciutadella Vila Olímpica subway station, she started to complain about the bikini, "it's feeling too tight, around the rib cage, hurting", Jessica said. "You can always choose not use the top, baby", I've told her immediately, seeing the chance of having her in topless at the beach. "I might well do that", Jessica replied, leaving me day dreaming with that idea. After we arrived, we bought some water and walk around the Passeig Maritim (the street along the beach) where she kept fumbling with the bikini top, until finally we have decided to go to Platja del Somorrostro (beach), where some beach umbrellas were available - after all, it was only 10:30 am but already a hot morning near 30 degrees in the end June, summer was coming strong. We chose an umbrella in a row of 3, about 15 meters from water, that were all empty and spread our towels, still under the sun, and started disrobing. Easy and fast for me: t-shirt off up my head, jeans shorts down leaving me in my bathers, socks out and done, no more than 10 seconds. For Jessica it was taking a little longer although she didn't have more clothes than me. By the time I was applying my sunscreen, she only had removed the leggings, still fumbling with the bikini under the t-shirt. I looked to her quizzingly and asked "all ok, love?" but no reply from her. She was probably debating what to do next. And then she removed the shirt off and kept fighting with the bikini top. Push here, stretch there, lift here, cover more there - and I kept covering myself with sunscreen and checking her from the corner of my eye, but said nothing. It was clear that she was debating herself if she should take the top off or not. At this moment let me tell that every and all the times she did topless in the beach, I was the instigator, the one that pull the ties of the top and even removed it from her. So, Jessica was in that moment where she realizes that no matter what she does, the top will always hurt her - she raise it a little and show me the ribs cage side and the under a boob, saying: "see?, it's red and marked" and with that she just go with her hands to the back, unfast the top and breathing deeply let it go and pushes it up through her head. Just like that my girlfriend is doing topless for the first time by her own initiative, without me having to push her or do any action! My smile of happiness was just beaten by the hardness on my dick that moment! Jessica puts the top inside her tote bag, removes the sunscreen bottle, no words spoken but breathing a little faster, making her boobies moving up and down so softly and just so casually starts applying it to her legs, arms, belly and finally an extra attention to her boobies and dark nipples, much more whiter than the rest (white enough, we haven't been to the beach a lot that year yet) but also a little excited by the size of the nipples by now - they were big but when excited they will become longer and rock hard. Finally Jessica gather courage and tells more to herself than me: "much better, don't know how I didn't realize it was so tight when we bought it - or am I fatter now?" - always that insecurity about her body! "You look great and never seen you more sexy than now!" I told her. "As if you don't say that every time you take my top off!" she says with silly smile. "But that's the point, baby, this time I didn't take it, you did it by yourself!" I said, while lusting for those boobies and watching the umbrella boy approaching from her back as she looked to me with that "yeah yeah I know what you want" face. "Hola" says the boy, probably about 20, casually talking to us and barely looking to Jessica, until she realizes he is just next to her and raise her arms to cover her boobies. He then explains the conditions and prices, we managed to rent it until 3pm without chairs. By the end of the conversation, mostly with me, Jessica had lowered the arms but still a little flushed and again breathing faster than before. Once he is like 10 meters distant, she quickly says non-stoping: "why didn't you told me he was coming?, he checked me, I was so embarrassed! At least I could have lay down on my belly..." "Relax, Jess, he sees hundreds of boobies every day here! For him it's just another monday in office! And you lowered your arms and pushed your boobies up, I saw it, I'm sure you were also excited after the initial surprise!!" I told her with a sly smile. Jessica just mumbled something and said "well, if it's to do topless, I may as well take advantage of it..." and with that she rolls over her back, put her sunglasses and gets all the sun she can get on those luscious boobies of her. Some time later, maybe 20 minutes later, another girl comes to the umbrella next to us. A couple of minutes later another girl and the boy with 2 lounge chairs come by, prepare them and he goes back, leaving just the girls there. They barely look to us but I was checking them while reading my book, Jess was sleeping (or looked like at least). The girls took their clothes off to their bikinis and went to the water for a quick dive. When they return and lay down, both finally look to Jessica in topless, spoke something to each other that I couldn't hear and finally they take their tops off. One of them it's not used to do topless, she has a very deep tan with white boobs and bikini marks, while the other one has a kind of even tan. They lay down for a while and I had a hard time with my eyes flying from Jessica boobs to those two girls boobs! I think I never turned that page of my book for a long time! Finally I feeling hot from the sun and asked "Jess, wanna come for a dive?". She turned her head to me, thought for a second and told me to alone, she would look for our stuff and will go later. And then she turns over and see the other two girls. "Are they here for a long time?" "About half hour, baby, why?" "Oh, i didn't saw they coming, I must slept a little" she said, still yawning. "You go now, I will go after you!" and with that I got up and walked 15 meters in direction of that Mediterranean blue flat sea, warm as expected and very inviting to dive in. So I did, just floating around or occasionally swimming a few strokes and checking who else was on the beach, getting crowded as the morning passed by. Some people just walking left or right, some more couples, some more groups of friends and a few people alone that I could see around our point. So I returned to our umbrella and noticed that one of the girls wasn't there and the other just covered her boobies with the bikini. At the same time Jessica seats and starts looking for the top on tote bag, when I ask her "what you're looking for there?" and Jessica replies: "my top, to go for a dive, shouldn't I wear it?" shyly asking me. "Sure not, why the hell you even ask? I thought it was hurting you, wanna get those deep marks again?" I returned. "I know it's silly but I never been to water in topless before, baby, you know it," she says. "Well, today it's a good day for a first time!" and I offer my hand to help raise her. She took my hand and slowly raised up, and while I layed down she started strolling to the sea, the arms going up and down as she was alone against the world, facing her fears undecided if she should cover her boobies (natural reflex) or let her arms down and let all the eyes check her. Finally she arrived at the sea line, quickly advancing after that until she was covered safely by the water line, where she stayed just a couple of minutes to refresh before she returns and face all the audience back to our spot. I still regret why I didn't use my iPhone 3 to record that moment, but I was in awe with my goddess returning, boobies high and balancing each step she takes. Later I realized I didn't take one single photo of that day in the beach! Stupid me! She arrived, took her towel and again laid down on her back, using her elbows to recline herself checking who was passing but also her boobies. A few minutes later she lays down, and eventually falls asleep again. she didn't noticed when another couple passed by us, although I was watching them approaching from my right side, walk past us just 1 meter distance while the guy totally checked Jessica boobies, but also did the girl! They camped in the umbrella on our left and quickly disrobed to basics, him in a speedo and her in a small bikini that she quickly shed the top off too while talking with the boyfriend and pointing to Jess. They do noticed my Jess! On my side, I was in heaven - not only Jess was in topless but also our new neighbor was too! Not wanting to be too obvious, I adjust myself to my right checking the girls on the umbrella - or actually still only one girl, that was now seated leaning against the thick wood pole of the sun umbrella and removing the top off too! I could watch that glorious moment where the top slowly comes down disclosing the boobies and set them free. I love that moment! I guess she was peer-pressured by Jess and the new neighbor! Later, when her friend returned, she quickly took off her top too and for quite some time, me and the other guy had 4 topless girls around us! Oh so happy moments! The rest of the time was uneventful, with the girls either laying on their back or their belly but never putting the tops again. The first ones to leave was the pair of girls, although they left their towels there, they must have gone for a quick bite and return later but I never saw them again. And around 20 minutes later it was our turn to leave too. We still need to have lunch, return to hotel and get ready for the U2's concert at Camp Nou! But Jessica didn't put the top back, "it's going to hurt me again and my t-shirt is dark enough so I don't show my boobies" she said. "Unfortunately", I thought but couldn't say it... Just a simple "Yeah" come out of my lips... But at lunch she was so excited and kept talking about being in topless felt so exciting and of course that once in the hotel room, we quickly striped and end up making love while talking about those more than four hours in the Somorrostro beach. I also tried to persuade Jessica to go to U2 show braless, but no luck there... Still, I have the best memories of that Barcelona trip! Memories - Showing Off My Ex Ch. 02 Jessica gets a skirt but needs to do topless next day. In 2010 I have booked a weekend in a nice hotel in Viana do Castelo, called Flor de Sal, because we used to go to a nearby beach called Amorosa. We arrived Friday before dinner, did the check-in and after put the all the luggage in the room, we went for a quick snack in the big city mall, buy some food for next day and check the sales. In the mall we had some fast food dinner, went to supermarket and finally proceed to shopping, just browsing around looking for any opportunity. After checking some shops, in one Jessica found a jeans skirt, maybe 25cm length, quite short for her standards, but she like it. But it was very expensive for such small amount of fabric, around 80€. She went to try it on and, well, it was amazing on her - she hardly wear skirts but with her long legs that was such a waist, she had legs to die for and that skirt was just perfect fit. Jessica begged for ir but I wasn't very keen to buy it, so she started to bargain for it: "If you give it to me I'll blow you tonight in the hotel!" That sounded interesting but I wouldn't give in so easily - and she was kind of horny that day, so I guessed she was already planning on that. Therefore, I raised the stakes: "And you do topless this weekend at beach!' She got red and a little furious, rolled her eyes and gave me a counter-proposal: "Only tomorrow and you either get me topless or a blow-job tonight, you choose!" So I did: "That's not fair, should be both days... but if I need to choose, you know what I'm in for... topless tomorrow, for sure!" "Well, if I find something else I like and you buy it for me, maybe I can consider Sunday topless too...", she said. "Maybe, no... 1 article, one day, 2 articles, two days! And it's a deal!", I fired back while my dick twitched. "Yeah, yeah... can be, but only if I find something else I really like", Jessica agreed. We did roumage around until the shops start to close, but I couldn't convince her to take any second article. Sad... but, at least, I got her to do topless the following day. Back to hotel, with both excited, we end up making love - and though she did a handjob as part of the foreplay, she didn't suck me. But I did, I do loved her salty taste and when she had her slit trimmed or bald, which she usually had on summer time, I never passed the opportunity to go down on her! Saturday After wake-up, we got ready to breakfast and go to the beach, and when I noticed she was putting her bikini top on, I protested: "Hey, you are supposed to be topless today, remember, I wear it?" "And I will, that's the deal, but doesn't mean I can't wear the top!", she said for my disappointment. I always wish Jessica to go to the beach and leave the top in the hotel, but she never did that. And today wasn't going to be the first time, again. Later, once we got to the beach, just 15 minutes drive from the hotel, we did the normal walk to the north far end of the beach, past the umbrellas and families zone, more crowded and noisy, and we kept walking north around 10 or 15 minutes to our usual less crowded spot, where people would camp like 20 meters or more from each other, giving everybody some privacy. We lay down our towels, put the windshield (it can be very windy there) and umbrella and we started stripping our minimal clothes until we get only in our bathers. But Jessica didn't took her top off immediately. I looked at her with ther expression "What the hell?" and when she saw me, she said: "I said I will do topless and I will, but not yet. It's early and we are staying full day, just hold on your horses!" Frustrated, I took my book and started reading, always checking her with one eye and around us for neighbors with the other, it's common to do topless in that zone, so I had to be attentive. And not much later, another couple arrived and camped around 15m from us, more close than normal. After all the preparations, their windshield was blocking us to view them, but suddenly I saw a top being thrown and hold on the windshield, half cup to our side, the other half on their protected side. But there was no doubt, the other girl was on topless. With that I called Jessica to attention telling her she wouldn't even be the first that day (sometime ago I realized that once one woman goes topless, it's easy for others to join) and she didn't reply but as she rolled over on her belly, asked me to put sunscreen on her back. I happily agreed and getting the bottle, positioned myself next to her and did what I always did first - untied her bikini top removing the straps to the sides, giving me full access to her back and side boobs, and started applying the white cream. The carrot smell of the sunscreen was very sexy and as I was applying it and having access to most hidden parts under the bottoms or the sides of her boobs, my dick started to come to full attention, showing a nice tent under my loose shorts. Jessica did nothing to stop me touching and every now and then she even made some pleasure noises of the massage and touches I was providing her. After I finished, she raised on her elbows to get the phone and check some messages and removed the bikini top from under her and with a sly smile, passed it to me, telling "just hang it there on the windshield too, if it gives you pleasure..." I was in heaven even if she wasn't rolled over yet, but she gave me the top and while she was supported on her elbows her boobies and nipples were on display for me or whoever care to look - though at that moment only the couple nearby could see her if they weren't on the wrong side of their windshield... About half hour later we heard some noise and both of us looked to the other couple, who had get up and was heading to the sea. But the girl had covered her boobies, sadly. Jessica noticed too and told me "Seems that she is not so brave, after all...". "Maybe it's just to have a dive, once she is back to towel probably will remove it again", I commented. "Well, if she does, I will turn over!", Jessica replied to my delight. A few minutes later, the couple returned, removed the sand from the towels, drink some water and did all the normal chores we usually do before laying down again, and I was checking them to try to understand if the girl would resume topless or not. I don't need to say that I was in the same page of my book for at least half-hour by now... And, to my satisfaction and with a big grim, I announced to Jessica, "Look, she is taking it off again, look, she is still standing up" and on that moment Jess turns her head in their direction and sees the girl removing the top and putting back on top of the windshield, before go down and lay on her towel. She was shortie, dark blond with short hair, but had a nice pair of melons and couldn't see a big colour difference from the boobies to the rest of the body - she was a regular doing topless, for sure. And, as I kept poking Jess, she raises herself again and says "well, a promise is a promise, right?" and with that she rolls over to her front. I volunteered to apply sunscreen on her puppies but she didn't allow me, taking the bottle and doing a nice massage to herself - and again I had a big tent on my shorts! Time passed and before lunch, where we had our sandwiches, yogurts and juices bought on the mall's supermarket the night before, she wanted to go for a dive. I never dive in the north of Portugal waters, they are way too cold for me, but Jess likes it. She stand up on her knees, still in topless, and teased me to go with her: "I will go like this if you promise to dive with me, baby" but just the fact of Jess being so casual with her topless scene, when she usually is much more reserved, made my dick raise again, so I had to tell her "I can't go now, look at my tent here" motioning to my obvious hard dick! "I don't care", she said, "if I can go topless, you can go with your hard-on, you still will show less than me!" she argued back to me. But I was stupid and passed the opportunity, another thing I regret up till today! If it was today I would even take my shorts off too if that was the price to pay to have Jess topless faraway from the protection of the windshield and towel. With that Jess put her top back on, went for a dive and once she returned, I had to go again through all the instigation process to have her topless again. But, eventually, she stayed topless most of the day, even while having lunch, just covered to go to the sea until we returned to hotel by the sunset. Sunday We get up late after making love before we go to bed and when we wake up we did it again, a quicky, our hormones were high with all the teasing from the day before. Then we had a strong and nice buffet breakfast, packed our things and did the check-out so we could finally go back to the beach before we go home in the end of the afternoon. But, being Sunday, even the far end of the beach was much more populated, and though I could see some girls in topless, I didn't managed to get Jess topless all day, except when she was on her belly that she would allow me to untie the bikini straps, but always covering herself before roll over. Well, I couldn't win always and that saturday is forever cherish as one of the best memories I have from her. Memories - Showing Off My Ex Ch. 03 Jessica goes to Bayona beach and takes sister and cousin too. In 2008 we went one day to the beach of Bayona, in Galiza. Usually we get up very early, take snacks for a full day at beach and make about a little more than 1 hour car ride there. Jessica likes there because she don't know anyone there. I like it there because lots of girls go topless, very different from Portugal where only seldom we can find girls doing it. But that day we weren't alone, like most of the times. Every now and then, we would take with us her older sister Chris or her younger cousin Jenny or even both of them, like today. Chris is as tall as Jessica, but back then skinner then her sister, black curly hair longer than shoulders, nice tits and proud of them, kind of a show-off and not shy as Jess, she was almost my age. She was single for some time since a hard break-up with her high-school boyfriend a few years before - she closed herself to love and took a few years to overcome that. When she joined us we would make heads turn, imagine three +1,80m persons walking together, me in the center and one lady on each of my arms like with did when Chris was in a good mood, unfortunately not that often... The cousin Jenny is shorter than Jessica and Chris, maybe only 1,70m, blonder with clear blue eyes, very athletic, small boobies but very perky from the exercize she does, a nice shaped ass. That morning we went early, as we usually do, even if we were four of us, but we have prepared all the logistic from one day in advance and had the food, drinks and all the beach gears ready for a full day of beach. Around 7:30 am I was at Jessica's home (back then Jess and her sister lived with their mother) and her cousin was already there too, she also lived nearby. After packing the car, we left around 8:00 am and arrived to Bayona around 9:30 am but, due to time zone, in Spain was 10:30 am. Nevertheless, the beach was almost empty, the spanish are not an early people! We choose our usual spot at the beach and spread our towels and beach gears and then started the uneventful disrobing. Her sister had told us before that she used to go topless with the ex-boyfriend, but he was always very jealous of her and according to her story, shortly after she always ended up covering herself again. She also did topless near us a few times on the beach, but always on the other side of the windscreen with special request for me not to check on her, so I really never seen her in topless before - though one of those times she did it was the reason for me to manage to have Jess topless for the first time in her life too, but that's a memory by itself to be told here soon. Her younger cousin never did topless before, at least that she shared the story with me, but there is an interesting memory with her on the first time she went with me and Jess to the beach - and again, I will soon share that memory here too. So, I wasn't expecting much from that day except having Jess in topless after all the spanish ladies arrive to beach and start to go topless, as most of them do. And, to my surprise, about 1 hour later we arrived, it was Chris who started teasing her sister after a group of 3 girls settled 10 meters from us and, of course, all did topless: "Hey Jess, you're not going topless too?" she throw it to her sister just like that, out of the blue. Jess didn't respond and Chris insisted, while untying her own top, though she was still on her belly: "Uuuh you are chicken out not going topless? I am doing it! See?" While Jenny was laughing in the back and I was mouth open surprised with that, when Jess, lying on her back raises her head to look through me to her sister (I was in the middle of them) and rolling her eyes says "this bikini top is a mess to untie, I can't do it by my own and you are not topless, on your back doesn't count!..." and with that I see a chance here to have Jess removing her top and I extend my arm under her back telling her: "I can deal with that, no problems!" Jess just deep breathes, arches her back up and commented: "Amazing, always my boyfriend the first to expose my boobies out!" While Jenny was crying with laugh and Chris has a sly victory smile in her face, I was delighted fumbling with the strings of the bikini on the back, first, and on the neck after, until finally both knots are free and when I remove my hand from under, grabbing the string near my side, I push the bikini leaving my ex in topless. "Ta-dam!" I sing, "There it is, Jess is now truly topless! Who's next?", I tease, wishing that at least Chris rolls over and for the first time goes topless in front of me, breaking that barrier, as Jenny was still holding on to her top even when lying on her back. "Not now, but who knows if later I don't join club..." Chris says with a pinch of shyness on her voice. Today, I still don't know if this was planned or discussed at home between the sisters or if that original teasing by Chris was a thing of the moment... And with that, things calm down and everybody gets quiet a for a little time, except my dick under my loose shorts twitching like crazy and my brain trying to find out a way to make Chris roll over to her front without covering herself. Some time passed, with Jess still being the only one in topless, not counting all the spanish girls arriving alone, in groups of girls, couples or mixed groups of friends that were filling the beach quickly and, of course, most of them in topless, when suddenly Jenny says: "I can't believe this, my mom send me a message about 5 minutes ago saying that my father and her just parked and are going to look for us in the beach! Why are they coming? Can't they leave me alone one day?" she cried out. With that, Jess just had time to grab her folded t-shirt and in a hurry, putting it on top of her boobies, just a few seconds before I can see Jenny's parents emerging from the small dune separating the parking zone from the beach. It was a awkward moment. Nobody said nothing for a few seconds, but I could see that Jess's aunt noticed that Jessica didn't had the top on - not sure if her uncle also noticed, but in that moment I guess he didn't. After some greetings, with Jess still holding her t-shirt in front of her boobies, Chris with her bikini top retied and Jenny having some small complains about their coming, her auntie (known for saying things faster than she could think about them) shouts: "Aw so cute, Jess, you are going topless! I wish my boobies were still hanging nice to go along with you! You know I used to it in the 80s even after Jenny was born?" while she was holding her own boobies up and Jess was more red than a tomatoe! Jenny's mouth was thaaaat much open with her mom's statement and her father was coughing, clearly caught up off handed while Chris and me were laughing a lot with all this... Jess, still holding the shirt and trying to reach her bikini top just said "Ant C, keep your voice down and let me dress up again!" "No way, you are perfect, if you cover yourself I will take my bikini top off, do you understand?" and with that she just takes her shirt off and realizes she has full swimming suit and laughing continues "or just dropped the these straps down!" while holding them and menacing to lower them right then and there. Jenny watching her mother almost going topless in front of me shouts "Mom! You can't go topless with Jess's boyfriend here, for Christ sake!" Which leds her mom to reply "I'm sure he doesn't care or he would not allow Jess to do it too... and by the way, why you two morons [turning and pointing to her daughter and Chris] are not going topless too, like Jess and the rest of this beach?" and with that turning all attentions to Chris and Jenny! Both of them starting mumbling waiting for the other to say something while Jess is relieved for not being the center of the ongoing drama and uncle is getting closing to me nudging me with his elbow and saying "maybe we should take a walk while they settle all this?" Hardly, I accepted and while the girls and the aunty kept discussing the situation, I walked away with the uncle though my mind never left our spot wondering what the outcome was. We walked for about 15 minutes to the far end of the beach near the Bayona Camping at Praia da Ladeira, when I finally managed to convince him to return. When we got close enough to see our spot and the girls there, the windscreen was covering them, all I could see is that nobody was standing, therefore all laying down, so I could not anticipate if her aunty get her point away or not. But finally, when we are just a few meters distante, I could first see Jenny, and even if she was lying on her belly, her top was unfastened. Good start! As we come even closer to them, Chris is also on her belly and I can't see the top. Getting better... And then both Jess and her aunt, in topless laying on her back! The aunt did it - or almost, Chris and Jenny still not facing up - but it seems that all gang was going topless! Could it be possible that this time I would finally see both Chris and Jenny going topless? I have been lusting for this moment for years! Of course that I also got to see the aunt, which wasn't my plan nor my dream, though if that's the price to pay... I can cope with that! "Well, what do we have here?", said the uncle and looking to the daughter more than the wife, maybe a little surprised by both of them going topless. "F, we are all going topless today, there was no sense of Jess cover up because of us, so I joined her - and then Chris kind of joined too and Jenny was the last after some talking from all of us..." and laughed. "Papa, no talking, they just grabbed me and mom was the one pushing it! Not my fault!" said Jenny somehow upset for being forced to join the club! "So you wouldn't be the only misplaced here, cous!", said a laughing Chris while a self conscious Jenny raises just enough to throw the tongue out back to her! "Don't take me wrong, Jenny, I'm not criticizing it, you are over 18 and I am happy that you follow your mother steps!", said her father. "Back in the days you weren't so happy when I went topless, F!" replied the mother. "Just because I was young and naive, but I overgrown it..." shot back the father. "And look at my boyfriend's smile, he might get a jaw dislocated!" pointed out Jess centering things on me. "Me? I'm innocent here!" I defended myself knowing it wasn't totally true... So I lay down next to Jess and eagerly waited for Chris and Jenny to roll over, which would take some time to happen yet. Only about 15 minutes later uncle F said he was going to buy some cigars and left. In that moment Jess said she need to go for a dive, asking if anyone was joining her. In the beginning nobody was going, so I volunteer myself to go with her though I would only wet my feet. Her aunt said she doesn't like the water and will stay there watching our belongings and started kicking the daughter to go with us. "Only if Chris goes too", said Jenny, "I will not be the only one on display there!" And then without saying a word but looking me directly in the eyes, Chris starts getting up from the towel, assuming the topless condition and I finally could see her boobies! If that moment was good, the next second her cousin Jenny does the same, though still trying to hide her boobies with her arm, quite unsuccessfully for my happiness, and I was finally able to check Jess, Chris and Jenny all topless. My dick was getting hard and Jess noticed. She came to my ear and told me "you better get in the water too, I can't take care of your hardon now, let cold water works its magic!", and laughing started to move in direction of the sea grabbing her cousin's hand and being followed suit by her sister. I was the last to move being paralyzed by that moment of dream come true. Later, when we returned to the towels, uncle F was already back there and said nothing about them coming topless from water - truth to be told, he wasn't a talking person, and shortly after, him and aunt C left the beach as they wanna have dinner somewhere special before going home. So, for the rest of day I was happy, very happy, having my Jessica exposed boobies going topless and with the bonus of finally checking Chris and Jenny's boobies too. What a memory to remember forever! Memories - Showing Off My Ex Ch. 04 Jessica goes topless on beach first time in life. Since Summer of 2000 that we have been going to the beach together and since Winter of 1999, a little after we have started going steady, that Jessica knows my dream of having her going topless on the beach and that's what I have been trying to work on her to achieve. She was shy and not confident at all on her body, so it took me years to develop on her that level of confidence that a woman needs to shed her bikini top off on a public beach. Back that day in 2006 we went to the beach of Amorosa, in Viana do Castelo, and took Jessica sister Chris and also her mother and one of her anties. That year we did that a lot of the beach weekends but most of them with her mother and also her aunty, which was a pain in the ass, as I wanted to have some quality time with Jessica and not with her full family... Lately I have been feeling I am close to get my dream of having Jessica going topless closer than ever before, we have been talking a lot and even Chris is somehow helping telling her stories when she went topless before. But having her mom and aunt there will not help, they are too conservative to allow Jess to go topless just like that - and I'm sure Jess will not go topless with them there (Chris may get away with that if she wanted, she is the "crazy" in the family, a younger version of aunt C, mother of Jenny). It was an eventful day so far when, a little before lunch, both their mom and aunt announced that they will go for their usual morning beach stroll of about 1 hour long, and off they go, leaving us, youngsters, alone in our spot. As soon as they are far enough from us, Chris gets up and changed her position to other side of windscreen, exposed to the dominant cold winds but protected from my point of view and, different from usual, she leaves her head ahead of the windscreen where she could talk and be seen, only hiding from her neck below. Immediately I can see that she is fumbling with her back and seconds later she exhibit her bikini top and asks Jessica: "You're not going topless? Mom and aunty will be away from 1 hour, I need to work on my tan, you should do it too, you are getting some deep tan lines there..." My dick was jumping to attention with the bold statement from Chris, helping me pushing Jess to do the same. "Yes, baby, now it's a good opportunity for it! I can keep watching and tell you in advance when they are returning so you can cover..." I added in a confident and excited voice, so close to have Jessica going topless for the first time. Jess was nervous and looking around, there was some people nearby us, maybe less than 10 meters - when we came with her mother we usually didn't adventure so far north of the beach and always stayed closer to the family part of the beach, more crowded. She then pushes her bikini top a little to the side of her left boobie and can clearly see the tan line from the bikini triangle covering the white boobie. "See? You really need to work on that, it's not pretty that mark..." I tell her. "Well, maybe I can try a little" she says with shyness and getting red all over the face. And starts to untie the neck knot of the bikini, while my eyes get bigger anticipating the moment... And then finally, very slowly, she lowers the bikini top until her nipples show up and finally the full boobies are on view. Though she didn't remove it, just roll it down to the middle of the belly, that was a moment I have been waiting for a few years already, oh happy day! Her sister has her eyes closed, but a guy in a nearby towel, alone, sees her and have a broadly smiling. But not more than me, for sure. I managed for her to agree posing for some photos, that moment needs to be immortalized! Amazingly, Jess actually stays like that for about half hour, then she gets nervous that her mom and aunt may return and ends up covering herself. Chris, still facing up (though the head was all I could see from her) looked like sleeping. Jessica, after wearing the bikini top, calls for her: "Chris, Chris!" she yells, "You better cover yourself before mom and aunty returns." Mumbling some protests, I can see Chris reaching her bikini top and after some movements, she emerges from the back of the windshield, fully dressed. About 10 minutes later, her mother returns with her aunty and for a few hours all I could do is to check the camera every now and then and pray for them to leave us alone again for another walk. Which didn't happen until it's about 4:30pm, when they ask us if any of us want to go for another long walk. As we all reject to go along, they depart and just a few minutes later I start untying Jessica's bikini top while she was laying down on her belly, without any protests. Once finished on her back, I also untie the neck. "Why don't you go topless again a little more, baby? You still need a lot of time..." I tell her. "Aw, I don't know... I feel embarrassed..." she replies, and looking around she adds "That guy over there on my right is already checking me!" I take a glimpse and check him, it's the same guy from the morning. "He already seen you this morning, Jess, so why bother... come on, you can do it, and I will be the proudest guy in this beach!" I reassure her. "Chris..." she calls, "you're going topless?" she asks her sister, as she was sleeping and unaware of what was going on. "Wow! You want to go for it all the way, little sis?" Chris opening her mouth not believing what she is hearing, Ï can't believe it!" "Chris, she already went in the morning, nothing new here!" I tell her. As Jess gets reddish, Chris picks her things and goes to the back of the windshield again (damn!) and a few seconds later she is showing us her top again: "There you go! Your turn!" she says. And slowly, like if the world was running out of battery and getting motionless, Jessica starts rolling for the first is really going topless, her top is laying down under back, on the towel, while her boobies are facing up, defying the laws of gravity standing still and pointing up, perky and rock hard nipples. Her sister screams "Yeah! Go go go!" and my dick, under my shorts, gets immediately hard with this new attitude of my ex, long time wished for me to happen! They both stayed topless for about 30 minutes when I saw the mom and uncle, still farway, returning and warn them. Jessica urgently puts her bikini top on again, flushed with the hurry. I couldn't help to let go a sly smile with that, so sly as the guy on our right that could clearly see my ex two times going topless that day (though, just like me, he couldn't see Chris too, obstructed by the windshield). But Chris, on the other hand, just rolled to her belly and stayed with her bikini top untied when they arrived. "Chris, you dirty girl, where the hell you think you are exposing yourself like that?" immediately shouts the mother. "Mom, shush, quiet! I am just make my back tan even!" she says. "Don't you dare roll over, I know you are crazy enough for that... why can't you be like your sister?" mom says - I wish she could see the photos from my camera that moment, while the guy on our right was laughing hard...

Madison by Demonhead Copyright 2021 by Demonhead Chapter 5 Dinner was amazing and Madison had not eaten food that good in a long time. She put her napkin down and leaned back, holding her full tummy. Was it good? Brad asked. It was amazing, Katie, you are such a good cook. Madison said and Katie laughed. Oh sweetie, you are so cute. I had nothing to do with this dinner, we have a wonderful cook, Mrs. Golden, but I will pass on your compliment. Katie said. Oh, sorry. Madison said. Thank you for assuming I could do this. Now, what do you say we take a swim before the movie? Katie said. Ok. Madison said. Katie jumped up and grabbed Madison by the hand. We will meet you at the pool. Can you have Aaron bring some wine out? Katie said as Madison stood. Sure thing honey. Brad said. Madison followed Katie into a bedroom. It was huge and beautiful. She looked and there were two swimsuits on the bed. I hope you dont mind, I bought you a suit. Katie said. Thank you but you didnt have to, I packed some. Madison said. I figured but I didnt want to take any chances. The red one you wore to the cookout was great. I think you will like this one too. Katie said and held up a yellow bikini. Katie sat on the bed and pulled Madison between her legs. She reached up and started to unbutton Madisons shirt. Madison flinched and Katie smiled. Relax, its just us girls, and I saw them already if you remember. Katie said and continued to unbutton. Madison remembered the cookout and sitting in the hot tub as two older men stared at her breasts. She took a deep breath and stood still as Katie finished and pulled her shirt out of her skirt and then off her arms. Before she could react, Katie reached around and popped her bra. She pulled it off and Madison put her hands over her chest. Katie grabbed Madisons arms and slowly pulled them away from her chest. Madison took another deep breath as Katie looked at her bare chest. Sweetheart, they are so beautiful. Katie said and ran her hand over a firm young breast. Madison felt the soft hand touch her breast and then softly touch her nipple, she gasped. Katie smiled and took both of Madisons boobs in her soft hands. She flicked the nipples with her thumbs and the young girl fought to keep standing on shaky legs. Madison closed her eyes to try and focus and then felt a warm wetness on her nipple. She looked down to see Katie kissing her nipple and running her tongue over it. Madison had never felt anything so wonderful in her short life. She tried to slow her breathing as she watched the girl kiss on her chest. Katie used every ounce of patience and self-control she had to pull her lips off of the young girls tits. She moved her hands down and popped the button on the jean skirt. She pulled down the zipper and then let it drop. It fell down over Madisons ankles and Katie thought she had never seen a more perfect picture. A perfect young girl topless with her skirt gathered around her ankles and wearing pink panties with little blue flowers. She paused and then pulled the pink panties down. The young girl seemed to be in shock a little as Katie stripped her. Katie struggled to not go into shock herself as she looked at the perfect little body. The firm little titties, the tight stomach and then the smooth pussy sitting between two powerful thighs. She noticed a few dark hairs as she ran her fingers softly over the smooth skin, but they were small and soft. She heard Madison moan and she felt the little body shiver under her fingers. She took a deep breath and picked up the bikini bottoms. She slid them up the smooth legs and slipped them over that precious ass. They fit perfect and hugged the young girl. Katie picked up the top and covered up those cute tits. She leaned back and smiled. The suit was perfect, cute and not too small. It covered everything but looked smoking hot on the little package in front of her. Madison stepped back and looked at her suit. It felt great and looked really good. She had never had a yellow suit, but it looked good against her bronze skin. Your turn. Katie said and Madison looked to see Katie sitting on the bed looking at her. Madison stepped forward and started to unbutton the white shirt. She thought this was incredibly exciting, she had never undressed a girl before, even at a sleepover. She had seen Sam naked before, but she was never the one that made her that way. She thought of her cute friend and wondered what it would feel like to do this to her. He pulled her brain back from her fantasy and opened all the buttons and pulled off the shirt. Katie was wearing a sheer blue lace bra and it was working hard to hold in her wonderful boobs. Katie pointed to the middle of her bra and Madison noticed the clasp was on the front. She put her small fingers on the clasp and popped it. She stepped back a little as the bra sprang open and Katies perfect boobs were right there in front of her. They were pretty on the computer screen, but the picture did not do them justice. They were so firm but looked natural and the nipples were small and pink and really stiff. Katie took Madisons hand and pulled it to her chest. Madison felt the soft warm skin as her hand was placed over Katies breast. Katie moved her hand away and Madison kept her hand in place. Go ahead, feel them. Katie said. Madison squeezed the breast gently and it felt so soft but yet so firm. She put her other hand on the other one and then she started massaging both of Katies breasts. It felt so different from anything she had ever done in her life, but she felt a shiver in her thighs as she rubbed. Madison looked up to see Katie smiling at her. Katie held out her top and Madison helped her put it on. She again marveled at how firm Katies boobs were and looked down at her own, she wondered if hers would ever get as nice as the ones she just handled. Katie stood up and pulled her shorts and panties down. Madison saw a smooth pussy that looked a lot like hers, but just a little more grown up and the lips were open slightly so she could see a little pink inside. She was pulled out of her trance as Katie pulled up her bottoms. Katie looked down at the young girl and was amazed that she was so calm. She had been worried that she was too young and would freak out a little, but she seemed to be taking everything in stride so far. She licked her lips and wondered how long she would have to wait to truly taste her charms. She took Madisons hand and led her out of the room and the house and out towards the pool. Madison looked around and remembered all the people that were out here the last time she was here. It felt so much different now, it was calm and peaceful. She laughed as Katie jumped in the water and the water splashed over her. She jumped in as well and it felt great. She loved pools and this one was magnificent. They swam for a while and then Katie got out and laid on a lounge. Madison hung on the side of the pool and watched Mr. Thompson bring Katie a glass of wine and then bend down and kiss her. She saw him touch her breast lightly and rub it a little. She saw the nipple harden and poke out of the suit as he sat back in his chair. She thought they looked really happy and hoped she would be so happy when she got a boyfriend. They both looked at her and smiled at the same time. She realized she was making them happy as well and that was good for her daddy. Maybe she could help him after all. She was proud of herself being such a grownup and helping her daddy. He told her she had helped him get the job but now she was truly helping by making Mr. Thompson and Katie happy. She climbed out and sat in the lounge next to Katie. She noticed Mr. Thompson walk over to a table near the door. Aaron was standing there, still in his work suit. He looked so official, then she saw him look at her and smile. She smiled back at him; he was a nice man. Mr. Thompson pulled a wine bottle out of a container of ice and poured another glass. He walked over and handed it to her. She looked at him a little confused and he nodded and smiled. She remembered the last time she drank wine with them and hoped she could handle it a little better this time. Mr. Thompson leaned over her and kissed her softly on the lips. He pulled away and she looked up at him. Go ahead sweetie, practice what we learned. Brad, try again. Katie said and took a sip of wine. Brad leaned over the young girl and kissed her again. He felt her open her mouth a little and her tongue pushed into his mouth. He wrapped his tongue around hers and they kissed hard for about 10 seconds. He felt his cock start to harden. This little minx was unbelievable. He pulled away and her mouth stayed open for a second, she looked so fucking sweet and hot. He reached down and rubbed her little boob. He felt the nipple harden under his fingers. Good girl, that was nice. Was that your first kiss with a boy. Katie asked. Madison remembered having to kiss someone at a birthday party, but it was not anything like that. Now she was not sure if it even qualified as a kiss. She looked at Katie and nodded. Brad, you were her first kiss. Arent you lucky? Katie giggled. He sat back in his chair and continued to be surprised by the little one. He looked at her tight body and pretty legs. He moved his cock around as it continued to harden. As he was adjusting himself, he saw Katie untie her top and drop it next to her lounge. His breath caught in his throat, he never got tired of looking at those tits. Madison watched Katie take off her top. She felt like that was probably the norm around here as she remembered how many ladies took off their tops at the party. Katie looked at her and made a movement with her head. She wanted her to take off her top as well. Madison was a little stunned but then thought it was obviously a grownup thing to do and she pulled the strings and dropped her top next to her chair as well. She tried to stay calm, she remembered that they both has already seen her boobs, in addition to Mr. Smith and Mr. Jackson. All of a sudden, she realized that that more people had seen her breasts in the last 3 days than in her whole life. She leaned back and tried to act as normal as possible. Brad felt his cock try to jump out of his pants as he looked at Katies awesome tits and then a pair of small handfuls of potential on the young girl. He tried to think of baseball and failed and then got up and dove into the pool. Katie laughed. You made him do that. Katie said to Madison. What? Madison responded, confused. You got him so excited he had to jump in to cool off. Katie said and took another sip of wine. No way, he wasnt looking at me with you sitting there. Madison said and took a sip, she felt the warmth of the alcohol flow through her. Darling, believe me, he was looking at you. Your tits are magnificent, and your little body is amazing. Katie said. Madison smiled and then thought about what Katie said. She did remember how Mr. Jones had looked at her when she was in the wet shirt. He had the same look in his eyes that Mr. Thompson just had. Maybe she was pretty enough to look at, at least for older guys. The boys at school had never looked at her like that. She took another sip of wine and leaned back her head. She closed her eyes and felt more like an adult than she ever had in her short life. Brad Thompson swam until his erection calmed down and then crawled out of the pool. He noticed the girls were asleep and he marveled again at how pretty they both were but yet so drastically different. Katie was a sexpot, incredible tits and ass and she knew exactly how to use them. She was also not afraid of her sexuality which Brad found so refreshing. Then there was Madison, his eyes moved over her perfect face, innocent and clean, then to her developing tits, small compared to Katies but big enough to be noticeable and attractive. Then he looked at that tight stomach, the beauty of youth, and then to her hips, just starting to widen but still slim and perfect on top of those magnificent legs. This was where the young girl was equal to Katie, her legs were smooth and powerful and made his crotch tighter every time he looked at them. Then he noticed her cute feet, he resisted the temptation to just kiss each of those little toes or blast a load of cum over them and watch it run down those pretty feet. He rubbed his crotch and walked up to get a towel. Pretty scenery today? Brad said to Aaron as he grabbed a towel. Yes sir, absolutely. Aaron said and smiled. Aaron had seen Katies tits before but the little one was constantly surprising him. How she could go from a cute kid to a fucking smokeshow in seconds was incredible. Brad was finishing with the towel as he saw his phone ringing. He looked at the screen and noticed it was Henry. Henry, how is training going? Brad said. Great, learning a lot and excited to start when I get back. Henry answered. That sounds great, I was right in recommending you to the board, keep up the good work. Brad said. How is Madison, I really miss her. Henry asked. She is great, you have a good kid there. We had a nice dinner and then her and Katie took a turn in the pool. They are both snoozing on lounges at the moment. Brad said as he walked back over to the girls. Great, was she ok with coming to your house and all? Henry asked with concern. She seemed to adjust well; she did her homework first thing. She seems comfortable. She did ask me to let her walk home and have us pick her up there. I think she was a little uncomfortable getting into the big limo in front of school. Brad said with a chuckle. Yeah, that sounds like her. Can I talk to her? Henry said. Sure, hold on. Brad said and stepped over to Madison. He touched her on the thigh, and she opened her eyes. Hey, sleepy girl, daddy wants to talk to you. Brad said and held out the phone. Madison sat up quickly, unaware of how her breasts bounced as she grabbed the phone. Brad thought it was incredibly hot to see the young girl talk to her daddy as he stared at her young firm boobs. Hey daddy, how is training going? Madison asked, excited. Good baby, how are you doing, you sure you are ok staying there? Henry asked. Yes, daddy, I am fine. Do not worry, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson have been very nice. Madison said and looked up at Mr. Thompson, he was looking at her with that look in his eyes again and she remembered she was topless. That is great sweetheart, I am so proud of you. We are going to be back together soon. Thank you so much for being brave and strong through all of this. Henry said. Madison felt her body get lighter as her daddy spoke, she felt so good about begin able to help him as he worked to get their life back in shape. Thank you, daddy, I miss you. She said. I miss you too baby girl. You have a great night, and I will talk to you tomorrow. Henry said. You too daddy, good night. Madison said. Good night sweetheart. Henry said and hung up the phone. Henry held the phone and thanked God that his daughter was so good. She could have turned out a lot different after her mother left them. He considered himself very lucky. Madison handed Mr. Thompson back his phone and covered her boobs with her arm. He took her arm gently and moved it. Do not ever be ashamed of your body sweetheart, it is beautiful. He said and caressed her young breasts. She tried to stay calm as he rubbed on her boobs, it felt good, but she still wondered why. Shouldnt she be afraid of an older man feeling her boobs? She hadnt even let a boy see her boobs much less touch them. She wondered if her friends ever did anything like this. Boy, would Samantha be surprised when she told her. She thought about her friends again. Mr. Thompson stood up and walked back over to the deck. Hey, I am going to take a shower, we need to get out of these wet suits. Katie said and stood up, holding their tops in one hand and reaching out her other hand. Madison took her hand and stood up. Katie led her over the deck and into the house. They walked right past Aaron. She saw him look at her, damn, there was another one. Pretty soon her boobs were gonna be on TV. Madison walked through a house for the first time without a shirt and she thought it didnt feel so bad. They walked into the bathroom, Katie knelt on the floor and before she could react she had untied her bottoms and pulled them off. Madison was naked and looked down at Katie. My God, you are so perfect. I could just eat you up right here. Katie said and wrapped her arms around the young goddess. Madison felt Katies lips on hers and she opened her mouth. Their tongues wrapped around each other and the young girl felt a tingle in her thighs again as she kissed the beautiful girl. Katie broke the kiss after 10 seconds and looked down. Are you having a good time, are we making you nervous or scared? Katie asked. I am ok. Madison said in a small voice. Ok, but if you ever get uncomfortable with anything you tell me. Katie said. Madison nodded. Katie opened the shower door and turned her around. She slapped her butt and Madison jumped and giggled. She stepped into the huge shower and then felt Katie right behind her. She turned and Katie was also naked. Her body was perfect, and Madison felt a little tinge of devalue as she thought about what her little body looked like in comparison. Katie turned and started to adjust the water; Madison looked at her butt. It was tight like hers but bigger which made it look even firmer as it stood out. Katie stepped aside and the warm water struck Madiosn in the chest, and she stepped into it and closed her eyes. She liked to let the water hit her in the head and run down her body. Katie sat on the bench and took in the site before her. It looked like a movie scene, a beautiful girl with water running over her perfect body. She especially liked the way the water ran over that little ass. It was tight and stuck out from the slim body. She wished she could just take a picture; she had never seen anything so hot in her life and here she was with a front row seat. Madison turned and looked at Katie sitting on the bench and smiled. So many things had happened to her in the last couple of weeks but now she was sharing a shower with one of the prettiest women she had ever met. She blinked and made sure this was not a dream. Katie reached for the sponge and soaped it up. She looked at Madison and held up her finger, motioning for her to step forward. Madison smiled and stepped toward the pretty girl. Katie slowly and methodically ran the soapy sponge over the tight little body in front of her. She started with the cute feet and then over the strong young legs. She was kneeling and staring at the small pussy and licking her lips. She resisted and ran the sponge lightly over it. Then she worked up the tight stomach and over her chest. She finished and then turned her around and ran the sponge over the back of her body, she did spend a little more time to make sure that tight little ass was very clean. She stepped back and pushed Madison back under the water. She sat back down and watched again as the water ran over the young girl, washing away the soap and making Katies pussy tingle. She stepped up and grabbed the shampoo. She turned the girl around and then shampooed the long dark hair. She finished and turned the girl around and sat down. She watched her raise her arms and start to rinse the shampoo out. God Damn, she was so fucking pretty and perfect. Katie touched her pussy gently and moaned a little. She would need Brad tonight and maybe multiple times. This little one had her so flustered. Madison finished rinsing her hair and Katie walked up to her and hugged her. Madison felt the touch of their skin and it felt so different to be hugging a naked girl. Her head was between those wonderful boobs again but this time she could really feel them without any clothes in the way. She liked it better this way. She felt Katie hug her harder. Katie loved having Madison body against hers. She loved to hug girls and feel skin on skin but this little one was special, and it felt so good she didnt ever want to let go. She forced herself to let go and stepped back. She opened the door and turned the girl towards it. The towels are in the cabinet next to the sink. Get out of here and let me finish. I will meet you in the living room, get in your jammies and we can watch a movie. Katie said and slapped that cute butt. Madison jumped from the slap on her butt and stepped out of the shower. She grabbed a soft towel and started to dry herself off. She wrapped the towel around her body and stepped out of the bathroom. She was walking to her room and then Mr. Thompson came up the stairs. You all clean? he asked as he looked at her in a towel Yes, sir. She said. He thought he had never seen a cuter thing than her standing there in that towel, her wet hair over her pretty shoulders. The towel almost went down to her knees, he chuckled as he thought of how different Katie looked in that same towel. Is Katie still in the shower? Brad asked. Yes, sir, she told me to get my jammies on and meet her in the living room. She said. That sounds like a perfect plan. I will make some popcorn. Brad said and smiled. She moved past him, and he took a deep breath, the smell of innocence and youth felt good as he took it in. He turned and walked to the bathroom. He went in and noticed through the glass that Katie was sitting on the bench. He smiled and quickly stripped, his cock hard and rigid as the image of that towel was still in his head. He opened the door and saw his young wife on the bench with her legs spread and her fingers moving over her clit. Her eyes were closed, and now he had seen two incredibly hot things in a matter of seconds. He knelt in front of her and grabbed her arms. He pulled them away from her crotch and replaced them with his tongue. Her pussy was on fire as he licked through the soft lips and up to the small clit. He felt her hands on his head as she pulled him into her. Katie was in bliss; she could not get the image of that cute ass with water running over it out of her head and now her husband was doing his magic between her legs. She loved the way he ate pussy, and she was in desperate need of his tongue right now. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she felt the wonderful tongue moving expertly between her legs. Brad loved the way his wife tasted, she was fresh and clean, but she had a special flavor that he could not place. He just enjoyed doing this as much as she enjoyed getting it. He looked up at her face and chuckled, well almost as much as she did. He sucked on her little clit and she pushed her hips into him. He noticed her breathing and knew he was close. He held her clit in his teeth and pushed a finger into her hot pussy. She gasped and then he bit gently, and she exploded. He heard her scream and he held on. Katie felt the blast of pleasure hit her between her legs and explode through her body. She felt herself tighten up and then start to convulse, this was a big one. She grabbed his head and rode out one of the best orgasms she had had in a very long time and there had been quite a few married to this man between her legs. He felt her relax and he stood up. He grabbed her and turned her to face the wall. She gasped and then he slammed his steel hard cock up into her steaming pussy. He drove deep and held it, loving the tightness and the warmth of her. He could almost feel her heartbeat through her tight pussy. He pulled out slowly, grabbed her hips and started to drill into her. He heard her groan every time he bottomed out and he knew she needed it hard today. He held her and continued to pound her pussy. Katie felt the huge cock enter her; he had fucked her many times, but it always felt so big when he first shoved it in. She loved it and he did not disappoint. He was hammering her viciously as she was pushed against the wall with every thrust. She felt his fingers digging into her hips as he worked to keep leverage. This felt so good, she loved cock and he had such a great one. The sound of skin slapping echoed through the shower, him hitting her ass every time he drove in and her tits slapping against the wall as he pushed into her. His cock was ripping into her now and she was just limp in his hands. She was just a piece of meat for him to hammer, she loved this feeling, being dominated by a powerful cock. Her body flopped against the wall and her pussy was pulsing, she felt another orgasm building, this never happened so close together, but it was unmistakable. She worked her hand between the wall and her body and touched her clit. She felt his cock moving in and out with her fingers as she rubbed her clit. Brad noticed she was on the verge again and he picked up speed. He was brutalizing her pussy and he knew she loved it. He drove deep into her and he felt her start to shake. He pulled out and drove back in even harder and she exploded. He held onto her hips as she convulsed again, and he dumped load after load deep into her. They both slowed their breathing, and he wrapped his arms around her. He was leaning on her shoulder and he felt her wonderful ass against him. My god girl, what was that? He asked. It was wonderful. Thank you. She whispered. The little one driving you a little nuts? He said with a smile. You have no idea. She said in a small voice. Dont worry, she is only here for nine more days. He said and laughed. He heard her sigh, and he grabbed her ass. He loved her body, but all of a sudden he had the image of Madison bent over his kitchen table and his cock sliding into her. He felt his cock lurch again, but it was spent. She turned around and grabbed it. She rubbed it softly and then grabbed his balls with her other hand. She looked him in the eye. I am going to suck this cock like a madwoman tonight after that little temptress goes to bed, you ok with that? She said and rubbed the huge cock with her soft fingers. He nodded enthusiastically and she giggled. But right now, I have to wash off the scent of sex, so get out of here. She said. He smiled and stepped back, her fingers slowly sliding off his cock. He loved this woman. He got out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He wrapped it around his waist and walked to his bedroom. Madison closed her door and pulled the towel off. She rubbed her hair some more and walked over to the dresser. She noticed her reflection in the long mirror behind the door. She stopped and looked at herself. She touched her boobs and felt her nipples. She had never thought of them as attractive, but the Thompsons seemed to really like them. Now that she thought of it, Mr. Jones seemed to really like them as well. I guess they were nice. She ran her fingers over her tummy, she loved the way it was so tight, she noticed the small ponch on a lot of the other girls. It didnt look bad on them, but she liked her tight tummy, she figured her running was keeping her like that and she would keep that up as long as she could. She stepped to the dresser and pulled out her jammies. They were soft and light blue. The top buttoned in the front and stopped just over her belly button. She slipped it on and buttoned it up. The bottoms were cute and not too short. She liked the way they were soft and not too tight. She normally wore panties under the shorts but tonight she pulled them on without. She walked back to the mirror and made sure they were not too transparent. She knew she had just sat on a lounge outside topless, but she still felt weird wearing something see-through. Katie slipped on one of Brads t-shirts and a pair of panties. She loved the way his shirts smelled and fit her comfortably. The shirt ran to her mid-thigh, and she knew he liked the way it looked on her. She chuckled as she thought of how hot they both were with Madison around, so she didnt need to make it any hotter but oh well. She pulled her hair back in a ponytail and walked out of the bedroom. Brad popped the popcorn and filled three bowls. He walked into the living room and he saw Madison sitting on the couch in some cute blue jammies, those pretty legs and feet forced his crotch to tighten again. Katie was standing near the TV, going through the movies. His poor crotch got even tighter as he saw she was wearing one of his T-shirts, he loved that. He handed Madison a bowl and she thanked him. He sat down and pulled a blanket over his lap. Katie sat on the couch next to Madison and he noticed her pink panties as she crossed her legs. The movie started and everyone got silent, save for the crunching of the popcorn. He noticed Madison and Katie finish their popcorn and put their bowls on the floor. Katie pulled Madison to her and the young girl sat between Katies open legs and leaned back. Katie was leaning back against a cushion with Madison sitting between her legs. Katie loved the smell of the girls hair and the feel of her soft body against her. She felt small fingers land on her knees as Madison put her hands on Katies legs. Katie ran her fingers through the long dark hair and laid it across the young girls chest. Katie sat still as long as she could and then her arm moved to Madisons stomach and then up under the small pajama top. She felt the girl take a breath as her hand closed over a small breast. She felt the nipple stiffen a little under her hand and she just held the little boob. Madison sat between Katies legs and watched the movie. She was very comfortable with her hands on Katies legs. Then she felt Katie run her hand under her top and start to caress her breast. It felt good and she felt her body react a bit. She felt a little tingle as Katie ran her hand softly over her chest. She took a deep breath and enjoyed the touch of the warm fingers. Brad sat in his chair and felt his cock harden slowly as he watched the two girls on the couch. Katies legs were incredible but having them sitting next to Madisons was an abundance of wealth. He rubbed his cock under the blanket and tried to not spray in his lap. He noticed the movie ending. Time for bed, you have to go to school tomorrow little girl. Brad said. Madison got up off the couch and Katie groaned. Madison giggled and bent over and kissed Katie. Good night, thank you guys for a great night. Madison said and looked at Brad. Mr. Thompson, remember to have Aaron drop me off at my house in the morning so I can walk to school with my friends? Madison asked as she walked over to him. He put his arm around her waist. No problem, sweetie. I will let him know in the morning. He said and squeezed her hip. Thank you so much. She said and leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He watched her cute little ass walk away and up the stairs. His poor cock was swollen and aching. Katie walked in front of him and smiled. She lifted her shirt to expose her belly and the pretty pink panties. You ready for bed, big boy? She said and squeezed the shirt in her hands. He pulled off the blanket, his cock was rock hard and creating a tent in his pajamas. I guess you are. She said and giggled. She turned around and stuck her ass out to him, he tried to grab it and then she jumped away. He chased her up the stairs to their bedroom. He caught her as she got through the door and pulled the shirt off of her. She squealed and tried to get away. Close the door. She whispered as she struggled. He let her go and closed the bedroom door. When he turned around, she was sitting on the bed, twirling her panties on her finger. He walked up to her and she tossed them on the floor. She pulled his pajama pants down and he stepped out of them. She grabbed his cock with both hands and pulled him closer. She kissed the head softly and licked it slowly with her warm tongue. She looked up at him with his cock on her lips. You ready for this Mr. Thompson? She said in a little girl voice. He groaned as she slid her warm mouth over his cock. He felt the back of her throat as she held him in her warmth. Her hand moved down to caress his swollen balls. He closed his eyes as the pleasure flowed through him, fuck, she was good at this. She pulled back slowly and let her tongue run along his shaft as it moved. She pulled off and sucked on the head, twirling her tongue all around. She ran her hand slowly up and down his cock as she licked the head. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked down. She was now moving back over his cock and he could see her amazing tits bounce as she moved his cock in and out of her mouth. He wondered if there was a prettier site than a girl with your cock in her mouth. She slid him to the back of her throat and then he felt her neck contract and he started to feel his cock move into her throat. She slowly moved into him until her face was against his stomach. She held him deep in her throat for a few seconds and then pulled back slowly. Fuck baby, that is incredible. He stammered as his cock slid over her warm tongue again. She smiled at him and drove her head back into his stomach. She started a rhythm of pulling him into her throat and out again, her hand on his shaft as she pulled away. He felt his balls tighten and she squeezed them gently. She pulled back and flicked her tongue right under the head of his cock and he felt his balls start to blast a load right into her mouth. She pulled him into her mouth and milked him dry. He saw her swallow multiple times as he dumped his seed into her. She pulled off his softening cock slowly and then lifted it and kissed his balls. She sucked on them and ran her tongue over them. He held onto her head as she continued her magic. He felt her pull away and then he saw her lean back on the bed and spread her legs. She was looking at him with a shy look on her face. He dove between her legs and started to lick all over her beautiful pussy. Katie closed her eyes and spread her legs even wider. She grabbed her knees and held herself wide open as he ate her. She was so hot, and his tongue was the medicine she needed most at the moment. Brad licked and kissed his young wifes soaking pussy. He was not sure he had ever seen her this worked up. Yes, the little minx down the hall was lighting her up and he was liking it. He sucked her clit and felt her explode in another orgasm. He saw her bite her own hand to keep from screaming as she shook beneath him. He kept on licking until grabbed his hair and pulled him off. He pulled away, her legs were still spread, and she was breathing hard. He watched her recover for a few seconds and then she looked at him. He heard that little girl voice again. Mr. Thompson, are you going to fuck me now? She said. Son of a bitch. Was all he could say and then he drove his cock into her. He grabbed her legs and opened them wide as he drove into her again and again. She grabbed her own legs and pulled them back to her head. He was now driving straight down into her and drilling her into the bed. Harder, Mr. Thompson, harder. The little girl voice said. He was now fucking her as hard as he had ever fucked anyone in his life. He found this amazing as he thought of all the secretaries he had bent over his desk through the years. Some of them were brutal hate-fucks right before he fired them. This was topping them all as he powered into her over and over. She was moaning and her hair was flying all over her face. He felt himself sweating as he kept up the pace. He fucked her for another 10 minutes it seemed, his stamina lasting after already cumming twice today. Eventually he felt his balls tighten again and he buried himself deep and groaned. Katie felt him unload again inside her, she was amazed he had any left. He finished and collapsed on her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held him. They were both breathing hard. Brad rolled off of his wife and stared at the ceiling. He was working hard to catch his breath. He turned to see Katie also staring at the ceiling, her legs still open and her chest moving up and down. It was incredibly sexy and if he wasnt totally spent, he would do something about it. All he could do now was to grab her hand. She squeezed his hand as she slowly recovered. He saw her move her head to look at him. Holy fuck! She whispered. Yes, I agree. He whispered back and she giggled. Madison laid in the incredibly comfortable bed in the amazing room and thought about everything that had happened to her today. The day started normal enough with school and all but when that big black car picked her up everything changed. She kissed Katie and it was amazing. She also laid on a lounge and talked to her daddy without a top on. She giggled at what he would think if he knew. She then watched a movie as Katie rubbed her boobs. What was going to happen for the rest of the week if this was all in one day? She ran her hand under her top and rubbed her breasts, squeezing her nipples. She ran her other hand into her shorts and touched her pussy. It was warm and she felt a tingle as she rubbed her finger over the sensitive spot. She rubbed it gently as she pinched her nipples. Her orgasm rolled over her young body and she moaned. She shook gently in the comfortable bed and then fell asleep with her hand still between her legs.

Mechanical Bull Show byVetman© My normally conservative wife is a closet exhibitionist, especially when she drinks. The occasional alcoholic drink to her is the one true aphrodisiac, the more she drinks, the hornier she can get. The hornier she gets the more she enjoys flirting and teasing other guys, which turns her on even more, which makes for great sex for me. She figures that teasing is fun and harmless, particularly since I don't mind, but she insists that she would not have sex with anyone other than me because she is afraid it would ultimately destroy our relationship.  Betty has a very cute, smiling face, blonde hair and a great body with full, large breasts. She knows she attracts attention, even when she's dressed conservatively. While I enjoy watching guys looking at Betty and encourage her to dress in her sexy, revealing outfits, she normally dresses attractively, but conservatively. When she's not in the mood, it's can be difficult to talk her into wearing sexy outfits. Normally she tells me that she is very satisfied just noticing a man's approving sideways glance.  I help her fantasize during foreplay for sex, and have learned over time that she gets turned on the most whenever I talk about exposing herself to strange men. Some of the best fantasies for her are getting into a situation where young, inexperienced men watch her naked while they masturbate, or a situation where she is helpless to prevent a group of horny young guys from exploring her body. While most of these fantasies remain in the bedroom, occasionally circumstances come together to allow some wild things to happen, as I have related in other stories of our experiences. When I play on these fantasies, she is more inclined to wear the revealing little outfits that I'm always buying her, usually if she wants to turn me on for the evening, and especially when we are away from home. Once she gets turned-on, usually with the help of a few drinks, my conservative wife can change into a teasing exhibitionist, willing to show herself off and excited at making horny men lust for her. She will innocently let the wind blow her skirt up, bend over in a short skirt to show her panties or display her breasts, wear slightly shear skirts with no slip, or let a bikini top slip. Circumstances started to come together one evening recently when Betty and I stopped off to check out a new up-scale shopping/entertainment mall complex about 15 miles from our house that included several restaurants, nightclubs, bars and upscale shops. As we strolled around we came to a large restaurant and bar that featured a mechanical bull near the entrance, between the huge bar area and the restaurant area. Watching from outside by the large front window, we were very amused watching a guy getting bounced around and then thrown from the bull to the very thickly padded floor. Intrigued by this unusual entertainment, we went into the bar for a few drinks to watch more people ride the bull.  There were some girls and a lot of guys in the large bar area and standing around one side of the bull pit watching the action. Dinner patrons were seated around the other side of the bull pit and beyond watching the show while they ate. The bull was also visible to people walking by outside who stopped at the large front window to watch as we had. Surprisingly, more than half of the riders turned out to be girls, some very sexy, and several pretty drunk, many coming in from or going to the other nearby dance clubs and bars. Most of the girls put on a sexy show for their boyfriends or the guys at the bar rather than challenge the bucking bull. The bull's operator was very adept at making the bull move more gently for the girls in ways to display their attributes or violently to throw the macho guys off.  The nice thing about living in South Florida is the way girls dress all year, but especially in the summertime. Sexy, revealing little casual outfits that you would occasionally see in the summer up north are typical wear down here all the time. After watching awhile, I noticed that the guys became more attentive and moved closer to the bull pit whenever a girl in a promising outfit volunteered. It soon became apparent that the operator was very talented at moving the bull in just the right ways to intentionally jiggle or expose their breasts, and raise any skirts. Girls just arriving didn't seem to watch the action closely enough to figure out what the operator was capable of, but most of the guys picked up on it quickly. I watched the operator swing one very large breasted girl with no bra quickly back and forth , and up and down to make her huge breasts swing wildly inside her shirt for the guy's enjoyment. Whenever she tried to hold her breasts with her arm the operator would buck the bull enough that she'd have to grab for the strap and again free her breasts. This was the routine he used on all of the big chested girls that volunteered. He bounced another girl with a low cut top up and down quickly enough that one breast popped completely out of the top to the cheers of the guys. He was adept at moving the bull enough so that the girls had to hang on and could not get a hand free to cover their exposure, but gently enough so as not to throw them off too quickly or frighten other girls who were deciding whether to ride or not.  I was very surprised when one well built girl in a snuggly fitting, long dress, who had been dining toward the back of the restaurant walked up and volunteered to ride (probably on a bet from her husband or date coupled with the alcohol). The smile on the operator's face told me he was going to enjoy giving her a ride. The assistant helped her up onto the bull with only a brief flash of thigh. She carefully tucked her skirt under her in the back and between her legs and securely held onto the strap before the operator started gently rolling the bull around. Suddenly the bull lurched repeatedly forward and back, which caused her dress to creep out from under her. The bull then pitched slowly forward and back, but just fast enough to raise her ass off of the bull and cause her skirt to ride up. Each time she pitched forward she lifted up to expose her very brief panties and well formed cheeks from the back. She vainly tried to keep pulling her dress down as it inched toward her waist, but couldn't because the operator would give her an extra lurch sideways which made her keep grabbing for the strap. He pitched the bull's head toward the floor and tail up which threw her forward, lying on the bull's head. As he swung the bull quickly around, the force held her in this position with her skirt up to her waist, her butt raised and panties completely exposed. As she turned, unable to sit back up, all the guys in the bar area cheered loudly and the dinner patrons got a good view. She finally slipped off and fell to the deeply padded floor with her legs spread and her skirt at her waist giving everyone a final good show as she struggled to get up.  I found it particularly erotic when a girl with jeans, a very transparent blouse and half cup bra got on. The guys did not crowd around the bull pit initially because the outfit did not appear all that promising for any exposure. After moving her around seductively for a minute, the experienced operator bounced her rapidly up and down which caused her breasts to pop out of the top of her bra. Her nipples were clearly on display through the transparent top with her breasts held up by the supporting bra cups. Despite the cheer that arose, she was completely unaware of her exposure as he continued moving her slowly and seductively for several more minutes and turning her so that everyone got a long look. Seeing her nipples openly on display to the crowd without her being aware was a huge turn on. I was standing at the bar, tall enough to see all the action over the guy's heads standing around the bull pit. Betty was seated on the bar stool and couldn't see over the guys as well and didn't pick up on the amount of exposure actually going on, or how well the operator could cause it. She did notice though that the girls in the sexier outfits were getting a lot of cheers and attention form the guys. What she had not picked up on was that the guy's cheers were the loudest in response to the girls being exposed. I was very turned on for the next two weeks thinking about seeing the girls being helplessly exposed on the bull. I was fantasizing a lot about seeing Betty exposed on the bull in front of the room full of men. I was having doubts that I could ever talk her into getting on the bull since she had seen some of the men thrown violently off.  During foreplay for sex, I talked about how sexy the girls had looked on the bull, and how much of a turn on it must be for them to have all those men getting hard watching them display themselves. Laying there after some great sex, I talked casually about the mechanical bull, reinforcing the idea that there were two standards- a rough ride for the men and a gentle, complementary ride for the girls who wanted to act sexy on the bull. I told her that I had noticed that the sexier the girl tried to act, the gentler the operator was to encourage her. This wasn't completely true, because the operator had moved some of the girls very aggressively if he thought he could expose them.  I told her what an especially strong turn on it had been seeing one girls panties exposed to all the guys and the other girls breasts moving around in her blouse. I told her the loudest cheer had been when one girl's nipple had briefly come into view. I knew the idea of getting a room full of men turned on would an exciting fantasy for her to think about. I didn't mention the girl's breasts being completely exposed for an extended time since she hadn't seen that over the guys in front of her and I didn't want her realizing how exposing the ride could be.  Two weeks later we were going out to see a concert by one of our favorite performers at the auditorium and the route would take us near the restaurant with the bull. I was turned on about the possibility of visiting it again and was fantasizing all the time about somehow getting Betty drunk enough to talk her into getting on the bull.  With the possibility in mind, I coaxed Betty into wearing a very short, and sexy sundress that she knew really turns me on. The dress was cut exceptionally well for her body and hid the slight bulge of her tummy so well that she felt very confident and sexy when wearing it (Is any women every satisfied with how flat their tummy is?) It was a soft material, tight fitting at the hips, with a very short flaring skirt that showed off her long shapely legs. The two thin straps held up a low neckline that revealed a lot of her exciting, braless cleavage. The dress buttoned up the front with spherical pearl buttons. I especially liked how easily I could pop the small buttons open with one hand while driving when I reached in to feel her wonderful full breast and hard nipple. The only problem with the dress was that a button would sometimes pop open in the middle where it was tight at her hips or the second button from the top from the strain of her full breasts.  While she was applying her makeup, I went into her drawer and pulled out a pair of very shear thong panties that I had recently bought her. She felt sexy wearing them and knew that I would get turned on imagining them the whole evening and would also cope a feel of her bare ass once in a while. I started working on her early on the way to the concert, slipping my hand under her little skirt and lightly touching her crotch. I pulled out the "pocket rocket" vibrator that I keep in the car and held the head against her clit for a few miles as she sat with her legs obligingly wide open. Her pussy was swollen and panties wet by the time we reached the auditorium. There was a light breeze blowing as we walked from the parking area up to the auditorium and I knew the guys walking behind us were getting quick glimpses of her beautifully bare cheeks. Inside we had to ascend an open stairway to get to our seats. As we turned at the landing and headed up the second flight, I glanced down at the people coming up the first flight. I was envious of the incredible view that two or three of the guys were getting as they looked up Betty's short dress. I stopped at the bar before going to our seats to order us some drinks. When she asked for a light wine, I whined. I talked her into a stronger drink saying that I wanted both of us to get loose for some especially good sex later. At the intermission I got her a double drink on the pretext that I didn't want to wait in line if it wasn't enough. As I expected, she got a little buzzed on the drinks since we had only had a light snack before going to the concert. After fighting the traffic to get back out to the highway, I suggested we stop for a bite at the restaurant with the mechanical bull for some entertainment while we ate and maybe stop in at one of the nightclubs. She agreed, which started my pulse racing a little faster. Step one was working. I reached across and slipped my hand into the top of her dress and caressed her hard nipple as we drove. I undid the top button to expose more cleavage. I whined when she started to re-button it before leaving the car. She said that the top was revealing enough buttoned, but finally agreed to leave it unbuttoned for me after saying that "you're never satisfied". When we arrived, we had to wait for a table so I bought each of us a drink at the bar. I saw guys checking her out with looks that said, "God please let her ride the bull". Without asking I ordered her a Manhattan which gets her loose pretty quickly. A table was ready by the time we finished the drink. At the table I ordered a second round of drinks. She knows that sex is really good when we are both tipsy so she went along with me ordering another Manhattan. She is careful about her weight so she ordered a large salad for dinner, which I knew wouldn't offset the alcohol very much. Before she could protest, I ordered a refill as soon as she finished her drink. My seat was directly facing the bull and she had to turn a little to watch, so I was selectively calling her attention to the bull riders. I pointed out a hot looking girl in shorts who got on the bull facing backwards with her feet on the bulls back and acted very seductive as the bull moved slowly around and up and down. She shook her chest back and forth to the guys cheering and dropped her legs down on either side of the bull. With both hands on the bulls back, she moved her crotch back and forth on its back and gave the guys a suggestive look. Betty commented on how sexy the girl's performance was and how horny the guys were acting. She was talking a little louder than normal and I could tell she was feeling the drinks quite a bit. The operator gave the girl a long ride and let her hop off gently when she was finished.  I ordered another Manhattan as I finally started Step 2 when I suggested that she could make them a whole lot hornier than that girl had and that I 'd really get turned on watching her up there. She laughed and said no way was she getting on that bull in this outfit. She said that she was a little drunk and knew that she would make a fool of herself falling off the bull. She also protested that the dress was too short and would show too much as she got on and off. "So what", I said, working on her fantasy. "I'd get really horny if they got a quick flash of your bare ass and you'd send a lot of guys home with a hard on thinking about it." I knew that would play to her fantasy. As she watched other riders, I noticed that her legs had fallen open pretty wide and she was leaning on the table supporting her head in her hand. Her skirt had ridden up so high that she was drawing a lot of attention from the guy at the next table. I knew she was feeling the drinks pretty good, and from experience knew she should be very horny by now.  I kept suggesting how excited the guys would get from her teasing them on the bull. She laughed and argued that they wanted to watch young girls not an old lady like her. "Bullshit," I said, "You may be 34 but you're better built that most of the other girls here and a lot sexier. I guarantee you you'll make most of those guys hard watching".  As she sipped some of the fourth drink, I pointed out a young girl who was obviously very drunk getting onto the bull. She also had a sundress on, but longer than my Betty's. The operator was aware of how drunk she was and had to give her a pretty gentle ride to keep her on the bull. He stopped whenever she started sliding off the side to let her pull herself back up. He managed to get her on her back briefly, which exposed her crotch as he swung her around, but she managed to sit back up, swung her leg across and jumped down after a fairly short ride.  I pointed out how much drunker that girl had been and that she did just fine. "Come on, do it." She laughed and said, " I don't know" which was better than "no way". I told her that I had noticed that people tipped the operator before getting onto the bull. If the tip was small he apparently gave a rougher ride in retribution. I told her I would tip him $10 to make sure she got a gentle ride. I suggested that it would really excite me if she should look me in the eyes the whole time she was riding and give me her sexiest moves. She still said, "I don't know", which encouraged me since it wasn't "no". After she drank more of her drink, I said lets go up and I'll ride the bull. She laughed really hard and said "This I have to see". I held her arm as we walked over and could feel her weaving a little so I knew her judgment wouldn't be good. When we got to the sign-in area I saw all eyes go to her, daring to hope that she might ride. We moved into the roped off area for the riders and I asked to sign up. The assistant gave me the "at your own risk form" to sign. I walked over to the operator who was looking at Betty and grinning. I held up a $5 bill in my hand and told him that if he made sure that I got a gentle ride, we may be able to get her up there. He smiled widely and said "absolutely."  As I took off my shoes, I noticed the crowd started building around the wall of the bull pit as guys crowded in from the bar area and some walked over from the dining area. Since they were eagerly checking her out, I realized they were anticipating that Betty was going to ride since she was standing inside the roped off area with me. When the previous rider finished, I walked across the thick padding and jumped up on the bull. I smiled at Betty as the bull ride started and saw her laughing back at me. As the bull slowly pitched forward and back, I found it very easy holding the strap between my legs with my other arm up in the air. I had to be getting the easiest ride any guy got all night. When it stopped, I swung my leg across and hopped down. "Your turn," I said as I stepped out of the pit and noticed the number of guys crowding the bull pit. "It was easy."  " OK, you're next," the operator said, gesturing toward the bull. "I don't think so," she said to him, handing me my shoes. Enough guys standing close to us heard her remark and started cheering for her to ride. She broke into an embarrassed grin as the guys kept cheering her- "come on! come on! Go!Go!"! The operator also coaxed her. "There's nothing to it, give it a try." She looked at me grinning and said, "I don't know about this". I could see her nipples standing out through her dress as hard as rocks. I knew she was getting very turned on from the guys cheering and really did want to tease them on the bull. I leaned in close and said "do it for me". Grinning beautifully, she hesitated a moment before saying, "Oh all right, but you better tip him good".  As she gestured to the assistant to hand her the consent form, a loud cheer went up from several guys in the audience who realized she was actually going to ride. As she slipped her shoes off I held up a $10 bill to the grinning operator and said, "Have fun".  Smiling, she made her way unsteadily to the bull across the thick padding, and stopped at its side. For the first time she realized how high it was. With a laugh she turned and asked for help getting on. I dropped my shoes, but the operator's assistant had moved quickly to her side to help. He stooped down and cupped his hands for her to step into. As she jumped up and swung her leg over, her skirt lifted way up to show the already excited audience that her ass was bare in the thong. "Oh Yeah!" rang out. With her legs spread on either side of the bull, her skirt had slid up in the front to display her shear panties, which the operator's assistant was openly staring at. She realized her exposure immediately and pushed her skirt down between her legs and tucked it under her, but there wasn't much material available. She reached back to tuck her skirt under her in the back before reaching between her legs to hold the strap with both hands. She looked at the operator who indicated that she should hold one of her arms over her head. Hesitantly, she raised one arm up and the bull started swinging around.  I noticed that several guys were holding up their cell phones and realized that they were anticipating her exposure and were going to take pictures. They didn't have long to wait. Betty was laughing openly as the bull was slowly turning around, trying to strike a sexy pose. She dropped her arm to the bull's neck as it started pitching slowly forward and back. The pitching increased until it was just enough to lift Betty off the bull as she pitched forward and back down as the bull pitched backward. Her skirt popped out from under her immediately. A cheer erupted as her bare ass came into view every time she pitched forward. Slowly her skirt inched up in the back to display her cute cheeks continuously.  The bull resumed turning slowly and Betty managed to tug her skirt down quickly, but barely managed to tuck it under her. Looking at me, Betty struck a sexy pose by pulling her shoulders back, thrusting out her chest and raising one arm. This elicited a cheer, which I new would turn her on tremendously knowing her audience was responding to her. As she continued posing, the bull started pitching slowly forward and back while still turning. Her dress easily broke free again and popped up, again exposing her beautiful cheeks to the cheering crowd.  Suddenly the operator started swinging the bull back & forth rapidly, as though the bull was shaking his head "no". This caused her breasts to swing wildly back and forth, threatening to escape her low top as she held on, laughing hard. As the motion continued, the tight dress material at her hips moved toward her waist for equilibrium, until exposing more than half of her bare ass. Realizing her exposure, she tried to reach back and tug the dress down again, but the operator quickly pitched the bull, making her grab for the strap and leaving her cute ass on display. From my vantage point, even with her hand holding the strap between her thighs, I could clearly see the exposed shear crotch of her panties. The little trimmed dark patch just above her lips was plainly visible behind her hand. Suddenly, the bull started bouncing up & down rapidly. Betty placed her free hand behind her on the bull's rump to help steady her with the other hand still tightly gripping the strap. This motion bounced her breasts vertically up and down in the very low cut top that couldn't possibly contain them. A loud cheer erupted when her right breast easily popped out. At first just her very erect nipple appeared, but within a few more bounces her entire breast broke free and swung up & down. Camera phones were held up as Betty held on, unable to do anything about her breast being completely exposed to the cheering crowd.  When she finally moved her hand toward her exposed breast, the bull lurched sideways and Betty almost fell off, grabbing for the bulls head to maintain her balance. The operator slowed the bull and she managed to pull herself back up. When she was again centered she reached to her breast but immediately had to move it back when the operator quickly made the bulls head shake back and forth again rapidly. The strain must have popped some buttons, because suddenly both breasts were completely exposed, swinging back & forth from her now open top to very loud cheering. The operator switched to slowly pitching the bull again while rotating it slowly around, so that everyone was getting a good view of her exposure. Betty reached to cover her breasts and struggled to pull the dress closed over them, but the open buttons would not let the material stay in place long and they just popped right back out when the shaking resumed and she had to drop her hand back to the bull.  With her breasts fully exposed, she was completely ignoring her skirt, which had ridden, all the way up to her waist, displaying almost her entire bare ass to the cheering audience and their camera phones. The sight of her bare ass and exposed breasts on display to the crowd was incredibly erotic and seemed to be getting well photographed.  The operator, probably trying to keep her from covering her breasts successfully, suddenly reversed direction, which caught Betty by surprise. She started to fall sideways and grabbed for the strap with her free hand, but was too far-gone to recover. She had slipped half way off of the bull, one leg hanging straight down, the other leg still over the bulls back, clutching the strap with both hands. She held on, laughing too hard to pull herself back up, with her skirt at her waist and her beautiful, bare ass completely exposed to the wildly cheering crowd. As the bull turned away I was shocked to see that her thong had pulled way over to one side, completely exposing her pussy to the already horny audience. Even worse, with the one leg over the bull spreading her legs so far apart, her swollen pussy was gapping open, obscenely displaying the most private part of her body to the leering crowd surrounding the pit and to their camera phones. Since I was standing near the lecherous operator, I was getting the best view of her exposure since he positioned her for his benefit. I could hear comments from several of the guys near me as they stared at her open crotch. "Oh yeah, yeah." "Check out the cunt!" "Holy Shit, do you see that?" "That bitch is showing everything." After staring at her helpless exposure for himself, the operator rotated the bull to make sure everyone else got a good look at her incredible exposure. and then slowed the bull to give Betty a chance to recover and pull herself back up. To everyone's disappointment though, she took the opportunity to slide her other leg over the bulls back, and dropped off. She immediately clutched her top together to cover her breasts and moved away from the bull. She lost her balance in the thick padding and went down, giving everyone another quick flash as she struggled to get up. As she managed to walk unsteadily toward me, laughing, the crowd of guys around the bull pit started chanting "more, more, more"! She acknowledged them, laughing, and shaking her head no as she buttoned her top closed, but still standing inside the bull pit. "That wasn't too bad, except for this stupid top", she told me, grinning. I knew she was loose from the alcohol and tremendously turned on from having been exposed to so many horny men.  Two or three industrious guys held up money as they implored her and started yelling for donations from the others. Other guys started passing dollar bills to the guys near the pit entrance and joined the chorus "More, more"! Laughing, she again shook her head "no". The operator moved over near her and told her that she couldn't disappoint her audience. Surprisingly she looked at me for help and I said with a grin "More"!  Even though I knew from experience that she would be incredibly excited from the combination of the alcohol and the guy's reaction, I was surprised that she was actually hesitating and listening to the encouragement to get back on. She knew her breasts had been exposed, but I was sure she wasn't aware that her wide-open pussy had been completely exposed and on display to all these guys for so long. One of the guys near me held up the wad of money for her and dropped it into the pit. With her judgment impaired by the alcohol, the idea that the guys were tipping her was the final encouragement that did it.  Checking to make sure that all her buttons were secure, including the top button this time, she told the operator she would only do it if he kept the bull real slow. When he nodded she turned and walked back to the bull with the operator right behind her. A loud cheer erupted when they realized she was actually going to get back on the bull.  As I looked around I realized that the crowd had grown much larger than when she first started. People who had been watching through the glass from outside were now crowding around the bull pit five and six deep to get a better view. The smiling operator helped her back up on the bull, getting a good close up look at her trimmed pussy through the shear material as she swung her leg over its back.  After she carefully tucked her skirt firmly into place, smiling, she looked up at the operator back at his controls. Smiling, he was twirling his hand over his head telling her to turn around and ride backwards. Since she had seen a girl riding backwards earlier, she understood, but hesitated. He kept ordering her to turn, like she had no option, and suddenly, to my surprise, she started to comply.  As she moved her left leg over and then her right leg over, she couldn't help but expose her crotch to the horny audience. She again tucked her skirt under her in the back and tried raising her legs and resting them on the bulls back, but realized immediately that this gave everyone a clear view up her skirt. As she dropped her legs down on either side of the bull and reached for the strap behind her, I realized why he had wanted her to turn. Without the bulls head in the way and her hand between her legs holding the strap, her very transparent crotch was now completely exposed with her short skirt stretched across the top of her legs. I could very clearly see her little trimmed wisp of dark hair and open pussy lips through the shear material. As camera phones were raised, she was suddenly aware of her exposure and why this was a really bad position for her to be in with the short little skirt. With an annoyed look at the operator, she pushed her skirt down in the front trying to make it tuck under her, but it was stretched to tight and too short to tuck much in.  Just as she started to turn back around, the bull started moving in circles. At this point, her only choice was to hold her skirt down in the front with her free hand. She smiled, gaining confidence with the slowly moving bull, and tried to strike a sexy pose, still holding her skirt between her legs. With a grin, the operator started pitching her forward and backward, slowly at first but then increasing the rate until forcing her to stop protecting her crotch with her hand and move it to rest on the bull's rump for support. Still turning in slow circles, he increased the rate of pitch to bounce her up slightly up off of the bull's back. This freed her skirt, which started slipping up to her waist. With her legs spread wide apart on either side of the bull, the leering audience could clearly see her pussy through the very transparent material of her panties. The outburst of cheering as she turned told me that those lucky enough to be in the first rows were enjoying her exposure. She tried vainly a few times to reach for the skirt between her legs, but holding the strap behind her back with one hand was awkward, so she was forced abandon her skirt and keep her other hand resting firmly on the bull's rump for support.  Her hand behind her back was also pulling her dress tighter across her breasts and the motion was straining those little buttons. The operator started swinging the bull back and forth to make her breasts swing around which became too much for the already strained buttons. I noticed the second and third buttons down had popped open displaying a lot of flesh in the opening.  Her back was to me when the top button finally let go, but I knew immediately that her breast had been exposed from the loud cheer that went up. As the bull finally turned toward me, both of her wonderful, full breasts were visible and swinging around. More buttons let go from the strain until her top was open almost to her waist. She was laughing hard, and completely helpless to do anything about her exposure as one shoulder strap slipped down to her elbow. Her awesome breasts with their incredibly hard nipples were now completely free and on display to the staring audience. In her awkward position, the bull's motion was causing her shear thong panties to pull up into her swollen lips, exposing her pussy on either side of the narrow material. As the motion continued, the tiny panties were disappearing up into her and more and more of her bare pussy was being exposed. As she looked like she might be loosing her balance, the operator slowed the bull to let her recover. Not trusting him by now, she kept her free hand on the bull's rump for support. With both shoulder straps down to her elbows she looked almost naked except for the band of material around her waist and the thin strip of shear material barely covering her pussy. Many camera phones were raised trying to capture the sight. Now that the operator had so successfully exposed her, his challenge was to keep her on display for as long as he could. He turned her slowly as he rocked her back and forth for all to see, giving her an extra jolt now and then whenever she moved a hand to cover herself. The cheering had drawn more people passing by and the area around the bull pit was packed. Watching any girl so helplessly exposed in front of such a large crowd of guys in such a public setting would be very exciting. Seeing someone's innocent wife exposed in this way would make it even more exciting. Watching my wife helplessly exposed to so many guys was such a tremendous turn-on that I had a major hard-on.  She yelled to the operator and signaled him to stop, which he surprisingly respected. She was still smiling but looked truly embarrassed as she pulled her straps back up and clutched her dress closed in the front as the crowd continued cheering. She swung her leg over the side of the bull and slid off, again losing her balance and falling to the padding onto her back, still clutching her top. I moved quickly to help her up and assist her out of the bull pit, a little worried that she might be upset at how much she had been exposed. The operator's assistant gathered up the money and handed it to her.  As she buttoned her top closed she smiled and said, "That was bad. This was definitely the wrong dress for that". I thought, no it was the perfect dress for that. She moved close like she wanted to say something in my ear and surprised me when her hand went to my crotch and gave my hard cock a quick squeeze, not really caring at this point who might see. "Glad you enjoyed it, I wonder how many more are like that".  "Plenty", I assured her.  She wanted to head for the ladies room to put get herself together and put her shoes on. As we moved out of the roped off area, the operator called over that drinks were on the house. Betty yelled back thanks but that we had more than enough. I led the way squeezing through the crowd, with Betty right behind me. Halfway thru I heard her say, "Whoop" and turned. She said its ok, keep going.  When she came out of the ladies room, she said to hold out my hand and gave me her wadded up thong. "If you don't fuck me soon I'm going to go back up on the bull again like this".  "Go ahead", I dared. As we neared the mall parking lot, she suddenly pulled away a few steps and laughed, "Watch this". She lifted one side of her skirt and twirled around to flash me, and a few very lucky men nearby. "More" I shouted. She laughed, turned around, bent over and flipped her skirt up over her back. A few guys had stopped to gawk by the time she slipped her arm around me and continued toward the parking lot. For their benefit I dropped my hand down her back and back up under her skirt to grab her bare cheek and kept it there as we walked to the car.  After making sure that no one had followed us, I pushed her onto her back in the rear seat and buried my face in her pussy, sucking and licking her clit like a man possessed until she came with a lot of yelling and shaking. Then I pushed her legs up and entered her. After fucking hard and deep we finally moved into the front seat for the drive home. I pulled out the pocket rocket as we drove. With her legs spread wide open and the pocket rocket vibrating her soaking clit, I started describing the incredible sight of her exposure on the bull. After I described how completely her wide-open, exposed pussy had been on display, she was getting real close to yet another orgasm. She started stroking me at the same time, and started describing the groping that had occurred as we pushed our way to the ladies room. She had felt several hands grab her ass and a couple had reached under her dress to grope her bare ass as she pushed through the crowd. One hand had copped a quick squeeze of her breast as she passed. Her yell had been in response to the one anonymous hand that had slipped between her legs from the front and groped her pussy quickly.  "Next time I'll leave my panties off and really.....give...... them....... a ........show...." she mumbled as she went over the edge of another intense orgasm. The experience was incredibly exciting and still is often the subject of our foreplay conversation. My one regret is that I couldn't get any pictures of her on the bull for myself. She had another chance to ride a bull again at a country and western dance bar we found when we visited the Midwest on business. While her panties were on display quite a bit, and her nipple made an appearance, she wasn't exposed nearly as much as the first time. If any one out there captured any pictures of girls being exposed on the mechanical bull, send them to me and I'll show my appreciation by sending some sexy and nude pictures of my Betty in return. If I'm really lucky, it might even be Betty in your pictures.

MailGirls at IDG and Halloween by TwstdSail MailGirls at IDG and Halloween 1 So I was going to tell you about halloween. That was what? Six months after we had started running? Eight months? Seems like forever. So yes, lets go with that.  It had been forever of bouncing up and down stairwells and hallways and standing in offices that I used to barge into telling stories, but now I do it silently with my head down and my eyes at my feet, and nearly nothing comes out of my mouth but "yes Sir" ok or "Sorry Miss Jones, I'll be faster next time." Before I get too far into this story, l want you to think about what it's like to go to the beach in a bikini? I know, it's seems off topic, but it's not. When you're at the beach, wearing a bikini, even a teeny tiny one like that rainbow tanga thing I wore in high school, even that, is fine.  Hahaha, right that one that Dad threatened to spank me out of if I ever wore it again, so I would wear in under the big blue one out of the house? Oh, I'm sure he knows, he just let it go. Anway, it feels fine. It's not embarrassing or anything. Heck, lets be honest, it feels sexy.. Yeah, you know you're showing some skin, and you know the boys are looking, and a few girls, but it's awesome. So sure, you know, you lie on your towel and every now and again adjust the bottoms around your cheeks when you think the lifeguard is watching. And you do an extra few wiggles getting into and out of the shorts you brought just in case. You know?  But now think about when you are there with friends and one of the girls says "lets just go in our underwear, we don't need suits!" Well it's true. My usual panties and bra cover a lot more than that bikini ever did. Especially if we went to play volleyball or something. Then I usually have on a sports bra and such. Still it feels weird doing it. Taking off your pants and top and jumping in wearing a bra and panties. Even when they are cotton and super modest. Or.. or … again.. you're at the beach and wearing a bikini right? And you're fine with that. Maybe feeling a bit sexy, a bit turned on. You run up and down the beach, go for a swim, whatever it is that you do. Then, the sun goes down it gets a little cooler and you put on your top and skirt and you head up to the tiki for a drink. Right? Pretty normal day. And you go to sit down and find out that your skirt has been caught somehow the whole time, and you were walking around with your ass hanging out of your skirt for 20 minutes. It's humiliating! Why is that? It's the same damn blue cloth, right right, rainbow striped, whatever, but it's the same stuff you had on at the beach. It's covering just as well, if not better, now that you're not lying down on the beach or playing catch or something. So why is that worse? What's embarrassing about that? What is it about that? So apparently someone at work, can't imagine who, shrew girl Aikens, caught on to this for half a second and decided to screw with us. Yeah, because she likes to humiliate us. She likes to see us naked, and she likes to try to make us blush and she likes to try and shame us. And you know in truth it's not that easy to shame someone who gets paid to run around naked. I mean, we are a pretty resilient bunch where shame is concerned. But she thinks up new things all the time. I know the bus wasn't hers, but dollars to donuts putting the princess chairs in it was. I'm convinced beyond a doubt that having us come in to be waxed was hers. Personally I even believe she is somehow filming that and getting off on it at home. She's just such an evil little troll. You know it's that whole thing about petite dictators. Heheheh.. I said dick. Yeah yeah, we're both 12.  Oh huh, I don't know if she is getting off on it. But I do think so, not the fact that we are naked, the fact that we are exposed at her command. I'm not saying she's a lesbian, I don't even think she is, I think she gets off on control.  Ok, so right. I mentioned how the driver of the bus, yep that's his born name, driver of the bus of evil. I mentioned that he calls us when he's getting close and we have to be outside. Right, so, the lowest ranking girl goes first, she gets buzzed around 6:30, and we are at work by 8. But along comes Halloween. Shelia, who is number Twelve, gets buzzed at 4:40AM with a "20 minute warning" and the rest of us all get the same basic buzz "Twelve being picked up in 15 minutes. Get ready." Well let me tell you, I was asleep in my comfy bed, in my comfy room, of my comfy house with no floors downstairs and I did not need IDG buzzing me out of bed that early. But I saw the text and didn't really think, i just rolled my feet to the floor and started to get up. I'm not even sure I realized how extra early it was, because it was so damn early that I never got to think about it! Now I was Four the day before, so i had about an hour before they came to get me, if it was yesterday. But since you never know your number until you're getting picked up, you don't really know how long you have. It could have been 20 minutes, it could have been 90 minutes. But since you don't want to keep the bus waiting, you get ready. It doesn't take all that long for any us now I guess. We're up, we shower. Hair into ponytails, light make up, grab the jacket, out the door. Most of us wear very little makeup. No one wants raccoon eyes all day long. Well maybe Monica does. She's been weird lately. Why don't we want to make the bus wait? We get in trouble. We get yelled at, we get shamed. It's pretty bad. Just Miss Aikens saying over and over again "are you so much more important than everyone else at this company that you can make every girl late?" Or "I'm confused, you're just a MailGirl. There are people here doing actual work, and yet you managed to slow down the whole process." I think I told you what happened when one of us was like two minutes late once... we ended up kneeling on mats on the floors! And that wasn't even her fault! One of the Staff people wasn't ready for her when she got there, but he didn't want to endanger his job, so he blamed her. We aren't ALLOWED to walk, so how are we going to 'dawdle'? It's absurd. We're three speed girls; run, kneel, wall. MailGirls at IDG and Halloween 2 Well that's the way it was. Now it's a little different. We got the three strikes rule a couple of months ago. Now if we get three strikes in the day, that day doesn't count as part of the week and we have to come in on Saturday. It's funny, in a way it's not that bad. Saturday is pretty quiet. I would say the staff is like 1/3 to 1/4 the size of a weekday, but since there is only you, you might run a lot more, and usually a lot further. Beth had to be here last Saturday. She said that every run was 5 or 6 floors, but that she only had to do a few runs all day. So most of the day was just spent on a pad. Still it sucks to have to give up a Saturday. Also you have to take and pay for a cab to get you here since we don't have parking passes, so that costs extra. I wonder if I can get all the girls to agree to give each other rides. If I ever get a Saturday, it would cost me the better part of $100 to come in. Right right, closer to 70, but that's still the better part of $100. What's a strike? Well… I don't know. I know if you're late to the bus it's a strike. If you're late on a run. And someone said anyone could strike you for insubordination too. I have no idea what things count as insubordination. A lot I'm guessing.  Hahaha, I wish. That was funny.. no.. we don't get to go home once we have three strikes. We don't even know we have them really until the end of the day. They text us our strikes at the end of the day. And then you know you're working Saturday. So where was I? Right, skimpy bathing suits. That's how we got into this. Twelve got buzzed around quarter to five and told it was the warning. So she's up and getting ready fast. Yeah, the higher the number the less time you have to get ready. If anyone ever becomes Ninety-Nine or something they'll probably buzz her when they're pulling out of her driveway, and do it at 3am. When I got buzzed I usually have time to make a cup of tea, read the paper, whatever. But this was strange, so I was going pretty quickly too. The bus did in fact get to me at around 6:05 and I was just standing there on the curb in my jacket. It was so cold that early in the morning. I remember it was one of those days you're glad to be getting on the bus just to get your toes warmed up.  The driver was in an awful mood. He clearly didn't like being up early any better than the rest of us did. I would have asked him if he knew what was going on, but we don't talk on the bus. Yah, you know that movie "the green mile"? On their way to the chamber they get talked to. We don't. It really is silent on the bus. Just the sound of the bus taking us to another day of groveling and running and being the subhuman that they want us to be. Yep, we get paid a lot for it, but … well.. just but. It is what it is. So we get to the parking lot and Miss Aikens is waiting for us in the entrance. She looks like she is going to immediately snap us to the wall. I can feel the other girls groaning silently. We all assume that we did something and that we are going to spend the next two hours "Nose Tits and Toes" while she berates us publicly about being stupid and slow girls who can't even do the simplest job in the world. But that's not how it goes at all. She asked us to gather around and then she started apologizing! Remember what I told you though.. the nicer the greeting, the worse the day.  And then it comes. "I am sorry we woke you all up so early today, and I want you to know we appreciate it. It's a big day here at IDG as I'm sure you all know, we love Halloween, and we thought that you all could help us decorate and really get into the swing of things." She smiled this big smile at us. If you saw it you would think she was the sweetest little girl in the world, but let me tell you, it's the same smile the witch used to get Hansel and Gretel into the candy house. I actually didn't know it was a big deal at IDG. We did have a Halloween party last year but it wasn't any bigger than most holidays.  They had a special breakfast for us, it was really good actually and it had a halloween themed mini donut on each plate which was kind of nice. And we had our own pot of coffee. Which was so nice! I never did tell you how that ended up did I? We aren't allowed seconds on coffee at the cafeteria. If a member of the staff offers, you can have one, they said, but a MailGirl waiting in line would make the IDG employees uncomfortable, so we can't do that. And no, before you ask, we would never be allowed to approach a person and ask for the kindness of a refill. One girl, who I think is a receptionist for one of the research teams, she offers to bring us coffee if she passes by you, but no one else does.  After we ate breakfast Miss Aikens had us all go down to the storage rooms and grab some boxes out of the closet. Boxes and boxes of Halloween party decorations.  We started festooning the place in black and orange and gold.  We put up some pumpkins that had been carved and ran little plastic pumpkins full of candy around to all office spaces. While Ten, Eleven and Twelve were doing that, One, Two and Three, that's me today, were putting bows on bigger pieces of candy with the little coffee to go cup stopper things that had the shape of a cartoon zombie or werewolf on them. Everyone else was hanging streamers and putting up cartoonish ghosts. Then we all carried about 50 boxes of those halloween donuts up to the main employee lounge area, but of course those weren't the mini donuts, they were regular donut size.  MailGirls at IDG and Halloween 3 And you know what? For a while It was pretty fun. I mean if we hadn't been naked, it would have been pretty cool to be planning a party for the IDG staff. Being naked, that and that alone, was there to remind us that we aren't part of the IDG staff, we are MailGirls. When we finished up the decorating it was nearly 7:15 and Miss Aikens told us to get to the gym for some more Halloween stuff. So, like the good girls we are, off we trotted up to the gym, Miss Aikens following right behind. And do not for one second think we didn't notice that while she was a little winded by the time we got there, none of us were.  I think we thought this was going to be another place for the staff to have a party today, or some other kind of party game. Imagine our surprise when we got there. There were a bunch of people sitting in the locker room with 4 little booths all set up for us. "Well girls, as you know, halloween is a huge day for us here at IDG and we are excited to have you MailGirls be a part of it this year. So, I know this breaks the rules a little, and you can refuse if you want, but I was thinking today we would like you to wear something… costumes!" Listen to me.. and hear me well. "Beware of Greeks bearing gifts." When someone who likes to humiliate you offers you a gift, do not be fooled! Do not think to yourself "well heck, I get to wear clothes." Do not be lulled into thinking "how much worse would it be to run in a costume?" It's worse. And she wasn't being kind, or sweet, or in the Halloween spirit. Well maybe she was...in that goulish evil back from the dead spirit way.  You remember those costumes the girls in my sorority wore? Super skimpy. Right, sexy nurse, sexy cowgirl, sexy cop, sexy lump of coal.... That's pretty much what I expected. It's not what we got. The costumes were pre-assigned. I was going to be an angel, more or less. Everyone else? Well Beth was a schoolgirl, Shelia was a cow, Monica got to be the cowgirl, Jessica was going to be a hula dancer, Mary was nurse, Margaret was a cheerleader and Ruth was a genie, Tracey was a rabbit and Alice was Alice in wonderland which easily could have been the most offensive, but instead was kind of the most covering. Basically, all of the outfits included something like a skirt and some other things. For instance Margaret had on a silver and purple skirt, more or less, and she got white tennis shoes (MAN! I was so jealous of her shoes!) she even got the little over the foot sock with the pom in the back of it!  Then they put her hair in pigtails. The rest they spray painted onto her. So it looked like she had on a sweater with IDG in letters on the chest. And, I guess I didn't mention this, they spray painted a message on her back in bubble letters. We all got one, but we weren't allowed to tell each other what the message was. Hers was "Get Excited!" The skirt? They were all about the same size, except for Monica and Tracey's. They were just about but not quite to the bottom curve of our butts, so we were technically covered, but every time we moved we flashed our butts and, well, you know. No, Monica didn't get a skirt, she got, for lack of a better word, assless chaps. They covered her legs, but left her butt and pussy bare. They had fringes on them and were kind of funny. You would know exactly what I meant if you saw them. You want better descriptions? Of my costume? oh.. of everyone? Well… MailGirls at IDG and Halloween 4 Jessica.. you do remember that she's the only one of us who has suntan lines right? And that just like we have to make sure we don't' have any, she has to make sure she does. So she is super dark and super white? Of course that's why they made her the hula dancer. It's a dig at her. Everything, every single thing they do is a dig. Meant to remind us of our places. You think Shelia was a cow by accident? So they made Jessica into a hula dancer. She got one of those super cheesy plastic green grass skirts, well, kind of, they obviously cut the skirt shorter. And they put grass skirt things around her wrists and a lei on her. On her legs they painted a fake-psuedo-kind-of-hawaiian tattoo thing right at the top of her thighs.. basically a bunch of little arrows pointing to her pu.. well you know. And on her feet they painted fake leaves going around her ankles, like she had on leaf socks.They painted on a coconut bra, gave her a Honu necklace, and then on her back they wrote "I'll shake it for you." I think it's tacky, but what the heck. It's not that much more tacky than being naked in the office I suppose. Let's see, well Shelia. Hers was pretty much unnecessarily humiliating. They gave her ears, horns, and a collar with a bell. Hah.. MORE COWBELL! But yeah. Then they painted her white with black spots. From her head to her toes. If it wasn't for the the fact that they liked to play on her being fat (she is not, I bet she has 1% body fat now, but Miss Aikens still shames her about it), and has the cowbell and some horns, you wouldn't know if she was a dog or a cow. Every time she walks that bell rings, she'll have a hell of a bruise when she starts to run messages. They gave her a super tight, really stretchy skirt that just barely came to the top of the curve of the back of her ass. When she gets the chance to pull it down she'll actually be covered, some girls would go to a club in a skirt just a little longer than this. But she has to run, so it's going to bunch up around her waist.. is it another fat joke? The back of the skirt had a long tail attached to it with a poof on the end of it. On her back they wrote "Eat Me" crossed out the "Me" and added "more chicken." I think it was kind of stupid. Miss Aikens said that for the rest of the day she wasn't allowed to talk, just moo like a real cow. The look on Shelia's face was stricken. She was crumbling before our very eyes. You could see tears well up and it was going to be a fight between refusal and submission. Just as she opened her mouth, either to say "Yes Ma'am" or "hell no!" Miss Aikens interrupted her; "Oh! No!" She said with an absolutely delighted gleam in her eyes. "That would never work today. Never mind Six, you can talk..." she paused.. "today anyway. Tomorrow we will see." Let's see I told you Monica had assless chaps. and they painted cowboy boots on her feet and tied a hat to her head. That's also going to suck when we start to run. I don't have to tell you what her back says.. no no.. nothing to do with 'get along little doggies,' that's actually creative. She had "Em del paseo del vaquero" on her. According to my ninth grade Spanish that means "Ride 'em cowboy." But my spanish isn't very good and, no matter what Monica says to Miss Aikens she can't convince her she's not Spanish. She's some Italian mixture. I think. She might be full blooded Swedish for all I really know. So above the chaps they had painted a cowboy shirt on her and given her a bolo tie to wear. Again, stupid of them. The little metal bits are going to make bruises and possibly poke out an eye when she runs. It almost makes you wonder if they weren't trying to bruise us. The bell, the bolo, even the lei that Jessica had on is going to rub and give her an itchy rash. I'm sure Miss Aikens will just say that it's part of the cost of being a MailGirl, but really, she's thinking that it's a punishment for being a stupid woman. They made Becky into what was a really traditional French Maid. They gave her this super short twirly black skirt with a white fringe. They painted on black fishnet stockings and painted a fake little top on her. The top was black and white like a little butlers outfit but made with a ton of lace and frills. Those? They are just a stencil. It took seconds to put the lace on. They gave her a maid's cap and on her back they wrote "I'll clean you up." Around her neck they put a collar. Maybe a maid collar, maybe a dog collar. I have no idea.  Anyway who else? Mary was a nurse. They gave her a white spandex skirt like Shelia's, and a nurses hat. They painted her to look like she had a lab coat on with nothing underneath it. That was kind of sly idea actually. They even painted on a name tag that said "Ratchett." They put a stethoscope around her neck, again the bumping and bruising. Maybe I should think that it was more about making matching accouterment.. not injuring us.. but it just doesn't seem like it. They painted her legs to look like she had on stockings and suspenders, kind of old school, and even painted a garter belt on her that was under the skirt. It was pretty darn well done. They tarted it up a little more by painting on a ladder in the stockings, to make it look like she had been busy. Alice's costume, you want to hear all of these? Well in a way hers was the fanciest. Basically Alice in Wonderland. They painted a whole blue dress on her. Like a party dress. They painted Mary Jane shoes on her feet and added painted on tights that went all the way up her legs, from far away you would think she really did have little girl tights on. She got put in crinoline, basically a tutu, for the skirt. and it was blue too. and stiff enough that when she moved it didn't. I remember thinking to myself "that's going to be itchy as heck when she runs." Around her neck they put a heart locket and they put up her hair in pigtails. I think they didn't know what to do for the head and the necklace so they just made stuff up. On her back? Oh, they wrote "makes you bigger." Which is a reference to something Alice ate in the rabbit hole. MailGirls at IDG and Halloween 5 No, Tracey's rabbit costume wasn't related to the Alice costume. It was playboy bunny style. They painted her to look like a one of those bunnies who served drinks in the playboy clubs. Even put whiskers on her cheeks. Then they painted on a white leotard which was actually pretty amazing. From more than a few feet away you couldn't tell that she was naked. Originally they tried to use spirit gum to glue on the poofy white tail, but you could tell that as soon as she started to sweat it was going to come off. So they put a belt around her middle and glued the tail to that. It was a black belt so she had this black stripe right above her hip bones. They talked about getting a garter belt but I guess it was too short notice. Then they put a key around her neck. One of those old style house keys. I guess that's what the playboy key looks like. But anyway they gave her that heavy metal key. I guess that was going to be her weight to carry.  On her back? Well, I wish it was something cute like "hopping to it" or "playboy?" But it wasn't. That's not even nearly debasing enough. No, they wrote "I do it like a rabbit." These artists think they are hilarious.  No, you are completely right. I guess I hadn't really thought about it but in a sense the playboy bunnies were the first MailGirls. They were more about the skin than the service and they treated each man like they wanted nothing more than to serve them.  In this day and age, when so many things are messed up and regressive and awful it's bad to be a MailGirl. Hell it's awful to be a MailGirl. Nothing but a bouncing pair of tits and a tight butt running around the office. And absolutely the reason they chose us was that we are smart. It's not just about skin, it's about showing who is dominant and who is just a piece of meat. But think about that in terms of the bunnies! They were at the height of the women's movement! A moment when women were feeling incredibly empowered. And they actually became animals serving men. Uh yes, bunnies are animals.  Some of them defended it, saying that as a feminist it was ok to sell their bodies. Some said that they felt empowered by it because they were the ones who chose to show off.  Well listen, I chose it too. I singed that contract, even if it was under some duress. And I will tell you there is nothing empowering about it. It's reductionist. It's a life designed and built around shaming and disgracing us, and doing it for no reason other than that they can and it is fun for someone.  Sorry I'm rambling and that was not my intention.  Costumes right? Well who haven't we covered? Hahaha. Uncovered. Right. You're hilarious. You're a genius. Everyone loves you.  So that leaves Ruth, me and Beth.  Sure I'll tell you about Ruth first. Ruth was dressed as the genie from "I dream of Jeannie" which is some 1960's tv show. They gave her these dauphinois billowing leggings that attached to a very tight wide band around her waist. They weren't actually leggings more like strips of see through netting. Underneath the belt... over her girl parts... they painted a really ornate bikini bottom. When she stood still she was pretty well covered because the layers of the netting would all fall on her and she looked almost decent. But that's just it right? We aren't ever supposed to be decent. So whenever she moved it opened up like a flower showing off petals. Imagine wearing a skirt of strips and you have the effect.  They painted red silk slippers on her feet. You know, I mentioned that Margaret got shoes and socks. Real ones! But none of the rest of us did. I think it's another example of them dividing us. I know I was jealous that she had them. I felt like I should get some and that it wasn't fair. I was mad at Margaret. Which was stupid of me. But I was! And you and I both know that was the plan to divide us.  Anyway the belt. I wanted to mention the belt. They found one that was wide enough to cover her belly button. I didn't understand why it was so wide. But the reason was twofold. First one of the artists told me that it was an homage to the show. The original Jeannie was made to cover her belly button as it was considered too sexy. Ha! Can you imagine what they would say about Ruth's outfit? Secondly, and I totally missed this at the time, they were making her a corset. They wanted to make it harder for her to run. Almost certainly that meant she would get strikes and end up here on Saturday. Such jerks.  Then they left a bare patch between her belly and her ribs but they painted on a little jacket. Like the money's wear when they are doing that organ grinder thing. Aww look it up. I'll wait.  So right they gave her that little jacket thing. In the end she probably had a lot less painted skin than anyone else. They put a hat on her head that was like a little pill box and gave her a veil. She could hardly keep the thing off her face but that's what the wanted.  A hint of her face. The original didn't have a veil. I think it was just another dehumanizing thing. They also put a lovely scratchy scarf around her neck.  Honestly I'm shocked they didn't give her shackles.  Her message? What was that? Hmm oh right. "You get 3 wishes." So Beth. She was dressed as a schoolgirl. That means short pleated kilt around her waist. Ever been to that restaurant "Tilted Kilt"? Their skirts are ball gowns compared to the skirt they gave Beth.  On top they painted her into a sweater over a white blouse, and around her neck was a real tie. Red plaid like the skirt. They left her legs bare and painted her feet into black Mary Janes and frilly white socks. But that wasn't the best part.. worst part. Before they gave her the skirt they painted panties on her that were bunched up just at the tops of her thighs. Right, if they were real the would just barely not have covered her totally bald little mound and lips and would have been just under the swell of her cheeks.  I imagine you can guess what the back looked like? Exactly. Again, you've got the game figured out. They painted her butt to look freshly spanked. In bubble letters on her back it said "Bad girl but Easy A." So me? I was an angel. They painted me into a white corset. It did not make my tits bigger but it's there. And they painted white slippers on my feet. They wove a halo into my hair and put a necklace with a harp about the size and weight of a silver dollar around my neck. But that wasn't the worst thing. I got a pair of wings. They weren't like normal angels wings that just hang over your shoulders. They had straps that went across my chest. Now these did push up my tits and make them look bigger. But they also pulled those straps down tight. They said it was so that they wouldn't move during the day. But really I've noticed that everything is tight. Everything Is designed to hurt just a little and show off that we are naked.  MailGirls at IDG and Halloween 6 They put sparkles all over me. I was pulling those things out of my personal nooks and crannies for days.  They gave me a white sparkly plastic skirt that was specially designed to fly up in the back when I ran. You know the ones that look like oil slicks? Purples and blues and silver and sparkly? Each and Every step I took sent the back of it flying so it looked like I was in the air and so that my ass was on display. To make it worse from just above the top of my butt cleft, where I have those dimples, and snaking down my left thigh to my ankle they painted a red devil tail. I didn't even see it! Then the painted the words Heaven or Hell with an arrow point down on my back. So I am an angel devil slut girl. Great. Well no doubt if mom knew she would joke about me at least getting a halo once.  A) no I don't have it so I can't try it on for you. B) no I don't have any pictures of any of us. C) sadly even though it is a fire-able offense to do it, yeah you can probably find some on the web.  Right. There is one more. Melissa. She was dressed the most simply. I'm not sure why they did it that way. They took off her sticker and painted the number 9 on her in four places. Then they put her phone on her just like every other day. No hat. They left her hair loose. Nothing else. So that is how the day started out. We got up early, we decorated, and then they put us in costumes. You can see how it is going right.  You can't? I thought you were getting ahead of the curve.  After everything was set up Miss Aikens called us over and said she had one more little surprise for us, and that we were going to love it.  I know you remember. I won't go into Greeks and gifts again. She had us all come over and pick up our phones and then she divided us up. One group; Alice, Monica, Ruth, Beth, and Tracey were assigned to go back down to the party room. They were told that they were going to be busy girls, filling up the plates and keeping everyone happy at the staff party. Their job for the morning was to be the cheerleaders and happiness bringers for the whole staff. Alice was to stand at the front door and welcome everyone. Miss Aikens laughed when she told Alice very specifically that she wanted to hear her welcoming the staff into her hole.  Shelia was to be the coffee girl. Keep the pots full, serve sugar and cream. Remember that Miss Aikens was going to make her just moo instead of speak? Well maybe that's not the worst thought. Because instead of mooing Miss Aikens made her carry a little pouch full of coffee creamers and every time someone asked she had to say "Would you like some of my cream Sir?" That's some sadistic stuff right there. The rest of the girls in that group were told to flirt with the staff, fill plates, and keep people happy. The party was to go from 9 to noon and if people weren't having fun, we "would all be sorry" she warned. Then as if it were an afterthought she looked at Melissa and grinned. "Especially our own little famous MailGirl Nine!" The rest of us, except Melissa were sent to the tenth floor. Up there was a catered party for the executives. They would be there between 9 and 10 and we were all to be standing "nose tits and toes" against the glass wall of the conference room when they got there. "But don't you girls mess up that makeup! That was very expensive you know!" Our jobs this particular morning were to keep their service items fill and keep the executives happy. "At all costs." She went so far as the say that "now of course that doesn't mean anything illegal... but you might want to be broad in your definitions today!" She gave a little sorority girl smile that means "and now I'm going to ruin you."  "This is very important. There will be all of our top executives in that room along with the top executives of a dozen other companies and another dozen from government departments we work with." She took a deep breath. "This is very important to me girls.. do not let me down." She gave a grin. "Because personally I think it's not only schoolgirls who can have red bottoms here at IDG. I think it's also maids, genies, cowgirls and," she looked right at me, "even angels. Heck I think all MailGirls should as well! And if this doesn't go as I want it to, that will be my suggestion to correct the problem." After a moment she looked at our group again. "One more thing girls. I do want the group with the staff to flirt and be fun today. But this group... you need to be as perfect MailGirls as any who ever walked the face of the earth. Fill plates with out asking. Do exactly as you are told. Be sweet. Be responsive. Show how proud you are to be MailGirls! But do not for a moment think that you are anything but MailGirls. Do not be overly familiar with the people in that room. Is that clear girls?" A smattering of "yes ma'am" was greeted with stony silence. She waited and finally snapped "again girls." This time we all said "yes ma'am!" loud and clear.  "Good," she said. "Now for you," she turned in Melissa. "You are the famous Nine today! The greatest MailGirl in the world. You must be pleased."  Melissa, Two who was now Nine, kept her head down and muttered.  "I couldn't hear you. You get to be your personal MailGirl hero today! Aren't you proud?" "Yes Ma'am.. I am proud".  "I'm glad to hear it," Miss Aikens replied. "Because since you are the famous Nine, you're our only MailGirl today. I mean," she was barely suppressing her own amusement, "how many do we need if we have you? So you are the only girl running today. Maybe you'll be bored, maybe not. Who knows?" Nine nodded and now we all knew exactly how important it is to keep everyone at the parties.  The more people who leave the parties, the more Nine has to run. We could actually exhaust the poor girl by noon if we weren't careful. "Good. So for this afternoon…" she paused, "you'll be running, in costume, just like always. But for this morning I want you always on the mat in the main lobby if you aren't running. Everyone should see how dedicated you are." This is a horrifying suggestion. Every run and then back to 1. This could add 20 flights of stairs to every run. It's overwhelmingly hard. But Melissa just bit her tongue and said the words we all always say. "Yes Ma'am."   Why did IDG pick Melissa to be Nine? I have no idea. She's not the best MailGirl or the best looking. She doesn't even look a little like the real Nine. Maybe that's why? So that they can show us that we will be whatever they want us to be? Regardless of who we are or what we want? I guess that makes the most sense.  And really that's kind of the point of a lot of the things that the little witch does! Hah yeah... she should have been a witch for Halloween. Or better yet an Egyptian slave driver.  So there it was. Half of us were going to be servants to the staff and half of us to the executives. A day of filling up cups and plates and being humiliated as slave girls. One girl split off by getting shoes, another by having to run all day, all alone, not dressed, except as 'Nine'. Oh no, I agree with that. Why do you think they had us doing the whole serving thing. The costumes were bad, the splitting us up was bad. But really it was the serving that counted. Everything we had to get was stored on the floor behind something. Why? So we would bend over to get it. Every time we bend over, we flash our pussies to anyone watching. Half of the things we needed on 10 were down on the other floor. That kept us running, sweaty, and our skirts bunched up. Half of the other things we need were being stored on the top shelves in the room. Why? In your bare feet I want you to stretch up and get that coffee from the top shelf in the kitchen. You're in regular clothes and you tell me you won't feel your torso stretching and your tits moving. Tell me you won't wonder if your skirt is flashing your panties at me. If you're wearing panties. But yeah, that was the point. And it worked. I can't tell you how many times I saw girls who are MailGirls tugging down skirts that weren't going to cover anything anyway. I even found myself doing it. But that's not the really strange part of that moment. I mean it is, but it's not. Ok, right, I'm standing there in this white clingy skirt that would never cover me both front and back, and I reach up to get down some more cups for coffee for the Big Guys and as soon as I'm done, I'm there tugging my skirt back down. Every single person in that room is intimately knowledgeable about every crease and fold between our legs, and there I am tugging and trying to hide. I didn't do that yesterday. I just knelt on the mat and let go. But here I am trying to keep my legs closed and my skirt down. Damn her.   So it's that. It's giving and taking away modesty. It's putting it so close that we can almost have it, and then showing us why we can't. Every move is a humiliation here. Ever time we step or bend or twist, it's another chance to show us just how low we have sunken. And it's more than that… It's more taking. Now we aren't just stupid girls who screwed up now have to run messages around an office full of former friends and colleagues.  We lost our jobs. We gave up our social standing and our social networks. We gave up our rights to control our lives and we even gave up our clothes. And they took all of it for a few pieces of silver. And they just take and take. And now they are taking more. They took away our right to have the job we had. We aren't even naked MailGirls anymore; we are decorations. We are stripped servants who have no control over anything, even if we wear anything. They dressed us up like dolls and made us pose! And now they can do it again. Do you think there is any way that we don't end up wearing elf costumes and dressed up in bits and harnesses as reindeer at the Christmas party? Do you believe for even 1:1000 of a second that we won't be dressed up and hopping around the office on Easter? Or if... just if... someone wants a naked girl serving tea at the next IDG board meeting, what possible limit is there that stops them? They broke the rules and we let them and... no insult to Ruth intended.. that genie is not going back into the bottle.   And that my dear is where we started isn't it?  Go back to the beginning. Walking around the beach in your underwear. People seeing your bikini clad butt under your beach wrap. It actually is humiliating. Who cares why? And this is what someone knew. If you want to embarrass a naked girl, give her just enough clothes to almost cover up. Cover her up just enough that she can't stop flashing everyone instead of showing everything.  I know it makes no sense. But I'm telling you that's what it felt like. Don't believe me? Next time you go to the mall wear that short skirt of yours. And don't wear panties. Now ride the elevator and don't let yourself hold down the back of your skirt. I dare you. Do it with a bikini on. Hell do it with a one piece on over granny panties and under running shorts. You still won't be able to not cover up. And now, no matter what, none of us will every be able to cover up, or feel safe even when we are covered. So now you tell me. Who had on the most humiliating costume? One of the girls in skirts and paint or Nine?

Miranda At Work by Pablocruz713 Miranda At Work Pt. 03 Miranda has wild and eventful Friday. Friday morning Miranda slept in late knowing that she didn't need to get ready as she would do that at work per Mike's and her's plan. So when Mike texted her that he was there she left wearing shorts and a tank top. She carried her work clothes in a backpack. Once at work Miranda said to Mike, "I'm going to go take my shower now." "Wait a second I have some work to do, let me see if I can find someone to be your lookout," said Mike, then he left and a couple of minutes later he came back and Mr. Patterson, the owner of the company, was with him. "Mr. Patterson has agreed to make sure nobody spies on you," said Mike. "Ok, thank you Mr. Patterson," said Miranda then she and Mr. Patterson walked into the shop and then went to the locker room. Once they reached the shower Miranda put her backpack down and started getting undressed. First she pulled her tank top over her head, and she wasn't wearing a bra and her tits were bared to the elderly man. Next she slid her shorts down her legs exposing her shaved pussy. Mr. Patterson was in shock watching this young woman strip in front of him. "Wow, you are a really sexy woman," commented Mr. Patterson. "Why, thank you Mr. Patterson," she replied standing completely nude in front of him. "You can call me Don," he said. "Ok, Don," she said then adding, "Why does everybody call you Mr. Patterson?" "Only pretty ladies get to call me Don everybody else calls me Mr. Patterson," he answered. She put her hair up into a shower cap then started the shower. She stepped into the water before letting it get warm and the cold water shocked her. She then let the cold stream hit her tits which caused her nipples to become instantly hard and erect. Eventually the water warmed and she continued the shower, as she washed her body she unsurprisingly spent extra time on her tits. She was putting on a show for the owner but he was actually doing his job of guarding her and spent half of the time looking at the entrance to the bathroom. Even though he was only half watching her he was still getting quite a show and he was thoroughly enjoying it. When Miranda reached her vagina she spent a little extra time there but decided against masturbating. While washing her pussy she did notice that Don stopped looking away as much. When she was done showering she grabbed a towel and started to dry off but tried to keep her body as exposed as possible. While drying off she had moved closer to Don and was able to see a bulge in his pants. She reached out and touched his hardening cock over his pants while asking, "Do you want me to take care of this for you?" Don looked at the young nude woman touching his cock and it became harder, but he was fully aware of where they were. "Not here, come see me in my office later, darling," he said. "Ok, I will," she said. She smiled and he smiled back. Now finished drying she reached into her bag and pulled out the tight blue dress Henry had bought her. She pulled on the dress and it was so tight it showed every curve of her body, including her hard nipples that were now impossible to not notice. Per Mike's request she wore the dress without any underwear. The lack of panties did not go unnoticed by Don who asked, "No panties?" "Mike told me not to wear any," she replied. "Do you always do what he tells you to do," asked Don. "Yes, but he's not the only one," she answered. "You just obey these men when they tell you to do these dirty things," he asked her. "Yeah, I guess I find it hard to say no to powerful men," she responded then adding, "also the humiliation of being forcefully told to do nasty things actually turns me on,...a lot." "So you'd do anything I told you to do?," he asked. "Of course, you're the most powerful man here, I'd do anything for you," she said as she touched his chest. After that she pulled out a pair of blue high heel shoes and put them on. As they walked through the bathroom she stopped at the sinks saying, "I still need to do my makeup, thanks for guarding me, I'll come see you later." "Ok, I'll see you later, I'll give you a buzz when I'm ready," he replied then left. She proceeded to apply her makeup and a little while later a man entered the bathroom and started using the urinal directly behind her. When he was done he turned around with his penis still out before pulling up his pants. Miranda watched him in the mirror the whole time and he saw her looking even making eye contact with her in the mirror. "Since you seen mine can get a peek of yours?," asked the man. "Just a peek," said Miranda without ever turning around towards him. She then reached back and lifted the back of her dress revealing most of her bare ass to him. "Very nice," he commented, then she pulled her dress down and he left. She finished her makeup and styled her hair a little. As she was leaving two men were walking in. "Are you leaving," asked one of the men. "Yes," she said "No peek then," asked the man disappointedly. "Sorry, maybe some other time," she said as she smiled at the men. She then took her bag and went back to her office. Once back at her desk Miranda caught up on some work but a short while later Mike called her into his office. She went into his office and stood silently waiting for him. "Now that you are showered and dressed I can do my daily inspection," said Mike. He walked around her while looking her up and down. Finally he spoke again saying, "Ok, looks good now show me what you're wearing underneath your dress." Miranda obediently slipped off her dress and when Mike held out his hand she handed the dress to him and he placed it on his desk. She now stood completely nude except for her blue heels. The door to his office was wide open and anybody walking by would see her nude body, she was aware of his this but not too concerned anymore. As Mike walked around Miranda examining her nude body he inhaled deeply taking in the aroma of her freshly showered body. "Your scent is intoxicating," Mike stated as he continued to circle her. He stopped and whispered in her ear, "I really want to fuck you right now." She let out a quiet moan and he asked her, "Do you want me to fuck you right here and now?" "Yes, please," she answered breathlessly. "Bend over the desk," ordered Mike and she promptly complied. She stepped closer to the desk and bent over placing chest on top of the desk. "Spread your legs," he told her and as she was doing so he used his foot to push her foot spreading her legs even wider. She couldn't see him but he had by now removed his pants, shoes and underwear. Then suddenly without warning he shoved his erect cock into her wet pussy. Miranda looked to her side and out the wide open door of the office before she wasn't too bothered by the open door but now that was getting fucked she got nervous. Her nervousness about being seen getting fucked only turned her on more and deep down she kind of wanted to get caught. Mike was really pounding her pussy hard and Miranda was coming close to orgasming, when she heard a noise in the outer office. A few seconds later two men appeared at the doorway once they took one step into the office they stopped in their tracks and just stared at the scene before them. It was Chet and another man they stood in silence as Miranda got fucked, she had turned her head toward the door and was looking at them as she got pounded. The men rarely looked at her face and instead focused on her dangling tits that swayed back and forth with each of Mike's thrusts. Watching the men watch her pushed her over the edge and she had an amazing orgasm. She loudly moaned and groaned while convulsing. Mike never stopped fucking her as she came but shortly after she finished he pulled out and said, "Let me finish in your mouth." She quickly spun around and got down on her knees then he stuck his cock into her awaiting mouth. She vigorously sucked his cock but a few seconds later he ejaculated in her mouth. She as usual swallowed it all with ease and then licked his cock clean. Mike stepped away to get dressed and the other men's mouths were agape at the sight they had just witnessed. Miranda remained on her knees as the men continued to ogle her naked body. Mike was now fully dressed so Miranda stood up but didn't bother to cover up. "Is there anything else you need sir?," asked Miranda. "No, that will be all Miranda," answered Mike. "Very well," she said as she grabbed her dress and went back to her desk without putting it back on. Once at her desk she put the dress back on and resumed her work. Mike had closed the door to talk to the men. Miranda laughed to herself thinking he closes the door to talk to the men but leaves it open while he's fucking her. A little while later she went to bathroom to clean up. Her vagina was still leaking a little bit and with no panties on she was worried her dress might get soiled. She was in the bathroom wiping her pussy clean when all of a sudden Will walked in she had absentmindedly forgot to look the door. She was standing with her dress pulled up to her bellybutton wiping herself with paper towels. "Oh, sorry I didn't know anybody was in here," said Will. "It's ok I'm almost finished," she said so he just stood there watching her wiping. "Is that semen you're wiping out?," asked Will with a wicked grin. "No it's just pussy juice, he finished in my mouth," she responded then stuck out her tongue at him. "Finished in your mouth, where did he start then?," questioned Will. "In my pussy of course," remarked Miranda. "So now you're letting guys fuck you now," retorted Will. "Well I think they were getting a little bored of blow jobs," was her come back. "Well I think I'm bored of blow jobs too, what do you got to say to that," he said as he shut the door behind him. Miranda threw away the paper towel in her hand then turned toward the sink and bent over while spreading her legs wide and sticking her ass out. Will didn't waste any time accepting the invitation and immediately dropped his pants. After stroking his cock a few times to get it hard enough he put it into Miranda pussy and started to fuck her. "Let me know when you're about to come, you can't come inside of me just finish in my mouth please," requested Miranda. He agreed and continued to fuck her. A couple of minutes later he said, "I'm going to come," and pulled out of her and stepped back. She spun around and got on her knees but as she went to put his cock in her mouth it was too late and he shot semen onto her face. She quickly grabbed his cock and put it in her mouth keeping half his load in her mouth. After he was finished she stood up and started washing her face as he pulled his pants up. She was still washing her face as he started to leave. Her dress was still pulled up above her waist. As he left he smacked her bare ass hard and said, "Wow, that was amazing, thank you." She instinctively responded, "You're welcome." After he left she finished washing her face then went back to her desk. Miranda hadn't been working very long when she noticed all the men in the office started to gather in the lobby in front of her desk. She counted nine men which she believed to be all the men that worked in the office with her. As soon as the last man arrived Mike came out of his office holding a piece of paper and a bag. "Ok, we're going to do the bulletin now," announced Mike. "But I haven't written one yet," pleaded Miranda. "It's ok I have it right here, you just need to read this," he said holding up the paper. "Ok," was her response as she stood up to go out to the shop. "But first you need to get changed into this," Mike said holding up the bag. "Ok, I'll go get changed," said Miranda as she reached for the bag but Mike pulled it back. "You can get changed right here," he countered. Miranda opened her mouth to protest but decided it would be of no use. Mike continued saying, "Take off your dress." All ten men were staring in anticipation of her nudity. Miranda had been naked in front a crowd of men before but this was the largest audience she has had at work. Miranda knew the men wanted a show so she decided to give them one. She very slowly and seductively started taking off her dress. She started with the shoulder straps, taking them off one at a time. Next she peeled the dress down her chest slowly revealing her tits a millimeter at a time. Once her tits were fully exposed she picked up the pace slightly until she reached her waist. Upon reaching her pussy she slowed down again and ever so slowly she pushed the dress down past her shaved pussy. After her pussy was revealed she slid the dress down past her legs to the floor. She stepped out of it and bent over to pick it up, then put it on the desk. All the men ogled her nude body as she waited for Mike to hand her the outfit he wanted her to wear. Most of the men in her audience had already seen her naked before, but having so many eyes on her really turned her on a lot. First he handed her a light pink lace thong. She put on the thong and he handed her a matching bra which she also put on. The lace of the bra was so light and thin that her nipples and a areolas were visible through it. Not only was their darker color visible but her arousal had caused her nipples to become hard and they were sticking out under the thin material. Miranda waited expecting more to the outfit but when she looked to Mike he simply said, "Ok, let's go." The men started going out to the shop. Miranda was paralyzed for a second thinking there was no way she could face all the men in the shop in this revealing outfit with her hard nipples clearly visible. "I, I can't...," Miranda started to protest but Mike put his hand on her bare back and directed her toward the door. "Of course you can, now let's go," said Mike as he continued to push her out the door. Once out in the shop she saw that all the workers were already gathered, and they let out a loud cheer when they saw her in the sexy lingerie. Mike directed her to stand right in front of the men and handed her the bulletin to read. "Just read this as it is written," he said. Mike quieted the cheering crowd and Miranda began reading the bulletin. Most of the bulletin was the usual stuff, up coming projects, important dates and announcements, but the end was new and unexpected for Miranda. She read it word for word saying, "Now I would like to announce the employee of the week. The winner of employee of the week will get to spend 20 minutes alone with me, Miranda to do whatever they want." Miranda's mouth was agape at the shock of what she just read, but Mike made her continue saying, "Go on finish." "And the winner of employee of the week is Chad, congratulations Chad," she said reading the rest of the bulletin. The crowd cheered, especially Chad, but Miranda merely smiled. She was in shock of the news but at the same time highly aroused at the thought of what she might have to do. Her current arousal only added to her previous state of arousal of having to strip nude in front of ten men. By now she could feel her pussy getting very wet and soaking into her panties, she just hoped no one would notice. Chad walked up to Miranda and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He then held her hand and turned her around so he and everybody else could see her exposed ass cheeks. The crowd erupted with hoots and whistles at seeing her bare ass. This only elevated Miranda's arousal and by now she was sure the wetness of her panties was visible. "When do I get to collect my prize," Chad asked Mike. "Later this afternoon, I'll have Miranda come and get you," said Mike. Miranda turned back to face the crowd and someone in the crowd shouted, "Bring us back those wet panties Chad, I want to sniff them." The crowd broke out into laughter including all the office employees behind her. Miranda was mortified but the humiliation was only turning her on more. Mike ordered everybody back to work and the crowd dispersed. Mike motioned Miranda toward the door and she led the way as all the office guys wanted to follow her in. Miranda knew they wanted a show and she didn't disappoint them, swaying her hips seductively as she walked back to the office. Once back at her desk she turned to Mike and asked, "Can I put my dress back on." "No, I think you should stay like that until Chad gets his 20 minutes with you. Since he won you looking like that I think he should get what was promised," answered Mike. Mike took her dress and left her in her underwear at her desk. A short while later Mr. Patterson approached Miranda's desk and as he walked up she asked, "Hi, Don what can I do for you?" "Do you remember what we talked about after your shower?", he asked her. "Of course, are you ready now?", she answered. "Yes, your little show out there really put me in the mood. Join me in my office," he said. With that she got up and followed him to his office. Miranda was so turned on by now that she really needed to get fucked again and was glad it would be Mr. Patterson, or Don as he wanted her to call him. Don's office was bigger than Mike's and also had a large sofa, but Don's office also had a wet bar and it's own bathroom. Once inside he locked the door behind him, not wanting to be interrupted. Miranda was put at ease knowing they wouldn't get walked in on. "What do you want me to do? Do you want me to strip for you Don?," asked Miranda. "As much as I love looking at you in your pretty pink lingerie, I want to see you take them off...very slowly, please," said Don. She obeyed and started taking off her bra very slowly, almost like slow motion. As she was doing this the old man started unbuttoning his shirt. "Let me undress you when I'm done, please," she asked, he nodded and stopped. After taking her time to remove her bra she dropped it on the floor. She now moved on to her panties and again moved in slow motion as she slid them down past her vagina. She slowly slid them all the way down her legs instead of letting them drop. She then stepped out of them and walked up to Don and started unbuttoning his shirt. She removed his shirt then the under shirt he was wearing. Next she knelt in front of him and untied and removed his shoes and socks. She moved on to his pants unbuttoning and lowering them to his ankles, he then stepped out of them and put them to the side. She now reached for the waistband of his boxers but instead of pulling them down right away, she ran her fingers along the inside of them. Once she had teased him for a few seconds with her fingers she slowly lowered his underwear to the floor. He stepped out of them and when she looked back up she was staring directly at his semi hard penis. She instinctively took his cock into her mouth. After sucking his cock until it was hard, she stood up and kissed him on the neck while letting his hard cock rub against her wet pussy. She whispered in his ear, "Do you want to fuck me now?" He only nodded. "Where do you want me?," she asked. "On the couch," he said. Miranda went over and laid down on the couch. Don laid down on top of her and she guided his cock into her wet pussy. Don went slow and didn't rush and pound like the younger men did. Miranda was enjoying his slow methodical fucking because it allowed her to develop her own arousal. He continued to fuck her and she grew ever closer to orgasm. After nearly ten minutes she started to orgasm and began moaning loudly. As Don heard this he picked up his pace as she continued to come. A couple of minutes after she started coming Don ejaculated into her pussy. After he finished he sat up on the couch breathless and sweaty. Miranda leaned over and cleaned him up with her mouth. "You were amazing, that was great thank you," said Miranda. "Oh no, I'm the one who should be thanking you. That was some of the best sex I've ever had, you're really good at that," said Don. "You should see me give a blow job, I'm even better at that," countered Miranda. "I definitely will, for sure," he said as he got up and put on his boxers. "Do you want a drink?," he asked her. "Just some water please," she answered. He came back with water for her and a scotch on the rocks for himself. They sat on the couch drinking their drinks and when she was done she asked, "Can I use your bathroom?" "Go ahead, be my guest," he said as he continued to sip his drink. Miranda went to the bathroom and cleaned up her vagina and washed her face. "I really hate to fuck and run but I should probably get some work done before lunch," she said while putting her bra and panties back on. Don just chuckled and waved bye to her. Back at her desk she felt strange working in her underwear, but there she was. Her panties were still damp from her arousal earlier but she wiped most of Don's semen out of her pussy. She was able to get a lot of work done before lunch. As the lunch hour neared, she wondered what she would do for food as she had not brought anything to eat. She had half expected someone to buy her lunch even though that meant another sexual favor in exchange. She wondered if she should dare going out to the food truck in her bra and panties with all the shop guys watching. The thought of it caused her pussy to get wet again and she tried in vain to get the thought out of her head. She couldn't stop imagining all the workmen groping her in her underwear. Maybe even ripping them off her and stripping her naked, then gangbanging her right there in the shop. She was lost in her fantasy when someone walked up to her desk. "Hello, I'm Peter I'm one of the salesmen here and I won the opportunity to take you to lunch," said the man. "Oh, hello Peter. That's great I'm starving, but I can't go to lunch cause I'm still in my underwear, see," said Miranda as she stood up to show him her state of dress. "Oh yeah, that's right, well delivery it is then," responded Peter. He pulled out his phone and asked, "Do you like Chinese food?" "Sure, I could go for Chinese," answered Miranda. He typed on his phone for couple of minutes then said, "The food will be here in 15 to 20 minutes, just bring it to my office when it gets here, ok." "Ok, no problem," she answered. As he went back to his office Miranda realized she would have to meet the delivery driver in her bra and panties. 'Figures I'd be exposed some more' she thought. Fifteen minutes later the driver entered the business and walked up to Miranda's desk. When the driver saw what she was wearing he gave her a puzzled look and she just said, "casual Friday," and smiled at him. He smiled back then took a long look at her body especially her tits then left. Miranda took the food to Peter's office. His office was about the same size as Mike's and also had a medium size sofa but he also had a coffee table too. He placed the food on the coffee table and they both sat down on the sofa. Peter kept staring at Miranda inquisitively and eventually she asked, "What? What is it?" "Would it be too much to ask for you to strip before we eat?," asked Peter. "Oh no, not at all," she answered as she stood up and removed her bra then she slipped off her panties. Peter had seen her strip this morning but this was much better as she was right in front of him. "Thank you, that's awesome," he replied. They ate their lunch and when they were done he asked, "What now, how does this work?" "Well, generally I pay you guys back with sexual favors for buying me lunch, so I can suck your dick or you can fuck me, your choice," she explained. He thought about it for a few seconds then said, "I really want to have sex with you but I heard your blow jobs are amazing." "Well we can start by having sex then finish with the blow job," she said. "Oh wow, that would be perfect," he said as his face lit up in a huge smile. "Ok, let's do it," she said as she laid down on the couch adding, "Right here good?" He nodded as he took off his pants. His penis was already hard as he laid on top of her and shoved it into her pussy. He continued to fuck her for two or three minutes then said, "Ok, your turn," as he pulled out and laid back on the other end of the couch. She sat up and leaned over him taking his cock into her mouth. She started to suck his cock with a lot of enthusiasm, since she wanted to live up to the rumor that her blow jobs were amazing. After a couple more minutes he came in her mouth and of course she happily ate it all up. He continued to lie down even after she was done with him. Finally he caught his breath and spoke saying, "Oh my god that was amazing, the guys weren't lying you really are very good at that." "Thank you, I try my best to please," she responded with a big smile on her face. Miranda went back to her desk, by now she had become used to wearing only underwear. She was so comfortable now that she was totally unaware that she was basically half naked. When a driver arrived with a package she got up to sign for it and totally forgot about her appearance until the driver said something about it. His comment shocked her back to her senses but after her initial embarrassment she just responded by saying, "It's casual Friday." And when she saw the driver looking her up and down, she decided to give him a little extra and did some sexy poses for him, even turning around and showing him her exposed ass. "Wow, thank you that just made my day," the driver exclaimed. "You're very welcome, have a nice day," responded Miranda. Miranda went back to work and a short time later Mike came to her desk. "I think it's time for Chad to receive his reward," Mike said. "Ok, what do I need to do?," she asked. "You'll need to go out to the shop and get him, then you can use the spare office," he answered. "You want me to go out into the shop dressed like this...alone?," questioned Miranda. "Yes, you'll be fine I'm sure," he said. Miranda got up and went out the door to the shop. She was nervous and turned on, so she decided to make the most of it. Once she was in the shop she swayed her hips and stuck out her tits. She seductively sauntered through the shop looking for Chad. All the workers turned to stare at her, some even whistled and cat called her. She didn't see Chad at first and asked one of the men where he was. The man pointed to the top of a large piece of equipment. She walked over to the equipment and called up at him, "Chad are you ready to get your reward?," Chad was welding something and after several seconds he stopped and looked down at her and said, "Give me a couple of minutes to finish this then we'll go," "No problem, can I wait here?," asked Miranda. "You can wait right here," said a large man standing next to her as he picked her up and placed her on top of a large tank about four feet above the ground. The metal tank felt very cold on her bare ass. As she looked down she saw that almost every worker had stopped working and was staring at her. She patiently waited enjoying the attention of all the men. After a couple of minutes Chad was done and he climbed down. "Ready?," Chad asked. "Absolutely, but I need help getting down," she said as she gestured for help. The same man that put her up on the tank reached up lifted her off then down to the ground. "Thank you, kind sir I owe you one," she said. "I'll hold you to that," responded the man. Miranda just smiled and winked at him. "Ok, let's go," said Miranda. "Wait, there's something I want you to do before we go," said Chad. "What is it? This is supposed to be for just you not the whole shop," she said. "It'll be real quick, I just want to see you use the emergency shower," asked Chad. "Wearing what," she asked. "In what you have on now, you don't need to undress...anymore than you already have," he stated. Miranda mulled it over for a few seconds then nodded. "Ok, I'll do it, but just a few seconds," she agreed. Miranda walked underneath the shower head and turned toward the crowd that had gathered to watch her impromptu show. All the workers had formed a semicircle to watch her take a shower in her bra and panties. Chad reached over and pulled the lever and water sprayed down on Miranda. She did not anticipate how cold the water would be and she let out a loud yelp as the frigid water hit her. Many in the crowd chuckled at her reaction. She recovered and continued the shower, turning around and getting her entire body wet, even her hair. The cold water was having an effect on her body and her nipples became very hard and erect. The water also made the lingerie more transparent than it was before and her tits, especially her nipples were very exposed. She continued to shower putting on quite a show, even thrusting out her tits in the now see-thru bra. There were shouts from the crowd for her to remove her bra or strip completely, but she waved the requests off. After a another minute she motioned for Chad to stop the shower and the show was over. She stood there wiping water from her face and hair, while the crowd continued to watch. "Ok, I'm done now but I need to grab a towel," she said to Chad. As they walked away the crowd cheered so she turned around and bowed to them. They walked to the locker room then all the way back to the shower stall. "Oh wow, there's shower supplies in here now," exclaimed Chad. He continued talking asking her, "Have you been taking showers in here?" "Yeah, I took one this morning when I got here," she answered as she grabbed a towel off the hook and started drying off. "I'd love to see that," he said. "Maybe some other time as I've already showered," she said. They walked into the office while she continued to dry her hair. Once inside Miranda led him to the spare office and said, "Mike said we could use this room." They entered and she locked the door behind her. "Ok, what do you want to do now, employee of the week?," she asked him. Inside the room was a desk, a table, some chairs and even a sofa. It was used only for storage so everything was pushed against the walls and in one corner was a stack of boxes. "First I want to see your luscious tits, I've been thinking about them since you showed me your pussy yesterday," he said. She promptly complied and removed her bra for him, then she laid it flat on the table hoping it would dry out. "Now the panties," he said. She again complied and took off her panties putting them with her bra. Chad stood and ogled her body for several seconds then said, "Go lay on the couch I want to play with those tits." Miranda was happy to hear it as nobody had touched her tits in a while. As Miranda went to lay on the couch Chad stripped naked and joined her. Once she was laying down he straddled her on the couch sitting up. He placed a hand on each tit and began roughly pawing at them. Eventually he leaned forward and put his mouth on a tit and began suckling it while at the same time rolling the other nipple between his fingers. Miranda was in heaven and closed her eyes as she relished the sensation. He continued to play with her tits for several minutes switching his mouth back and forth between tits. Eventually he stopped and licked his way down her stomach until he reached her pussy. Once at her pussy he proceeded to lick and suck, then inserting two fingers into her. Miranda still had her eyes closed enjoying every second of it, she was getting closer to an orgasm and started writhing in ecstasy. He sensed she was getting close and picked up his pace and intensity, and within a minute she had an intense orgasm. Once she had stopped moaning and convulsing he told her, "Turn over, I'm going to fuck you now." She rolled over onto her stomach and lifted her ass for him. He stroked his cock a few times to get it fully hard, then inserted it into her soaking wet pussy. He then proceeded to fuck her hard, making a loud noise every time he slapped against he ass. She wondered if anybody outside the room could hear. He fucked her for quite a while almost ten minutes, then finally he came, gripping her hips hard as he thrust as deep as he come, shooting his seed deep inside of her. "Am I out of time," he asked her as he got off the couch. She mumbled, "I think so," as she was still laying on the couch with her ass up in the air. She was still recovering while he was dressing. When she finally got up he was fully dressed. "That was awesome, you're an amazing fuck," he said. He then grabbed her panties and said, "I promised someone these." He unlocked the door and left, leaving Miranda standing nude with the door wide open. Miranda was left with only her bra to wear, but luckily she still had the towel she used to dry off. She wrapped the towel around her waist, then put the still wet bra on and went looking for her dress. When she got to her desk she couldn't find her dress, so she went to Mike's office. "Do you happen to know where my dress is?," she asked Mike. "Why? Don't you like walking around in your bra and panties?," asked Mike. "I didn't mind that, but Chad has made off with my panties. Apparently he promised someone he would get them for him," she answered. Mike laughed at her predicament saying, "That's too funny, let me see." She undid the towel letting it fall to the ground, showing him she was naked except for her bra. "Is your bra more transparent than earlier?," he asked her. "It's still wet," was her answer. "Still wet? When did it get wet?," quizzed Mike. "Chad wanted me to use the emergency shower," she stated. "You took a shower in the emergency shower, what were you wearing?," he asked. "I was wearing my bra and panties, that's why their wet," she answered. "You weren't tempted to take them off?," he asked. "I was and the crowd wanted me to but I was supposed to entertain Chad not everybody else," she answered. "Crowd? You mean all the men watched you," he exclaimed. "Yes, they all watched me, but it was brief only a minute long," she said. "I'd love to see you do that sometime, but with nothing on," he said. She didn't say anything, she just stared at him, so he asked her, "Are you fantasizing about it right now?" His question snapped her out of her daze as she was in fact fantasizing about it. "Oh sorry, yes I was imagining it," she answered. "Here's your dress," he said as he pulled the dress out of a drawer, then he added, "But first give me the wet bra." She took off her bra and handed it to him while he handed her the dress. She slipped the dress on and went back to work. A little while later Miranda could feel Chad's semen leaking out of her and she decided to go clean it up. Since she also needed to return the towel to the shower, she went out to the locker room. Once she got there she was relieved to see nobody inside. She walked straight back to the shower stall and hung up the towel. Next she went into the neighboring stall, and lifted up her dress and proceeded to wipe her vagina with toilet paper. When she finished she flushed and fixed her dress. As she was leaving she saw four men in the main part of the bathroom. "You said 'some other time' you'd let us have a peek," said one of the men. "Ok," she said as she turned around and lifted her dress baring her ass to the men. "Very nice, but we've already seen most of your ass, we want to see something new,"'said another man. Miranda lowered her dress back down and turned around to face the men. " I guess you're right," she said conceding the point. After a few seconds she said, "How about this." Miranda reached for the straps of her dress slipping them off her shoulders, she then lowered her dress down past her tits. She left her tits exposed to the men for several seconds, letting them get more than a peek. "Will that do for something new," she asked the men. "Yeah, that's great, your tits are perfect," answered one of the men. Eventually after a few more seconds she pulled her dress up and covered her tits. All the men thanked her for the show. "It was my pleasure," she said as she walked out smiling at them. She went back to her desk and finished her work for the day. As it got closer, to the end of the day Miranda started to wonder what she would do for a ride. As she was doing this one of the finance guys came up to her desk and said, "On Friday's me and some of the guys go to my friend's bar and have a few drinks, would you like to join us?" "I'm not 21, I can't drink," responded Miranda. "It's ok, my friend owns the bar and you won't get carded if you go with us," countered the man. "Ok, I'll go then, but I still don't drink that much," she said. "That's fine, maybe just one or two drinks then," said the man, then adding, "You can ride with me if you don't mind, I'll be done in ten minutes." "Great, I'll see you then," she said. The man turned to go but turned back and said, "My name is Brian by the way." "Nice to meet you Brian," she responded. After he left Miranda grabbed her bag and went to the bathroom to fix her hair and reapply her makeup that had gotten wiped off during the shower and sex. When she came out she looked stunning and Brian was waiting for her. "Wow, you look super hot," he said. Miranda thanked him for the compliment and they got into his car. When they arrived at the bar four guys were already there. She saw Will, one of the salesman, the other finance guy, and a guy from the shop. All the men stood to greet her. Will hugged her and asked, "Can I give you a kiss?" When Miranda nodded he proceeded to passionately kiss her while hugging her. The rest of the men followed suit and hugged and kissed her on the mouth, even Brian who had driven her got a turn. They gave her a beer and a little while later three more guys from the shop showed up. Miranda stood up and hugged and kissed each new guy. Even though she has rarely ever drank alcohol, she quickly drank the beer and the guys ordered her another one. She took a little longer to finish her second beer and was now feeling really good. There was music playing and Miranda said, "I want to dance, does anybody want to dance with me?" Most of the guys turned her down but one of the late arrivals agreed. They went out onto the dance floor and began dancing. The man had his hands all over Miranda, touching her hips, arms, and even her ass. Even though they were playing fast rock music, he was dancing very close to her. He slid his hands down over her back and down her ass. Once his hands were below her dress on her thighs he started to slide them back up. As he slid his hands up he pulled her dress up with them. Very slowly he was slipping the dress up her ass and she didn't notice as the beers had made her tipsy. Eventually her entire ass was exposed. She was now nude from the waist down, but her pussy was still blocked by the man's body. He rested his hands on her bare ass and Miranda was now aware she was exposed. She was tipsy and an exhibitionist so she didn't mind and continued to dance. There were about 25 people in the bar, mostly men, and almost all of them were now watching the show on the dance floor. Brian's friend owned the bar so none of the bartenders did anything to stop the show. Another one of Miranda's coworkers decided to get in on the action, and cut in and started dancing with her. Some patrons got a flash of her pussy when he did. The new guy put his hands on her waist and then slid them up her sides. When he reached her tits he started to fondle them. After a minute or two of fondling he moved his hands to her shoulders. After leaving his hands on her shoulders for a few seconds, he very slowly and slyly slid her straps off her shoulders and down her arms. Miranda even in her state of intoxication knew what he was doing, but did nothing to stop him. Finally the inevitable happened and he ever so slowly slipped the dress down over her tits, baring them to the audience. Miranda continued to dance pretending to be unaware of her lewd exposure. She was now only covered around her mid section with all her intimate parts fully nude. Her dance partner decided to highlight that fact and grabbed her hand and spun her around a few times. The whole bar now saw her shaved pussy and hard projecting nipples on her bare breasts. He let go of her hand and said, "Dance for me baby." She started to dance more provocatively as he stepped back. All the men from her work were now standing at the edge of the dance floor watching her and most of the bar patrons were also watching her dance seductively. By now Miranda didn't care who was watching as her beer buzz and arousal had completely taken her over. She continued to dance nearly nude, swaying and gyrating for her audience. Eventually her coworkers couldn't take any more and one of them grabbed her hand and pulled her off the dance floor saying, "Ok, I'm ready let's go." She was led outside by the eight coworkers, still with her dress bunched up around her waist. The man who led her out by the hand, now leaned her up against a truck and began kissing her deeply while groping her tits. After a couple of minutes a second man stepped in and removed her dress completely before he also started kissing and groping her. All this was taking place in a lit up parking lot behind the bar. Each one of the men took their turn with her and she was so aroused that she was not fully aware of her surroundings. There were other people in the parking lot, some were already outside smoking but others had come outside just to watch her and they all were enthralled by the spectacle. Eventually one of her coworkers opened the tailgate of the truck, which had a camper shell and a mattress inside the bed. Miranda was motioned into the back of the truck, where she laid down and spread her legs. The crowd in the parking lot had moved so that they had a clear view into the back of the truck and of Miranda's pink, wet and wide spread pussy. Each of her coworkers took turns climbing into the truck and fucking her as the crowd watched on. Two of them even went back and fucked her a second time. Miranda for her part had several orgasms and was in her own world of ecstasy and pleasure. When they were all done with her Brian motioned to her to come out, he then took her to his car. As she walked across the parking lot completely nude some in the crowd cheered her performance. Once in Brian's car he drove her home, then he handed her her dress. She didn't bother putting it back on, she merely grabbed it and her bag and went inside. Once in her room she fell fast asleep.

Madison by Demonhead Copyright© 2021 by Demonhead Chapter 21: Sleepover at Thompson’s “Daddy, you still ok with us spending the night over here?” Madison said. “Yes, let me know when Sam talks to her mom.” Henry said. “Yeah, we are going to call her when she gets off work. I will call you either way.” Madison said. “Henry, don’t worry, if anything happens, I can take Sam home.” Aaron said. “Thank you, Aaron. So, I guess it is all set.” Henry said. “Yay! Thank you, daddy.” Madison jumped up and hugged him. She gabbed Sam’s hand and pulled her to the pool. They both jumped in and everyone at the table heard the screams and smiled. “To have that kind of energy.” Barry said. “Yes, and after running a remarkable race.” Aaron said. “Speaking of that, Katie, how did you enjoy that race.” Brad said and laughed. All the guys snickered. “Fuck all of you, that was brutal, I was a mess.” She said. “Literally, actually honey, I have to admit it was almost as much fun to watch you as the race.” Brad said. “I am glad I could provide you such good entertainment.” Katie said and stood with a crooked smile on her face. “Baby, we are just teasing you, I love the passion, it looks good on you.” Brad said and rubbed her ass. “Nice save, I am going to swim with two people that appreciate me.” Katie said and Brad popped her on the ass as she walked away. They watched her jump into the pool, and they heard two wonderful squeals. “Brad, you are right, with mascara running down her face and her hair looking like it was in a tornado, I don’t know that I have seen her hotter.” Aaron said. “Yeah, I agree.” Brad said. The guys sat and watched the girls wrestle and chase each other around the pool. All of them enjoyed the occasional flash of yellow or black flying through the air and the subsequent scream before they hit the water. It was fun to watch. “Barry, are you about ready? I do have a few things to do around the house.” Henry said and Barry fought back the urge to say, “Absolutely not”. He could sit here and watch this all night. “Sure Henry, I am ready when you are.” He said and figured he would be watching a certain video again tonight since he would not be getting any new material. Madison saw her daddy standing up and she swam over to the steps. She walked out of the pool and all the guys stopped and watched her. Something about a pretty girl being just a little prettier when wet. They watched the water drip off her cute body as she walked up to the table. “Daddy, are you guys leaving?” Madison said and put her wet arm around him. “Yes, sweetie, I have to get some laundry done or you won’t have anything to wear to school.” He said and an image of Madison walking the hall naked flashed across the brain of all the other guys. “I could just wear this to school.” She said. She looked at Aaron and he looked to be struggling. She smiled at him. “I am afraid I would get a call for sure if you did that.” Henry said and hugged her. Sam walked out of the water, causing all the eyes to divert to her. She walked up and stood next to Madison. It was like an exercise in opposites, blonde hair versus dark, yellow bikini versus black. What was not opposite was the firm, tight little bodies that were dripping water. “Thank you again Brad for the food and drinks and hospitality. Also, thank you for putting up with these two goofballs all night.” Henry said and ran his hand over Madison’s wet head. “Henry, your family is always welcome here and as far as these two goofballs I am sure they will provide much laughter and enjoyment.” He said as he looked at Madison’s little yellow bikini and wondered how long it would take before it was on the ground. Henry turned towards the pool and was immediately in a hug from Katie. He felt her boobs against his chest and wrapped his arms around her. “Thank you for putting up with me at the race, Henry.” Katie said as she hugged him. “You are very welcome, it was a lot of fun. Thank you, guys, for coming.” Henry said and she pulled back. “Are you kidding? That was the most exciting think I have ever seen.” Katie said and smiled at the girls. “Daddy, you are wet.” Madison said and giggled. Henry looked down and his shirt was wet from the hug. “Oh well, it was worth it for a hug like that.” He said. “Yeah, those are good hugs.” Madison said and Katie smiled. Henry started walking towards the house, Madison holding his hand. Barry followed behind and felt something touch his hand. He looked down and Sam grabbed his hand and walked next to him. She smiled up at him. His heart felt good as he held her hand and walked out to the car. Madison hugged Henry as Barry and Sam watched. He was squeezing her, and her arms were around his neck. Sam squeezed Barry’s hand, he looked down at her and she was watching the hug intensely. He watched her and he saw her eyes get glassy. He knelt and looked at her. “Sam, can I have a hug?” He said and she nodded. He wrapped his arms around the young girl, and he felt her strong arms around his neck. He held her and he was pretty sure he felt a sob as she hugged him. His heart broke for this girl, what was going on with her? She was so happy most of the time but then there were these times. He held onto her and she eventually pulled back. “Thank you, Mr. Jones. That was nice.” Sam said. “Sam, I am here for you whenever you need that.” He said. “Thanks.” Sam said. Barry slid into the front seat and Henry started the car. They waved to the girls standing in the driveway in their bikinis. God, they were pretty. He was looking forward to watching his little tape. Madison and Sam watched the car drive away. Madison looked at Sam and smiled an evil smile. “You are scary. You look like one of those murderers in those slasher movies.” Sam said. “What? Little ole me?” Madison said and Sam chuckled. “What is going on in that warped little head of yours?” Sam said. “Do you remember when you said you would be ok with whatever I did to you?” Madison said. “Yeah.” Sam said slowly. “Do you still feel that way?” Madison said. “I think so, you are a pervert, but I trust you.” Sam said. “Ok, you know I have changed since I stayed here for a week.” Madison said. “Duh, just a little.” Sam said and Madison giggled. “Well, the Thompsons, specifically Katie showed me a lot of new things. They took it slow but now I love doing them and they are wonderful. You got a taste of it last night.” Madison said. “Yeah, I figured. We have been having sleepovers for 9 years and that is the first time you licked my pussy. So, I would say you have changed a little.” Sam said. “After having a day to think about it are you still ok with that?” Madison said. “Yes, absolutely, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I am curious if it was because it was you or if it feels like that every time. The only thing I can think about is when it will happen again.” Sam said and hugged her. “Well, my friend, you may not have to wait very long.” Madison said in her ear as she hugged her. Sam pulled out of the hug and looked at her. “What do you mean?” Sam said. “All of the people in that house love us a lot. They are willing to do anything that makes us happy if we want them to. Do you want them to?” Madison said. “Oh God, do you mean like some of the stuff we did last night?” Sam said. “If that is what you want. Do you want Katie to get between your pretty legs?” Madison said and put her hands on Sam’s cheeks. “Yes, please.” Sam said and Madison smiled. “I love you Samantha Simmons.” Madison said and kissed her pretty friend. She ran her tongue into her mouth slowly and wrapped her arms around her. She pulled back after a couple of minutes, Sam’s face looked flushed. “Are you ready?” Madison said and Sam nodded. “Ok, tonight is going to be special. I will be with you and help you the whole time. If you ever feel uncomfortable or have a question you let me know.” Madison said and Sam felt a shiver run through her body. “Ok.” Sam said. “Good, are you ready to do some things you have never done before?” Madison said. “I guess so, but you are still a little scary.” Sam said. “Nothing that happens will be scary, believe me. Just stay with me and relax.” Madison said and took Sam’s hand. Sam walked with her friend, uncertain of what she was walking into. She knew her friend had changed recently, and she was pretty sure she was going to find out why tonight. She took a deep breath and they walked into the backyard. Aaron watched the girls walk up and they continued until they were standing next to him. Madison had a strange look in her eyes. His poor cock lurched again as he looked at the two incredibly cute girls. “Aaron, would you mind if we practiced on you? I want to teach Sam.” Madison said and Aaron was stunned as was Brad and Katie as they sat there. “Um, I guess so.” Aaron said and Madison frowned. “We can practice on Mr. Thompson if you are not sure.” She said and smiled. “You little devil, don’t you dare. You put me in this state with your little lotion trick.” He said. “Good, I was hoping you would say that.” Madison said and grabbed his hand. She walked him over to the lounges. She and Sam sat down as Aaron stood next to the lounge. Madison looked up at him and reached for his pants. “Sam, Aaron likes it when we wear our bikinis and he especially likes to rub suntan lotion on us. When those things happen, it causes this.” Madison said and pulled his cock out of his pants. Sam gasped and put her hand to her mouth. Madison held the cock in her little hand. Aaron looked down and he loved the look of her little white hand on his cock. Madison pulled Sam closer and grabbed one of her hands. “Just hold it like this.” Madison said and Sam gently grabbed his cock. He started to take deep breaths. “It is so big and really hard.” Sam said. “Yeah, you did that.” Madison said and Sam looked at her. “Right, Aaron?” Madison said and looked up at him. Aaron nodded. “Really, do all guys get this way?” Sam said. “When you are walking around yeah probably most of them.” Madison said and Sam smiled as she held Aaron’s cock. “What do we do?” Sam said. “Well, Aaron likes it when I do this.” Madison said and licked the head of his cock slowly. Aaron moaned and Sam looked up at him. His eyes were closed, and he looked like he was really enjoying this. She looked at her friend and then leaned forward and ran her tongue over his cock. It tasted salty but not bad, it felt weird under her tongue. Madison licked down the shaft and Sam did the same on the other side. Katie reached over and grabbed Brad’s hand. He was holding his phone and she knew she would be watching this video many times. She could feel her nipples trying to poke a hole in her top and her pussy was just about to boil it was so hot. She slid her hand into her bottoms. She reached down and put her other hand on Brad’s crotch. He groaned. “If you do any more than that I will blast in my pants.” He said and she giggled. Aaron looked down and the two girls were licking and kissing his cock like it was an ice cream cone. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He heard Madison giving instructions to her friend. “Ok, now try and put it in your mouth like this.” Madison said and sucked the head of his cock into her warm mouth. He groaned and tried to hold on. Madison pulled off and then Sam slid his cock into her small mouth. He looked down and saw her lips stretched around his cock and it was too much. He groaned and fired a load into her mouth. She pulled off, startled, and his next load hit her in the nose. He saw the surprised look on her face and then Madison took his cock into her mouth and swallowed his last load. She sucked it clean and then turned to her friend who had cum running down her chin and cheeks. “What was that?” Sam said, still holding the cock. “First, you can let go of him now.” Madison said and Sam pulled back. “Sorry.” She said and looked up at Aaron. He looked down at the little blonde with his cum on her face. “Thank you, girls.” He said and stumbled back to the table. “That is what happens when you do that for them. When you get better you can catch it in your mouth. How does it taste?” Madison said. “Weird, slimy, but not horrible.” Sam said and licked her lips. Aaron sat at the table and took a huge drink of beer. Katie and Brad were staring at him with their mouths hanging open. “Holy fuck, that was hot.” Brad said and Aaron nodded. “That was amazing. We have created a monster.” Katie said. They all looked, and Madison was walking up. She stood between Brad and Aaron. “Aaron, thank you for letting us practice. Sam will need more practice when you are ready.” Madison said and kissed him on the lips. Katie snickered. “Katie, can we borrow Mr. Thompson while Aaron rests?” She said. “Sweetie, that is up to Mr. Thompson. Brad, would you be ok with the girls practicing on you?” Katie said and giggled. “Katie, that is a stupid question.” Madison said and took Mr. Thompson’s hand. Katie laughed. Madison led Brad over to the lounges and he saw Sam sitting there with Aaron’s cum on her face. God, that was hot. Madison opened his pants and pulled out his cock, it was hard as steel. She wrapped her hand around it and Sam put her hand on it as well. Sam started kissing the head and ran her tongue over it slowly. Madison pulled Sam’s other hand down to his balls and he felt a small hand caress his nuts. He groaned. “They really like it when you do that. Just be careful, they are sensitive there.” Madison said as she showed her friend how to handle a man’s balls. He saw Madison take her hand off and Sam continued to squeeze his balls gently. Madison pulled her hand off his cock as well, Sam’s hand was by itself on his steel rod. Sam licked the shaft and then moved back to the head. She ran her tongue over it and then slid it into her mouth. She flicked her tongue across it as she held it in her mouth. He saw Madison whisper to her, and she slid more of his cock into her mouth and looked up at him. He saw the cute blonde with his cock in her mouth and he lost it and blasted a load into her young body. He saw her swallow, but she pulled off and he fired the next load onto her tongue. She tried to keep it all in but some of it flowed out of her mouth onto her chin. He felt another small load fire into her mouth. Brad pulled back and Sam let go. He walked back to the table and Madison looked up to see Katie walking up. She sat on the lounge. “Baby, that was incredible, are you ok?” Katie said to Sam. “Yeah, that was different. Is it always this messy?” She said and Katie giggled. “No, you will get better at it.” Katie said. “With more practice.” Madison said and Katie smiled. “Can you teach me more? That felt good, it seemed like the guys liked it a lot.” Sam said and looked over at them. “Yeah, they liked it a lot.” Katie said. “How long until we can do it again?” Sam said. “Well, they have to rest for a little and then they have to get excited again.” Katie said. “I know how to do that.” Madison said and kissed Katie gently. Katie grabbed the girl and continued to kiss her. She slid her tongue into the little mouth and Madison returned the kiss. They wrapped their tongues around each other as Katie held Madison’s head. Katie pulled back and smiled. “Yes, that will do it.” Katie said. Madison kissed Sam and Katie watched the two girls. They had obviously done this before as their mouths and tongues started dancing immediately. Madison was holding Sam’s head and Sam had her hand on Madison’s arm. Katie thought it was precious and she felt a tingle between her legs. Madison pulled back slowly, and Sam took a deep breath. Madison gently pushed Sam towards Katie. Katie kissed the young girl. It was soft at first as their lips met and got used to each other. She slipped her tongue in and Sam opened her mouth. She felt the little tongue flicker across hers. She put her hand on Sam’s head and pulled her closer. Katie kissed the pretty blonde deep and loved the feel of her skin under her hands as she hugged her. Sam was starting to feel like she was in a dream. She had sucked on two cocks and now she was kissing Katie. She loved kissing Madison and she figured she always would, but Katie was magical. Her tongue was exploring the inside of her mouth and Sam was loving it. She was not sure if it was because it was the first time or if Katie was different. She was looking forward to figuring it out. Aaron and Brad were watching the scene on the lounge and feeling their sore cocks coming back to life. Brad wondered if he could ever watch something like this and not get hard. He hoped that would never happen. “Katie, can you show me something else?” Sam said as she pulled off the wonderful kiss. “Sure, sweetie.” Katie said and kissed the soft lips again. “Well, Madison did something to me last night and it was wonderful. I need to return the favor, but I don’t know how to do it.” Sam said and Katie looked at Madison. “Dressing room.” Madison said and Katie nodded. “I see, she is good at that, isn’t she?” Katie said and remembered the last time she had Madison’s tongue on her pussy. She shivered. “Yes ma’am, that is the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Sam said. “Well, I think we should get started. Madison, you need to lay down. I will be right back.” Katie said and walked off. “So, rock star, you ready for this?” Sam said and ran her fingers over Madison’s tight stomach. “Oh yes, you have no idea how long I have been waiting for this.” Madison said. “Yeah, I think I do have an idea. I have been watching you for a while. Even before you stayed with the Thompsons you liked to watch me in the shower.” Sam said, her fingers running over the tight tummy. “You are so pretty; it was impossible not to look.” Madison said. “I admit I was looking at you too. You are perfect.” Sam said and kissed her. The girls kissed until Katie returned. Madison looked up and she was holding something soft and black. Katie sat down. “Madison, are you ready for a mind-blowing experience?” Katie said and held up an eye mask. Madison nodded. “I am going to put this on you and then I am going to teach your friend how to make you very happy. You will not be able to see us so you will just have to react to the touch.” Katie said and Madison felt her body heat up immediately. “Ok.” She whispered and Katie slid the mask over her eyes. “You can take it off anytime you want but if you keep it on you will not be sorry.” Katie said. Madison nodded and then tried to imagine the scene. She was laying on the lounge like she had done many times before. Katie had done this to her a few times but now it felt so different. She could feel her body vibrating with excitement. Her nipples were hard, and she felt her pussy getting wet. She could feel her hips moving but she could not stop them. No one had touched her yet and she felt herself getting close just from the anticipation. Katie watched the young girl squirm on the lounge. She had never seen anyone react to the blindfold like this before but then again, she had never met anyone like Madison. She could almost feel the heat coming off her. She looked over at the table and motioned the boys over. They got up and walked over, Katie looked at Brad and he took out his phone and started to record. “Sam, touch her lightly.” Katie said and pulled Sam’s hand to Madison’s thigh. Sam touched her inner thigh softly and Madison gasped and moved her hips. Sam smiled and touched her a little lower on her leg. Madison moaned and Sam ran her finger down the inside of her leg to her knee and then back up slowly. She saw Katie motioning and she ran her finger almost to the edge of Madison’s bikini and stopped. Madison thrust her hips up and Sam giggled. “Patience, rock star.” Sam whispered and Katie smiled. “Oh God, this feels so good.” Madison said and did not know what to do with her hands. She was rubbing on her tummy and hips. Katie pulled off her top and tied Madison’s right hand to the lounge. Madison groaned. Katie untied Sam’s top and looked at the girl. Sam nodded and Katie slipped her top off. Sam’s breasts were fabulous, Katie touched the nipple lightly and Sam made a small noise. She was looking forward to playing with these later but for now Madison was the focus. Katie tied Madison’s left hand with Sam’s top. “Are you ok, honey?” Katie whispered. “Oh yes.” Madison said in a gasp. Katie smiled and looked at Brad. He was sweating and his cock was raging in his pants. She could only imagine what Aaron was feeling, she only hoped he wouldn’t knock her in the back of the head with his cock. She had plans for that cock, she hoped he could hold on. She looked at Sam and tried to look in her eyes, it was difficult. “Softly.” Katie whispered and Sam started touching Madison’s legs again. Sam ran her finger along her friend’s leg and could feel the heat coming off her body. She looked at her face and she was sweating; her forehead was glistening, and her mouth was opening and closing. She could see her nipples through her top, they were rock hard. It looked like Madison was going out of her mind, Sam hoped she was next. Madison was in a lust-filled dream. Her body was vibrating under Sam’s finger, she loved the fact that she couldn’t see, it was exhilarating, and this would not be the last time this would happen. She felt Sam’s finger on her thigh and willed it to continue. She groaned as it stopped at the edge of her bikini bottom and tried to move her hips closer to the finger. God, this was exciting. Katie moved to the side of Madison as Sam continued teasing her legs. She reached under Madison and pulled the tie of her top. She felt it loosen and then she pulled the tie at her neck. The top was free and just laying across Madison’s breasts. She ran her finger along the edge of the top and Madison moaned. Katie pulled back and let Sam take care of her friend. Katie motioned and Sam pulled the tie of Madison’s bikini bottoms gently. Katie saw the knot loosen and slowly fall open. Sam was good at this; she reached over and untied the other side just as slow. Now Madison’s suit was laying across her body. Katie pointed to the top and Sam slowly pulled the top off Madison. Katie saw the beautiful breasts appear and it looked so hot to see Sam’s breasts hovering so close to Madison’s. Katie motioned and Sam touched Madison’s nipple with her own. Madison groaned and Katie rubbed her own pussy as she watched. “Sam, do whatever you think she will like. Love her and you will be fine.” Katie whispered. Sam leaned over and licked the tight nipple. Madison moved as she felt the warm wet tongue on her throbbing breast. Sam sucked on the nipple gently. She ran her fingers over the other one and touched the nipple as she sucked on the opposite one. Madison was moving and her hips were grinding, Katie knew she was close, it would not take much more. This was fascinating, she was sort of making it up as she went but it felt like a scene in a movie now. Sam moved up and kissed Madison. Madison moved her head to try and get closer to Sam, Sam leaned into her and kissed her hard as she held her nipple between her fingers. Madison was moaning into her friend’s mouth. Sam pulled back and Madison gasped. Sam pinched her nipple and let go. Katie motioned and she moved down. Sam lifted one of the ties on Madison’s bottom slowly and the bottom moved and finally dropped between her legs, displaying the young pussy. Aaron and Brad rubbed their cocks as they looked down at this scene. It was something nether of them ever thought possible in their wildest dreams. Madison was blindfolded and her arms tied to the lounge. She was naked and now she had spread her legs and put a foot on the ground on each side of the lounge. Her pussy was open and looked to be pulsing. It was incredibly wet. Oh yeah, Katie and Sam were topless, throw that on the fantasy bonfire. Sam moved to the end of the lounge and crawled up between Madison’s legs. Katie was pointing to certain parts of Madison’s pussy and whispering instructions. Sam was listening as her face was inches from her pretty friend. She put her hands on Madison’s thighs and looked up at her face and boobs. It was a beautiful sight. She leaned over and gently touched Madison’s pussy with her tongue. “Oh God!” Madison screamed and moved her hips. Sam pulled back and Katie smiled. “Slowly.” Katie said and Sam touched the warm pussy again with her soft tongue. Her friend tasted good; it was salty but sweet as well. She wondered if the taste was impacted by how much she loved the girl. She ran her tongue along the edge of Madison’s lips, gathering the wetness on her tongue. She could see Madison’s little button and it was throbbing. She knew it would be over as soon as she touched that. She licked all around it and Madison moaned. Katie watched Sam lick around Madison’s pussy, the girl was a natural. She had Madison on the edge, and she was playing with her. This was amazing to watch. She looked up and saw Aaron standing there, his cock massive in his pants. She grabbed his hand and pulled him over. She opened his pants and pulled out his huge black cock. It was hard as steel again and looked to be already throbbing. She moved him over to the end of the lounge and placed his cock on Madison’s lips. The young girl latched onto the cock and started sucking like it was a lifeline. Her moans were now muffled with a mouthful of black cock. Katie sat back and looked at the scene, she was rubbing herself as she watched Sam feast on Madison’s pussy and Madison trying to swallow Aaron’s cock. She looked up at Brad and saw the phone in his hand. Thank God, someone is capturing this for posterity. This was going to be a classic. Sam was working hard now, and Madison was moaning around the black cock. Katie saw her hips moving more now and Sam was holding onto her thighs to keep from being thrown off the lounge. “Now Sam, bring her home.” Katie whispered and she saw Sam latch onto Madison’s clit. Madison screamed and Aaron’s cock popped out of her mouth and started spraying cum on her chest. Sam’s tongue and Aaron’s warm delivery on her body pushed her over the edge. A massive orgasm hit her, and she was thrashing around. She could not pull Sam off with her hands tied so Sam continued licking and sucking her clit. Madison felt her body go numb with pleasure and then she felt it explode in her crotch. She screamed again and Katie started kissing her to keep the neighbors from calling the police. Sam continued and she felt her friend relax for a second and then her hips started again. Katie held the kiss and started rubbing Aaron’s cum into Madison’s chest. She ran her hands over the wonderful breasts and pinched the nipples with fingers slick with juice. She felt Madison ramping up again and she pulled back. The young girl was breathing heavy again and moving her hips. Sam was still working hard between her legs. Katie rubbed the stiff nipples between her fingers. She looked down and saw Sam move her tongue back to the little clit and flick across it. Madison lurched again. “Please, Sam, please.” Madison mumbled. Sam took her clit into her lips and hummed. She felt her friend explode again and she held onto the strong thighs. Madison shook for another 20 seconds and collapsed. Sam pulled back and looked at her friend. She was glistening with sweat, and Aaron’s stuff was shining on her breasts. Her hair was a mess and over half of her face. She was breathing deep and slow, and she would shake occasionally, like a big shiver. Katie untied her hands and her arms fell over the side of the lounge. She pulled off the mask and her eyes were closed. She leaned over and kissed her lips gently. She felt the girl respond slightly and she pulled back. “Madison, are you ok?” Katie said softly, moving the hair off her face. Madison moved her head slowly and looked at her. “Oh, yes.” She said softly and smiled. “That was incredible, you have a very talented friend.” Katie said and Madison looked down and saw Sam smiling at her, her face a little shiny. “Yes, I do.” Madison said and waved her finger at Sam, motioning for her to come to her. Sam crawled up and laid on top of Madison, their breasts touching. Madison pulled her head down and kissed her. Katie watched the girls kiss. She sat calmly and looked at them, they were precious and now almost naked in her back yard wrapped in each other’s arms. She saw Madison’s hand move over Sam’s butt and squeeze. She saw her pulling on the tie string. Katie got up and pulled the strings and then pulled Sam’s bottom off. Now they were naked, and it was glorious. Sam’s ass was spectacular and Madison’s hand on it was even better. Katie walked over to the table and Aaron and Brad were sitting silently. She grabbed a beer and sat down. “Ok, who has seen anything hotter than that?” Katie said. “Not me, that was mind-blowing. That little girl blindfolded and tied to that lounge was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life and I have seen a lot.” Aaron said. “Yeah, that was a life event.” Brad said. “Honey, when you were standing on their doorstep and looking at her for the first time did you have this scene in your head?” Katie said. “No fucking way. I did have some evil thoughts about her initially I will admit but never did I imagine seeing anything close to what I just saw.” Brad said. “Yeah, she may have ruined sex for us all, I am not sure I can compete with that.” Katie said. “Honey, I don’t think you are right, but I will die trying to prove you wrong.” Brad said. “You know I am blindfolding you the next time I fuck you.” Aaron said. “I figured. You know she wants you to fuck her, right?” Katie said. “What?” Aaron said, his face almost white. Katie giggled. “You would have loved her logic. We were talking about when Barr fucked her for the contract. She was a little upset but not for the reason you think. She said I told her that her first time needed to be with a special person at a special time. She said the time was special because it got her daddy a huge contract, but the person was not special. She said in her mind it didn’t count.” Katie said and Aaron sat with his mouth partly open. “I don’t understand.” Aaron said. “Well, the next thing she said was that she wanted you to be her special person.” Katie said and Aaron put his head in his hands. “Well, now that is all I will be able to think about for a while. Thank you.” He said and Katie snickered. “It’s a tough job but someone had to do it and she chose you.” Katie said. “Do we really want to go there? She is only 14.” Aaron said. “Yeah, you tell her no and let me know how that works for you.” Katie said. “Fuck.” Aaron said and took a big drink of beer. Madison held onto Sam and kissed her for a couple of minutes. She loved the feel of her friend on top of her naked. She ran her hands over her hips and her wonderful butt. Sam pulled back and looked at her. “This is so weird, but it doesn’t feel weird.” Sam said. “Kissing me is weird?” Madison said. “No, that is wonderful but doing it naked in someone’s backyard is a little weird.” Sam said. “Yeah, I kind of threw you into this, it took me a couple of days to get this far. Sorry about that.” Madison said. “Don’t you dare apologize; this has been the most amazing afternoon of my life.” Sam said and kissed her. “You were amazing, are you sure that was your first time?” Madison said. “You have me, I have been secretly eating out all the girls on the team.” Sam said and Madison smiled. “I figured.” Madison said and Sam punched her in the arm. “Ouch. By the way, you don’t owe me one anymore. In fact, I think I owe you something. That was crazy.” Madison said. “That was really hot. What did it feel like when you couldn’t see?” Sam said. “Amazing, I tried to figure out where you were going to touch me, and the anticipation was wild. Just having to rely on touch made everything feel that much better. Then when Katie tied my hands it was unreal. I felt like I was at your mercy and it was the most exciting thing I have ever done.” Madison said. “I understand why you changed recently; I will never be the same after this.” Sam said. “You better not, now that you have done that once I am expecting it to happen as often as possible.” Madison said and Sam smiled. “We could do it on Mr. Thomas’s desk during lunch, do you think he would mind?” Sam said and Madison laughed. “Oh, my God, that would be so cool. I would love to see his face. You know we may have to actually do that one day.” Madison said. “You are such a pervert.” Madison said. “Said by the naked girl on top of her girlfriend in her friend’s backyard.” Madison said and Sam laid her head on Madison’s chest. “You have converted me to your wicked ways.” Sam said. “Oh sweetie, we have just scratched the surface.” Madison said and Sam groaned. Madison looked over at the table and they were all looking at her. She smiled and tried to figure out what she wanted to happen next. Aaron looked like he still needed a rest. They could practice on Mr. Thompson. She looked at Katie and she knew. “Sam, I think it is time you get to experience Katie. Did I ever tell you about the first time she did that to me?” Madison said. “No, you didn’t.” Sam said. “It was in the dressing room at the Palace.” Madison said. “That fancy clothing store?” Sam said. “Yeah, she took me there to try on dresses. She had me try on a dress and then go out and model it for Miss Evelyn. She was the sales lady and a friend of Katie’s. That was cool and all but the coolest thing of all is that there were old guys sitting there waiting for their wives. It was so exciting for some reason for them to see me. The first dress was that white sundress I wore the other day.” Madison said. “I love that dress, you modeled it for old guys?” Sam said. “Well, not for them, but they were right there when I was showing Miss Evelyn so yeah kinda.” Madison said. “That feels like it would be hot for some reason.” Sam said. “You have no idea, I was vibrating. The second dress was a tight red one, you haven’t seen that one yet. It was so tight I could not wear underwear. It fits good though and I look really hot in it. There was only one old guy left and you should have seen his face when I walked out.” Madison said and she felt Sam shiver. “This is such a hot story.” Sam said. “Well, you are going to love this next part. There was a black dress, and it was way too revealing. The top was cut down to my belly button and my boobs were barely covered. The bottom went down to my ankles but there was a massive slit in the side that went up to my waist. There was no way I could wear that anywhere, but Katie said I should still show Miss Evelyn. Then she said that the old guy would love it as well. I remember getting very excited about that. The old guy almost fell out of his chair when I walked out in that one.” Madison said. “My God.” Sam said and Madison put her hand on Sam’s head. She could tell her friend was getting worked up. “So, I walked out and spun a little. The dress opened up and my entire leg was visible, it was obvious I wasn’t wearing panties. They agreed it was too much dress for me but when we got back into the dressing room Katie kissed me. We were both so excited that a few seconds later she was between my legs. I had a massive orgasm and could barely move. I was leaning against the wall; the dress was hanging off my right shoulder, so my boob was out. The bottom was pulled up quite a bit, I am not sure how far up you could see. Katie went to get me some water and when she opened the door the old man was staring right at me.” Madison said and she heard Sam groan. “The best part is that the old man was the husband of our English teacher.” Madison said. “Mrs. Simmons?” Sam said. “Yes, his name is Frank, and he is very sweet.” Madison said. “You talked to him after he saw you like that? I would be so embarrassed.” Sam said. “He needed some water, so I brought him some.” Madison said. “I guess so, you are lucky he didn’t have a heart attack.” Sam said. “So, my naked little friend. Are you ready for Katie to take you to paradise?” Madison said. “After that story, yes.” Sam said. Madison got up and lifted Sam to the other lounge. She laid her on her back and looked down at her. It was a beautiful sight. Her pretty face, glorious blonde hair, perfect boobs, flat tummy, long legs, and a cute little pussy. Yes, a beautiful sight. Madison reached down and slid her finger across Sam’s pussy. It was wet and warm, and she slid her finger up and down. Sam moaned. Madison looked over at Katie and motioned to her. Katie stood on shaky legs after watching the girls. She walked over and Madison looked up at her. “Sam wants you to do to her what you did to me in the dressing room. I told her the whole story and she is a little excited.” Madison said and pulled her finger out of Sam’s pussy, it was wet. She held it up to Katie and Katie sucked it and moaned. Madison moved to the side and Katie got between Sam’s legs. She put her hands on the smooth thighs and spread them. Sam whimpered. Madison put her hand on Sam’s belly and rubbed it. She moved up to her boobs and rubbed them gently. Sam put her hand on Madison’s shoulder. Madison rubbed her soft boob and felt her nipple under her hand as she moved over it. Katie looked at Sam’s young pussy open before her. The hair was so light it looked like it was smooth. She could see pink as it was spread open, and she could see she was wet. It looked as good as she knew it would. She had been dreaming of this moment ever since she met the pretty blonde. She decided she wanted this moment to last so she would go slow. She leaned over and blew softly over her. Sam groaned and moved her hips. Sam loved the touch of Katie and Madison on her body. She did like to be touched, she always had. That was why she was so sad that her daddy didn’t hug her anymore. He never touched her at all, well except when she did something bad and he spanked her. She tried to block that out as she experienced the wonderful touches of her friends. Madison looked down at her pretty friend. She looked like she was handling everything ok, she was very worried that Sam would freak out about all of this, but she seemed to be ok so far. She loved her friend and wanted to share this with her, but she did not want her to be scared and for sure she didn’t want her to think badly about her. She hoped that would not happen, so far so good. She leaned over and kissed Sam as she rubbed her breasts. Katie was in heaven; Sam’s pussy was lovely and tasted like nectar. She was a virgin so that was something, no cock had ever been in here. Katie realized that was silly as Madison still tasted like candy even though Barr stuck his nasty cock in her. She lapped up Sam’s juices and tried to make this last as long as possible. Sam was moaning as Madison was kissing her and rubbing on her boobs. Katie loved this and hoped that these girls spent a lot of time here in the future. Brad and Aaron watched the current porn scene in their backyard. The little blonde was getting ravished by Katie and Madison. Brad saw Katie’s ass sticking out as she ate out Sam. His cock was throbbing. He looked at Aaron and he knew he was thinking the same thing that he was. He was not sure if it would be more exciting to fuck Katie or watch Aaron fuck her. He decided to leave it up to fate. He picked up bottle cap and looked at Aaron. “You see what I see? One of us is going to fuck that. Heads, you, tails, me.” Brad said. “Are you sure dude, you can go.” Aaron said but he was watching Katies ass wiggle around and wanted nothing more to get behind her and sink into her tight pussy. “Nope, her pussy is left up to chance. Top part of the cap is heads.” Brad said and flipped the cap. It landed with the top up and Brad smiled. “The pussy is yours my friend.” Brad said and waved his arm. Aaron looked at his friend and decided he loved this job. He stood up and walked behind Katie. Her ass in that blue bikini was fabulous. He put his hands on her and she wiggled more. She was working hard between Sam’s legs, so she didn’t turn around. He pulled the bottoms down to her knees and pulled out his hard cock. He had already cum twice this afternoon but watching these girls it was impossible to stay soft. He rubbed his cock over her pussy, and he felt the moisture. He held her hips and slid in slowly. He moved to his knees so he could get a better angle. Katie felt the cock enter her and she knew it was Aaron. First of all, his hands are huge, but his cock had a wonderful little curl as it entered her. It felt like no other, the fact that it was massive didn’t hurt either. She felt him slide in slowly and then he was pressed against her ass. She had Aaron’s cock in her and she was licking Sam’s pussy. Life was good. Madison saw Aaron walk up and get behind Katie. She pulled off Sam and watched him slide his cock into her. She scooted down until she was next to him. She saw the huge black cock disappearing into Katie. It looked amazing, she wondered what that felt like. She was pretty sure it would feel way better than Mr. Barr. She moved her hand under and felt Katie’s pussy and his cock sliding in and out. She looked up at Aaron and smiled. Aaron thought fucking Katie as she ate out Sam was about as good as it was going to get but he was very wrong. He was now looking at a cute 14-yr-old who had her hand on Katie’s pussy and was feeling his cock as it moved in and out. Then she looked up at him and he saw a burning in her eyes. She was pretty already but now with those eyes she looked like a goddess. She took his hand and put it on her chest. He felt her firm boobs and remembered how he had blasted cum over them a little while ago. This was turning out to be an amazing afternoon. Katie felt Sam getting close, Sam had her hands on Katie’s head, and she was squirming. She was struggling to concentrate as Aaron’s wonderful cock pummeled her. She moved her tongue up to Sam’s clit and licked it. Sam moaned and squeezed her head. She sucked on the little clit and Sam went off. Katie held her strong little body as she bucked on the lounge. Sam was grabbing handfuls of hair, but Katie did not mind, the pain kept her focused on her job. Sam shook for about 30 seconds and calmed down. Katie laid her head on Sam’s stomach and focused on the large black cock moving in and out of her body. Madison stood up and looked at Aaron. She was eye level with him as he knelt behind Katie. She looked down and saw his beautiful cock moving in and out of Katie. She looked back at Aaron and kissed him. She grabbed his head and pulled him to her. She felt his tongue move into her mouth and she wrapped hers around it. She kissed him hard and moved her hand down to caress his balls. She heard him moan into her mouth. She pulled back and looked at him. He was holding Katie’s hips and drilling her. Madison saw her ass jiggle each time he drove into her. She moved next to Aaron and whispered in his ear. “I want you to fuck me just like this.” Madison whispered into his ear and squeezed his balls. Aaron screamed and pulled Katie hard against his crotch, blasting his seed deep into her. He held on as his cock unloaded. He looked at Madison and her eyes were sparkling with desire. She scared him; normal 14-yr-old girls should not look like that, but he knew long ago that his little Madison was anything but normal. Madison watched Aaron stand up and tuck his cock into his pants. He looked at her and she smiled. She knew it now just a matter of time. He turned and walked back to the table. She looked down at her friends and Katie was still laying on Sam’s chest. She wondered if she would be paralyzed for a while after Aaron did that to her. Sam’s eyes were closed, and she was taking deep breaths. Madison moved over to Sam and knelt. She moved damp hair off her pretty face. Sam opened her eyes and looked at her. “Are you ok?” Madison said. “Yes. This place is incredible. That was amazing, you were right.” Sam said. “Yeah, it is a pretty cool place.” Madison said and kissed Sam gently on the lips. Katie got up and moved over to her lounge. She laid down and tried to recover from Sam and Aaron. She had never felt anything so wonderful. She loved it whenever Aaron fucked her and that alone was amazing but tasting that sweet girl for the first time was special. For them to happen at the same time was mind-blowing. She tried to stabilize her breathing and heartbeat. Madison laid down on her lounge in the middle of two of her favorite people. She thought about what she had just seen. Seeing the power of Aaron as he was behind Katie made her pussy shiver as she tried to imagine that wonderful cock sliding into her little body. Seeing Sam in so much pleasure made her heart happy. She loved her friend and wanted to give her as much pleasure as she could. She looked over at Sam. They were off to a great start.

My Wife At The Stage In Okinawa 1996 by elecombc My Wife At The Stage In Okinawa 1996 Part 1 My sexy Asian wife was not as incognito as she thought she was as she was fingered by the crowd. I got married in my early twenties when I was in the Air Force and that is when I started to have this fascination with watching guys ogle my wife. I knew my wife was very attractive, sexy and pretty but I didn't realize how much I enjoyed watching other guys lust over her until I started noticing how much attention she got everywhere we went. I really started to look forward to seeing guys stare at her and break their necks. She is a tall Asian girl with very long straight jet-black hair, a beautiful face, high cheekbones, big brown eyes, a slender perfectly light golden-brown body, and a perfect butt. She has the most beautiful long slender golden-brown legs that really attract attention when she wears a short dress or a short skirt with heels. I would often ask her to wear sexy clothes. If the weather was warm, she would wear sexy clothes as long as she looked fashionable and not slutty. About two years after we were married, she decided to start working out in the gym to really tone her body and build muscles. She lost what little body fat she had completely and became lean at about 110 pounds and she put on some muscle too. At this time, she was in her mid-twenties. She is not an exhibitionist or anything like that but she does love attention and compliments from guys. I always wanted her to show more in public. We would sometimes go out clubbing and she would wear a short dress and I would often beg her to take off her underwear and go commando. One time when we were in the club dancing in Florida, she did remove her underwear and her summer dress was somewhat see-through. At one point, I was able to lure her onto a small round side stage that was about 4 feet higher than the main dance floor.  There were about ten people on the main dance floor but most people were just standing around the dance floor watching people dancing.  As she was facing the main dance floor, I was behind her with my arm around her stomach while she was dancing and she did not realize that I was slowly crumbling up the front of her dress into my fist, raising the front of her dress to about her belly button exposing her pussy to the onlookers for about thirty seconds. She caught me doing it and was quite upset with me. After that, she always wore her underwear. In the mid-1990's I got stationed in Okinawa at Kadena Air Base. I was told that there was a club in Naha City called "The Stage" or "Naha City Music Club" that has a live sex show club. It was very intriguing to me to go see. I told my wife that one of my coworkers was having a going-away party at this club and she let me go probably because she was also curious about it. It cost quite a bit to get in but it was fantastic. The show had six Japanese women and four or five women from Colombia. The club was not very large as it could only occupy probably fifty people. It had one T-shaped stage with a circle stage that was about 10 feet across at the bottom of the T. The audience chairs were lined up around the semicircle part of the stage. There were probably fifteen chairs in the first row and probably four rows of chairs behind that in a semicircle. The show started with a Japanese girl. For her first song, she would just dance around. The second song was slower and she would strip completely naked during the song. After her second song, she would then do something special. The first Japanese girl for her third song brought out a Polaroid camera and for 500 Yen (about $5 at that time), anyone could have their picture taken with her. This is the only money that was given to the dancers in the club. There was no tipping the dancer like in the States. The girl would get into any pose that you wanted her to do for the photo. Most guys would have her spread her legs wide open for the picture and she was fine with that. Then a Colombian girl would dance for two songs. The first song, she would just dance and the second song, she would strip naked. She would then bring a small basket onto the stage and proceed to go to every guy in the front row and wash their hands. After she had washed all of their hands, she started on one side of the stage and would sit on the very edge of the stage and straddle the man who was sitting there. The stage was elevated above the front row by about 3 feet so when she would sit in front of the man, his head would be slightly above her crotch. She would lay back with her hands above or under her head, spread her legs open and he would proceed to feel her up to include fingering her. She would give the guy about thirty seconds to do what he wanted and then she would get up and move to the next guy, sit in front of him, lay back, spread her legs and he would do the same thing to her. As I watched this for the first time, I was amazed that this was allowed. No guy on the front row was excluded. She had to go from guy to guy to guy until the entire front row had their chance to finger her. This was incredible to me. After she had finished with the front row, she got up and walked off the stage. The manager of the club came out next in order to figure out who was going to get on stage to have sex with her. It was understood that if you raised your hand, it meant that you wanted to have sex with her on stage in front of everyone. If there was more than one guy that raised their hand, then the manager would have a dice roll-off to determine the winner. The winner would then get up on stage, get naked, and then the girl would come out and put a condom on him. Sometimes, the girl would give him a blowjob in order to get the guy hard. She would then lay down; spread her legs and he would fuck her in a missionary position or she would sit on top of him. The stage was small and it would slowly rotate so that everyone could see from every angle. After they had finished, the girl rotation would continue with another Japanese girl that would come out and dance two songs and then a special trick like blowing darts from her pussy. After that, another Colombian girl would come out and repeat the same stripping, fingering and sex as the first Colombian girl had. This would continue on a rotation all night. I went home after that first night to the club and told my wife all about it and she didn't believe me that the strippers were required to let any guy in the club finger them and actually spread their pussy open. We went together soon after and my wife couldn't believe that what I had told her was actually true. She really enjoyed the show and talked about it for quite some time after that. She told me that the most erotic part of the show to her was that the Colombian girls had to let anyone finger them. The part that she really couldn't stop talking about was that they were getting fingered by any guy who wanted to. It didn't cost any more money at all either. All the guys had to do was sit or stand in the front row of the stage and he was guaranteed to get the opportunity to finger her with her laying down in front of him with her legs spread wide open. And it wasn't just one guy, it was all the guys in the front row. If a guy that was there wanted to finger her, she had no choice but to let them and there was no barrier. It was the real deal. The guys got to feel inside her skin to skin. She didn't find the sex to be as erotic as the fingering because it was only one lucky guy and he was wearing a condom and couldn't feel a lot anyway so she said. In our pillow talk, I told her how much it would thrill me to see her on stage getting fingered by any guy that was there. I could tell that it was a fantasy on her mind as well but fantasy and reality are two different things as she would tell me. The night that we went to this club there were only Japanese guys there. No Americans at all. I told her that there were no other Americans the other night that I went other than the small group of guys that I had been with even though on the other night, half the club was probably Americans and the other half Japanese. For the next few months, life was normal. I went to work and she got a job working at a big store on the Air Force Base. She would often tell me about different guys that come just to see her and how she was constantly receiving their phone numbers. She worked out at the gym almost every day. She would also work out at three other gyms around the island. I would go with her occasionally to work out and it would be funny to see all of the guy fans that she had that would say hello to her, as they saw her often in the gym. She just loved the attention. A few weeks later, another one of my coworkers was leaving Okinawa soon and was going to have his going-away party at The Stage again. So again, I went. The show was about the same but some of the dancers were new. This time I got a chance to talk with the manager and I told him how intriguing it was for me to see the show. We talked about how there isn't any kind of show like this in the States. I told him how beautiful and sexy my wife is and how I would love to see how an audience of guys would react to her being a dancer. I even told him that she found it very erotic and might even consider doing it as long as she wouldn't be recognized. I didn't think that she would ever consider getting on stage, but I guess it was just a fantasy that I had hoped would happen. I thought the odds of anyone recognizing my wife were next to zero. Being that it was a Japanese Club that was mostly frequented by Japanese men, I thought that it might be possible to convince my wife Ava to pretend to work at The Stage for one night without anyone she knew finding out. To my surprise, the manager asked me if I had some pictures of her on me. I got out my wallet and showed him the few that I had. He thought that she was very beautiful and sexy and he told me that they had not had a Thai girl there in many years and that if I could somehow convince her, he could probably let her work one night. So now it was up to me to convince her Ava to do it. I couldn't believe it could happen or that I was considering having her do this. On the other hand, this sounded like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. We were not going to be stationed there forever and places like this don't exist in the states. After I got home from the show, I was so excited but I figured that my wife would not consider it since she was somewhat shy and had never taken her clothes off in front of anyone in public before. So as delicately as I could, I asked her if she would ever consider this one-time fantasy fulfillment of mine. She immediately said no way because she was scared someone might recognize her. I told her about how many thousands of Japanese people are on the island and none of them know her. I also told her that it's very rare that Americans go to that club and she believed me since the night she went I was the only American. I even suggested that she could wear a mask like they do at Mardi Gras and she said that she would have to really think about it and if she were ever to say yes, she would have to get really drunk. Over the next few weeks, I bugged her about it now and then trying to see if I was getting any closer to convincing her to do it for me and it didn't seem like I was getting any closer to convincing her. Then, about three weeks before my birthday, she surprised me by asking me if I wanted to go to The Stage for my birthday. I said, "Of course, we can go to The Stage." I asked her if she was considering fulfilling my fantasy for my birthday. She said that she had been thinking about it a lot and how wild and crazy it might be to get up in front of strangers and take off her clothes and then she said that she would do it. Once she said that she had agreed to do it, she said that her emotions were all over the place about it. She was feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement. I was over-the-top excited. I called the manager immediately and asked him if it would still be okay. He said that she could work on the Friday in three weeks and be there by 6:30 p.m. He told me that Ava would be filling in for a Colombian girl which meant that she would be required to dance, strip naked, get fingered, and then have sex on stage. He asked if she was OK with that. I told him that she was OK with anything and everything even though I didn't know that for sure. I told him that the only way that she will do it is if she can wear a mask. He said that would be fine. So, the date was set and I was so excited. All I had to do now was keep my big mouth shut and not let anyone know that the sexy girl from the gym and from the Air Force base was going to be performing at the stage. This is where I messed up. Of course, I had to open my big mouth to one of my co-workers because I knew he didn't go there so it wouldn't matter anyway. I just wanted to get his reaction. Although he denied it but word must have gotten around because about a week before she was going to do this, I went over to visit her at her work. While I was there, I went to go and use the bathroom at the BX and in the bathroom was a note taped to the inside of each stall that read: *Top Secret* Ava is going to be secretly dancing at The Stage on June 4th. I couldn't believe it. I mean, if I found out that a beautiful regular girl that I knew was going to work at a strip club for one night I would not miss it. But this wasn't just a strip club. It was a sex club. Who knows what crazy things might happen? At the least, she is going to dance and strip and maybe even more than that. I think that most guys would call that a chance of a lifetime. I thought that this was probably why some guy was trying to get the word around. Then two days before the big day, I was in the Air Force base gym locker room and overheard three guys talking about her and what they had heard so I confronted them. I told them that I was her husband. I asked them what they had heard and they first told me that they meant no disrespect and that they heard that she might work at The Stage on the upcoming Friday night. I simply reacted by saying that I wondered who started that rumor. That same night, I was watching Ava as she was getting into the shower and I noticed that her pussy was a little bushy. I was thinking about how much more erotic it would be to actually see the girl's pussy without pubic hair covering their lips and vagina which was unlike the other girls that were dancing at the stage. They all had too much hair on their vaginas to really see it easily. So with her permission, I helped her trim and shave her pussy and I did it well. I trimmed the hair nicely above her clitoris and completely shaved everything else, exposing her lips completely. As the big night approached, Ava was getting nervous and thinking that she might back out of it. I tried to rest her nerves and build her confidence. I told her that I had worked it out with the manager and that he was counting on her filling in for a girl who couldn't make it. I helped her pick out some of her sexy dresses, skirts and underwear and then we left to get some tequila at the store. I wanted to make sure to get to The Stage early because I was worried that if she saw some Americans there, then she might try and back out of it. We picked up a bottle of tequila and she started drinking on the way. I told her to try not to worry because she was going to be wearing a mask and there probably won't be any Americans there anyway (even though I knew better). I told her how beautiful and sexy she was and she should be proud to show her body off. We got there an hour early. I introduced my wife to the manager and it was kind of an awkward conversation but he went over the rules of his club. He asked her if she had seen the show before and she said that she had. He told her that she was filling in for one of the Colombian girls. He asked her if she knew what that meant. She asked him to go over it with her. He told her the following: First, that she would be the fifth girl in the rotation and that there was a total of six girls working; three Japanese girls, two Colombian girls and her. Second, that she is to dance for two songs. The first song is just a sexy dance and the second song is a slow striptease, finishing with her being naked. Third, after her second song, she is to get the washing basket and then wash the guys' hands who were in the front row and then take the basket back behind the stage and then go back onto the stage. She needs to then sit on the edge of the stage in front of the first guy, lay back with her hands over her head and spread her legs and let the guy touch her. He told her to count to thirty and then get up and move to the next guy and do the same thing. She then played dumb and asked what he meant by touch. He told her, "I meant finger you. Pretty much whatever they want to as long as they don't hurt you." After he said that, she looked like she got very nervous and/or excited. I couldn't tell which. Fourth, he told her that she was to go off stage until she heard music playing. When the music starts, she is to come out and have sex with the guy on stage. He told her to make sure to use a condom that is in the basket. He told her that she is done when the guy finishes. At that point, she stopped him and said, “What guy?” He told her the guy that's on the stage. She asked him if its a guy that is part of the show and he told her that is just one of the guys from the audience who wants to have sex with her. So then she said, "Let me clarify this. You're telling me any guy that comes here to watch the show is going to be able to have sex with me In front of everyone else?" The manager said, "Yes, any guy who comes to the show has a chance." Ava just started glaring at me at that point. Fifth, she needs to work until closing time. The manager told her good luck and to let him know if anyone tries to hurt her. He told her that he will be close by watching to make sure that things go smoothly. Ava took her suitcase with clothes, heels, and alcohol and went back to the dressing room. The show started with the club almost empty except for two Japanese guys. The first girl was a Colombian girl and she was kind of chunky and not very attractive. She did her routine and there was not a lot of interest from the Japanese guys that were there and no one was in the front row so there was no fingering or sex. After her set, a Japanese girl came out and did her dancing and routine. She was fair and again there was not a lot of interest. During her set, some more guys came in. There were both American and Japanese guys that came in. After the Japanese girl did her show, the third dancer came out and it was about 8pm. She was a Colombian girl that had a fair body and fair beauty. She danced the fast song and then stripped naked for her second song and then did her routine of cleaning all the guys' hands on the front row. I think that this was the first time to The Stage for some of the guys since they seemed quite anxious and excited to see what they were going to do to the Colombian dancer. After cleaning everyone's hands in the front row, she took the basket to the back and then came out and sat in front of the guy on the left of the stage and laid back. He seemed apprehensive at first but the girl guided his hands and helped him to start fingering her. By the time she made it to the third guy, everyone had really gotten the hang of what they were allowed to do to her. She worked her way along the front row and it took two songs. She then got up and left the stage and one Japanese guy raised his hand and then came up on stage and had sex with her. He was pretty lame. During the sex, more guys had come in. By this time there were probably ten or fifteen guys in the club which was pretty normal from what I had seen in the past. The fourth dancer was Japanese and quite attractive. While she was dancing, the guys started really coming in. There were two groups of three servicemen and then a group of two servicemen and then another group of four servicemen. There were also a few Japanese guys but they came in one at a time. I then saw the two guys that I had talked to in the gym come in with three friends. They went straight to the front row and took the last remaining seats and seemed very happy about it. I couldn't believe this. I had never seen more than five or six Americans in the club at one time and now there were at least twenty-five or more. There was only one Japanese guy in the front row and the rest were American servicemen. I was really getting nervous for Ava. The club was normally pretty dark except for some colored lights over the stage like you would see in a normal strip club in the States. I was thinking that if the club had some kind of a spotlight it would serve to limit Ava's view of the audience so that she could not see the large crowd of Americans and also it would also give the guys in the audience a much clearer brighter view. I went and talked with the manager and asked him if he had a spotlight that he could turn on while Ava was on stage. He said that there were a few white spotlights that were mounted on the ceiling above the front edge of the stage. He said normally they don't use them because they're bright and tend to blind the dancer. I told him that I was hoping to limit Ava's view of the large audience so that she might not get so nervous and they also might prevent her from seeing who was in the back rows. So, he said that once dancer number four left the stage, he would turn them on. Right in the middle of when I was talking to the club manager, a guy came up and interrupted us and asked the manager if there was a girl dancing by the name of Ava tonight. The manager just looked at me and did not know if he were to admit it or not because I had told him it is a secret. So then the guy asked again is there a Thai girl named Ava dancing tonight? Then again, the manager looked at me and then looked back at the guy and said, "Yes, there is a Thai dancing tonight but I don't know her name." The guy looked very ecstatic about it and immediately went back and told his friends and they high-fived each other. It was like they all knew each other all of a sudden. I don't think they did, but I think they were all there for the same reason, to see Ava. As I was talking with the manager and discussing the light situation a few more groups of guys came in. There again, all servicemen. Now the club was packed and most of the guys were American military. There were now thirty to forty guys in the club. The first three rows were completely full and everyone was watching the show as girl number four was on stage dancing and doing her show. She was Japanese and she danced for two songs and then came out with a camera and was going around the stage letting guys take pictures with her. The music was loud and most guys were drinking. I was so nervous at this point because Ava was next. I figured that she was getting nervous too and I had hoped that she didn't get too drunk. I was also wondering what she was wearing but I couldn't until she came out. The Japanese girl finished her routine and everyone clapped as she left the stage. So, this was it. We had finally arrived at the time when it was Ava's turn. I couldn't wait to see how she looked and how she was dressed and IF she would even come out. An upbeat faster song came on and the manager turned on the white lights that shined down onto the circle part of the stage. I didn't realize how dim the stage was before this but now the stage was very clear and bright. After about thirty seconds Ava finally walked out from behind the side curtain. As she came out, she immediately faced the back wall and started dancing. The crowd of guys reacted with some hooting and hollering. It was obvious that this was not a Colombian girl and not a Japanese girl because of her golden-brown skin tone. The guys in the audience reacted like this is the girl they were waiting to see. The time had finally come. She was actually now on the stage. The music was loud but I do believe that Ava could hear the crowd over the music even if she did not see the crowd yet. She danced in one spot near the back wall just kind of shaking her ass to the music. She was devastatingly sexy. She wore black high heels, black thigh-high stockings, and a very sheer blue summer dress that had spaghetti straps and came down just below her butt. Her legs looked so long and you could see her golden-brown skin above the thigh-high stockings but below the dress. You could make out her black panties and bra through the sheer dress. She was wearing a Mardi Gras mask that covered her eyes, nose, and cheekbones. As she danced facing away from the crowd, her long black hair hung down to the top of her butt. The music thumped loudly but I could hear the excitement in the room. It was as if they had all just seen a celebrity. Though she had a mask on, it seemed obvious to me that it was Ava - the girl from the gym and the girl that worked at the Air Force Base store. Over the next minute, Ava continued to just face the wall and dance until finally, she turned around and faced the crowd of guys. It was obvious that she had never done this before and that she was very nervous. As the song progressed, she started dancing back and forth across the back of the T-shaped stage. She only danced down to the circle part of the stage one time and when she did, the white lights from above lit her up. You could see every color of her hair and skin as well as see her bra and panties through her dress. All eyes were riveted on her in her sexy outfit. It appeared she was getting over her first nerves. The song came to an end as she danced off the stage. If this had been all that had happened, I would have been very satisfied already. But it wasn't. My Wife At The Stage In Okinawa 1996 Part 2 My sexy Asian wife was not as incognito as she thought she was as she was fingered by the crowd. A slow song started and the room hushed up except for the music. Was she going to come out or not? To me this was the do-or-die moment. Would she come out and strip in front of everyone? I remembered back to the time when I had secretly lifted up the front of her summer dress on the dance floor in Florida exposing Ava's pussy to the onlookers and how mad she got at me. I found it hard to believe that she was possibly going to actually completely take off the same dress in front of everyone. I was completely overwhelmed with anticipation. I was quite surprised when one of the dancers brought out a small chair and placed it in the center of the circle stage and then walked off. Why the chair? After about 15 seconds Ava came out the same way she had left wearing the same outfit. She danced very slowly and deliberately across the T, down the T to the circle stage and danced around the chair a few times. While dancing she slowly reached around her back and unclasped her bra. She then pulled her bra out of the top of the front of her dress. Her firm small breasts with long nipples were easy to see through the semi-see-through dress. She danced around for a few seconds like that and then turned away from the audience and slowly bent over and took off her underwear from under her dress. Now all she had on was her dress, stockings, high heels, and mask. The white lights shone through her dress a little bit. I was so curious to see what she was going to do next. What was the chair for? She obviously had something planned. She then sat down on the chair facing the crowd and reached down to slip off her heels. Then she lifted up her dress high enough to reach the top of her thigh-high stockings. As she lifted her knee to roll the stocking down, she flashed a little of her bush for the first time. She removed the first stocking and then did the same for the second stocking. Then she put her heels back on. The only thing left for her to take off at this point was her dress and as she sat there on the small chair contemplating her next move the audience began to clap in unison cheering her on because they knew the only thing left was her dress. I don't think she completely thought her stripping process through because as she started to raise her dress over her head her mask came with it. Just as she lowered her arms, she realized that the mask was not on her face anymore. She immediately put her head down in her lap in an effort to hide her face and put the mask back on but it was definitely too late. Her face had been exposed to the crowd and it was obvious that it was Ava from the Base store and the gym. She put the mask back on and turned back toward the audience and tried to regain her composure. The crowd of guys cheered as she was taking her dress off over her head. She looked fantastic sitting there completely naked in high heels. Her body was toned and tight. Her legs were long and golden brown. Her hair was black and flowing. Her face was beautiful and exotic looking with big brown eyes looking through her mask. She had her legs together and her hands on her knees facing the center of the audience and was kind of rocking to the music. She did that for about 15 seconds and then she slowly sat back in the chair and slid her but toward the edge of the chair meanwhile sliding her hand from her knees up her legs, up her body, and clasped her hands on over her titties as her hair fell to the back. Now she sat almost flat in the chair with her legs pointed to the center of the crowd. They were straight and crossed and she was completely naked. Her small black bush was visible to all under the bright white lights. She sat there still for about 10 seconds as everyone stared at her and finally the cheering started to die down. As the music played a few guys on the right side of the stage started chanting “leg, leg, leg”. Ava looked over to her right at them as if she didn’t know what to do next. They continued chanting until Ava uncrossed her legs and kind of slid her right foot toward them and they cheered loudly. Now she had her left leg about 45 degrees to the right and pointed straight at the crowd on the right. The crowd on the left immediately caught on to what the other guys had done and then they started cheering “leg, leg, leg” as well and again, Ava looked over to her left at the guys cheering and then very reluctantly and very slowly slid her left foot in their direction as the guys in the middle of the crowd watched her legs open up exposing where her trimmed bush stopped just above her beautifully shaved pussy lips which were now clearly visible in the bright white lights. Ava laid back on the chair with her butt on the edge of the chair and her straight legs pointed 45 degrees left and right which allowed the entire crowd of guys in the center of the audience to stare at her entire exposed vagina for the first time. Although she still had her hands covering her titties, she was completely exposed from the waist down and it was fantastic. She ended up bending her knees slightly and looked as though she was trying to get comfortable as she could with her legs open wide. She moved her hands down from her titties and just rest them on her inner legs about halfway to her knees and then just sat there like she was frozen. I noticed guys from the left and the right part of the stage actually stood up from their chairs and tried to move towards the center of the stage so they could see between her legs. All eyes in the room were fixated on her. All of a sudden the circle stage started to slowly rotate. I looked back at the manager and he gave me the thumbs up as if to say he started turning the stage. The stage slowly rotated two complete times which gave every guy in the room a clear view of her sitting back in her chair her heels on the floor and her legs spread as wide as they would go. Ava didn't move from that position for the rest of the song which was about two minutes. As the song ended, she stood up and walked off the stage carrying the small chair. The audience gave a roaring applause and then started clapping in unison again. Up to this point, Ava's experience was typical of a stripper you might see in the United States. A girl dances around and then strips off all her clothes letting everyone see her naked. But what Ava was going to have to do next was anything but typical in the United States. I was so curious to know how it was going to go. From the way the audience reacted to her stripping I thought that this might really get crazy. I don't think the audience knew if that was the end of her performance or not. They knew the routines and differences of the Colombian and Japanese dancers but Ava was not Colombian nor Japanese but she did dance in the Colombian rotation of girls. Unlike the crowd of guys, I knew that she was supposed to come out now and wash all of the guy’s hands on the front row in preparation to get fingered. It appeared that the guys all seemed to have their attention on the stage in hopes that Ava would come back out onto the stage holding a washing basket. The music played for a minute while there was no one on stage. The audience was talking among themselves about what they had just seen. The manager had turned off the white lights on the stage and then Ava finally came out from behind the stage and she was holding the washing basket and wearing her blue dress again. You could see that she had not put on her underwear or bra. The audience immediately cheered and Ava just smiled and shook her head back and forth as she approached the man sitting at the very left side of the stage. She got down on her knees so that she could be down at his level and motioned for him to give her his hands. The guy put up his hands and she washed them. Then she went to the next guy and did the same thing. As she got to the third guy, I noticed most of the guys in the second row pushed their way up to the front row. As that happened, other guys in the back and in the other rows saw the other guys move up to the stage and they also started to try and squeeze their way toward the stage. The next thing I knew most of the guys in the club were squeezed in around the stage and instead of sitting, most everyone was standing. It actually took Ava three songs to wash everyone's hands and then she walked off the stage carrying the basket. By this time, I was overflowing with anticipation. I couldn't sit in my chair on the right side of the audience and watch from a distance. I got up and walked over to the left side of the audience where I thought that if Ava came out, she would sit on the edge of the stage. I stood about where the third row might be if everyone was sitting down at the same time when Ava came out. When she did come out, she was completely naked except for her heels and mask and she was carrying a tall glass that appeared to be filled with water. She then walked over to the far-left side of the stage and sat down near the edge in front of the first guy. She placed her feet on either side of the man resting her heels on the bar which was slightly lower than the stage and then took the glass of water and poured a little bit of it on her pussy. She then laid back with her hands over her head and then opened her legs about halfway. At first, the guy just stared directly at her pussy in front of him. Then he reached up and pushed her legs apart until they were completely spread open. He reached up and stroked the inside of her thighs and seemed to just be polite. He gently touched her pussy and rubbed it a little bit. The guy to his right watched and there were two or three guys behind watching as well. After a little while, Ava got up and moved to the next guy. She sat down in front of him again in the same fashion as the first, poured a little water on her groin, laid back, put her hands over her head and let her legs fall open. While she was doing that I turned around and motioned to the manager who was watching the show to turn on the stage lights. He saw me and gave me the "good idea" gesture and turned them on. The entire scene changed when he turned on the lights because Ava's body lit up completely. It was now bright enough to see because Ava was basically lying directly under white lights. You could clearly see every little detail and color of her skin and her completely shaved labia. This all happened at the same time the second guy reached up and put both his hands on her tits and then he slid his hands down to her thighs, feeling all of her body. He then lifted her knees all the way up and then rotated her knees all the way out. He slid his right hand down the back of her leg and slowly slid two fingers into her pussy as far as they would go. You could see her arch her back as if it might have been slightly painful. He continued to move them in and out for the entire time. When she sat up, she actually had to pull the man's hand back and his fingers out of her so that she could move to the next guy. It really must have been a sight for all the guys who knew her as the sexy Asian chick from the gym and Base store who was always looking sexy but fully clothed and was now lying naked and spread open and getting fingered by any guy in the club who wanted to feel her insides. I thought to myself at this point this is going to take a long time because there are a lot of guys pushed up against the stage waiting to take their turn. I realized that as she was getting fingered by one guy there were two or three guys on each side watching and also guys behind watching. So probably ten guys were watching one guy finger her and waiting for their turn. I moved along the 3rd row a little In order to get a good view of Ava laying there spread open getting fingered. I know that she had thought that her stripping at this stage was my birthday present all I could think of at this point was that she was everyone’s present. The third guy did something different that the first two did not do. As Ava laid back in front of him spreading her legs, he picked up her left foot and gave it to his partner on his right and then took her right foot and gave it to his partner on his left having them hold her feet high in the air while spreading her open. He then reached up with both hands and spread her pussy lips wide open and just held it open. What a sight! There was a guy spreading the lips of my wife's vagina as wide open as they would go with two guys holding up her feet while everyone in the club watched. It was so bright and so pink in the bright spotlights. You could actually see her squeeze and release and squeeze and release the inside of her vagina. She just laid there with her hands over her head staring at the ceiling. I thought to myself about how mad she got with me just exposing her bush on a dark dance floor for thirty seconds back in Florida and now there were about forty guys staring at her pink pussy lips being spread wide open and she was going to be fingered by all of them. She must have been really regretting agreeing to strip at The Stage because stripping was the easiest part of her time on stage. After some time she motioned to have her legs down and then she moved to the next guy and this must have been a great idea because most of the rest of the guys did the same thing with her feet having the guys on either side hold her feet up as they took their turn. Some guys fingered her deep and some guys tried to get really close with their faces. The most popular thing they did to her was to finger her deep and then spread her lips open and hold them open until she made them stop. I continued to move along the third row but I went a little ahead of Ava because I wanted to hear what the guys in the audience were saying before they got a chance to finger her. I overheard one of the guys bragging to the guys around him. He was telling them how he planned on spreading her vagina wider and longer than anyone else had. He said, “I don't want to just spread her lips open, I want to see if she can handle me pulling her vagina open with both hands.” I wondered how Ava was going to handle this. She had surpassed everything that I thought she would and could do up to this point, so I figured I would just wait and see. I stayed about five feet behind the guy as I and everyone who had heard him say this eagerly waited. All of us watched as she straddled the guy to the left of the bragger and was fingered for about thirty seconds. She then got up and moved unknowingly in front of the bragger. She straddled him and laid back with her hands over her head as she had with all of the other guys and just like the other guys had, the bragger had the guys on either side of him hold her legs wide open and raised up a bit. Without hesitating, he reached up and slid the first two fingers on each of his hands completely into her and stretched her vagina open to the max. I had never seen her vagina open so far. The bragger, me, and everyone around us were seeing her vagina gaping open. Ava immediately lifted her head up with big eyes behind her mask to see what was going on. I even heard her whimper a little. I thought there's no way she's going to let this continue but as the seconds kept passing by and she lay there under the bright lights with her vagina stretched open, it looked as if she might not know how to move on. It got to look as if she was going to wait for the guy to finish and release the spreading pressure he was putting on her. Finally, after over a minute, I yelled out “Come on man let her go!” and he finally slid his fingers out. When she got up it looked as though she gave him a dirty look and then moved onto the next guy. One guy actually asked her to get down on her knees in a doggy-style position with her butt toward him and then he fingered her like that. She did use the water on herself before every guy fingered her. I wish this would have taken place in today's era where everyone has a cell phone and there could be some video footage of it but back in the 90s it was not really possible to sneak a video camera into a club. I couldn't believe how long it took for her to finish getting fingered. It only took the Colombian girl two songs to get fingered by all the guys that wanted to. Ava was now on her 6th song and she still wasn't to the right side of the stage. There were still a few guys left. By the time she made it to the last guy she was sweating and she looked like she had had enough. She then stood up and walked off stage and everyone gave her a standing ovation for a long time. The manager came out on stage with a microphone and tried to calm everyone down. He said, "I don't think we've ever had as much audience participation as we just did for Ava. I guess you guys really liked her. Well, now who wants to get up on stage here in front of everyone and fuck her?" I don't know how many guys raised their hand but it was quite a few. The manager brought out a dice and all of the guys who raised their hands rolled dice against the other until there was a winner. The winner had turned out to be from one of the first groups of guys to arrive that evening. He was a thirty-ish white guy who was clearly in the Air Force. He seemed very happy to be the winner. He got up on stage, took off all his clothes, and sat there in the middle of the stage, naked, covering up his stuff. Ava walked out from the back in her heels and mask and went over and sat next to him. She laid him down and then reached down and grabbed his dick and began to swing it back and forth in an attempt to make it hard. After a little while it finally got hard enough that she could put the condom on him. She then straddled him and sat on his dick and started to ride him while she was on her knees. She leaned forward over him and her hair was brushing his chest as they were face to face. At one point he pulled her down and squeezed her tits against him. They stayed in that position for only about two minutes as the stage rotated. As they were facing away from the audience, you could see actual penetration. Ava then got up and laid down on her back with her head on the far side of the circle and her feet pointed at the audience. It looked to me like she was trying to get as far away from the audience as possible. The guy on stage went over and got between her legs and started fucking her in a missionary position with her legs in the air. The manager went and turned on the stage rotation again. She wasn't going to be able to get away from the audience this time. The stage rotated slowly and Ava's head was at the edge of the circle so as her head got over on the side of the audience, it was right on the edge of the front row. Her face was basically right under the guys in the front row and they were looking straight down into her eyes as she was getting fucked. It was crazy to watch as her face passed close to each guy in the front row. At different times the guy really started pounding his dick in her and really letting her have it in that missionary position. After the stage rotated around about two times like that the man stopped and motioned her to get up on her knees. He then proceeded to fuck her in a doggy-style position. She was on her hands and knees with her legs open. After that, he pulled her towards him and he laid back until she was in a sitting position on him facing away from him. She put her feet on the floor and leaned back a little bit. Her legs were open and the stage was rotating around and you could clearly see his dick going in and out of her from under her and her tits were bouncing. He continued to pound up at her until he was going to orgasm. I thought she would have jumped off him at that point and let him finish himself but that is not what she did. She took control of the situation and right at the point when he was going to cum, she went from leaning backward to leaning forward and put her hands on his ankles, never taking his dick out, and continued to hold his dick as deep into her as she could. As he was cumming she just held him deep. After he was finished, she was still on top of him in control. She started to slowly rise up and down on his dick slowly bringing it in and out of her pussy. She did that for a few times and then finally stood up, took a bow, and walked off the stage. The guys in the audience looked like they were in shock. There was a silent pause before a roaring applause. This was probably something they would never forget. A night to remember forever. After Ava was off the stage about half of the guys in the club got up to leave. They had seen what they came to see. Or at least that's what I thought until I overheard some of them saying that they were going to call their friends to get over there as fast as they could for her next rotation. I hadn't really thought about it until then but she was supposed to work all night until the club closed. She would have to do this all over again and depending on time maybe even a third time. Without trying to drag this story out too long I will summarize the rest of the night. I stayed and watched as the Japanese girls number six, two, and four did their routine in each one took about twenty minutes. Colombian girls number one and three took about thirty to forty minutes each because of the fingering and sex but there was definitely not the audience participation as when Ava was on stage. After the Japanese dancer number four completed her routine it was Ava's turn again. By this time the bar was packed again and half of the audience looked like they were new and quite excited. This time Ava came out in a short pleated skirt, stockings with black heels again, and a white button-up shirt. She looked a lot less nervous and danced pretty well to her first song. She brought the chair out again for her second song and repeated the same thing she did in the first set. Everything else that happened during this rotation was pretty much the same as the first rotation. Everybody in the club gathered to the front of the stage to get their chance to finger her. She was a real trooper. During this rotation I counted the number of songs that went by as she was getting fingered and it was eight songs. If each guy fingered her for thirty seconds and it took her thirty seconds to move between the guys and each song was five minutes long then she would have been fingered by about forty guys which looked to me to be about right. I didn't count them specifically but it looked like thirty or forty guys. On the second rotation, there were also many hands raised to fuck her. This time the winner was an older guy. He was probably in his 40s and maybe even 50s. He was slightly overweight and chunky with pale skin and not a handsome guy at all. I found this to be incredible luck for him because I know my wife is attracted to handsome strong slender young guys. She would never in a million years give this guy the opportunity and yet here he was going to fuck her. She walked out from the back wearing nothing but her heels and her mask. The guy was laying on the stage waiting and he was already hard. She squatted down and put the condom on him and then went back to the back side of the circle and laid down on her back and spread her legs. She motioned to him to come over and he did. I tried to imagine how he was feeling. Here he was an older, overweight, not handsome guy approaching a beautiful, sexy, tanned girl who was half his age and laying there with her legs spread open waiting for him to put his dick in and fuck her. Well, he did. He thrust himself into her for about a minute and then he was done. That was the end of him. She got up, took a bow, and walked off the stage for the last time. As it was about an hour before closing time, I knew she would not have to get on stage anymore. I went and talked with the manager and asked him what he thought about the night. He told me that he had never seen an audience participate with so much enthusiasm and they had not had a crowd that large in years. He said that anytime she wants to come back, if she ever wants to come back to do it again, just give him a call. I told him this was a one-time thing and don't think that it will ever happen again. He said that he was just as excited as anyone else to see her naked on the stage and overwhelmed when she was laying on the stage spread open under the white lights. Ava stayed at the back until the club was closed. When she finally came out she went to go straight for the exit door and as she passed by the manager, he thanked her for coming and that she was incredible. We left the club and walked over and got into our car. We both just sat there contemplating everything that had just happened. I didn't know how Ava was going to react to it all. She turned to me with a confused look and asked me how there possibly could have been so many American military guys there? She said that she could not really see past the stage too much while the bright lights were on her until she was right in front of a guy. She said that as going around the stage and washing the guy’s hands one by one, she kept recognizing guys from the base gym, base store, and other gyms on the island. She was perplexed and wondered how could most of the guys that were there in the audience be guys that she sees regularly at the gyms or around the bases. She said that she kept thinking that all of these guys in the club had just seen her strip naked and sit on a chair with her legs spread open and now she is going to have to let each one of these guys finger her. She asked me if I could tell from where I was at if anyone knew that it was her. I told her that everyone in the club knew it was her. She looked at me with intensity and asked me how I could tell that the guys knew it was her. I told her that I heard guys talking to other guys about her and I kept hearing the name Ava and it was like most of the guys that were there were talking about her. I told her that what was even crazier than that was that after she had finished her first set, I had heard a few guys in the audience say that they were going to call their friends to get there for your second set. She said that it makes sense now. I asked her what she was talking about. She said that during her first set she had recognized about half of the guys that she saw and she was hoping that those guys would leave without new ones coming in for her second set but what happened was that most of the guys that were there for her first set were also there for her second set and that all of the guys that were new there for her second set were from either from the Base gym and Base store. She said that she wasn’t counting but it seemed like there were about ten or fifteen more guys there for her second set than the first set. I asked her if she was nervous the entire time. She said she was super nervous until the very moment the second guy that she straddled fingered her. She said "I don't know but my nervousness just went away and it was so erotic to just be completely helpless to any guy who wanted to touch me. I knew they were not allowed to hurt me but I have to say there were a few guys that really spread my pussy wide open. In fact, there was one guy that not only spread my lips open but he reached in deep and literally pulled my vagina open with both hands. I told her that I knew what guy she was talking about and yes everyone around him could see down inside her vagina as he held it open for the entire time. She said she wondered if he was ever going to stop. He just held it open forever and I didn't know how to stop him. It must have been at least a minute or more. I asked her how she felt down there and she said that after she left The Stage she was very sensitive and sore. Over the next few weeks, Ava would talk about the experience from time to time. She told me that there were many times that a guy would give her a gesture or ask her if she had been to Naha City lately. Of course, she did not admit anything to anyone.

Mandy's Dissolving Bikini By Hooked6   Early in October of this year I had the occasion to travel back to Florida on business. I took along a good friend of mine, Mandy (not her real name). She loves the beach and the weather was terrible where we live and the forecast in Florida was hot and sunny.     About a week before we were supposed to leave I saw this YouTube “how to” clip on how to make a dissolving bikini. Now Mandy and I have engaged in several pranks on each other since we’ve have been seeing each other so I thought this would be a perfect thing to try as we would be many hundred miles from home where few people are likely to recognize us.    The YouTube link is below. I would encourage you to watch this BEFORE reading further so as to make my story a bit more understandable.     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cV0esyopY_Q    I am posting my account of what happened first and then, with Mandy’s permission, I am posting a copy of the letter she wrote to her girlfriend in Canada immediately after returning home about what happened so you can get her take on what happened. Truth be told MANDY’S LETTER is WAY more interesting. I just LOVE the way she writes so don’t skip that part if you found my account boring. You’ll be sorry if you do.    I must say before preceding that, again, this is a totally true story and unlike my fictional stories, things don’t always work out EXACTLY the way you envision them when you are planning things out ahead of time. You’ll see what I mean as you read along.    MANDY’S DISSOLVING BIKINI    It worked like a charm just like before. I went to a fabric store in and picked up two spools of Solvy stabilizing thread. You can order this off the Internet or it is available usually at most fabric and sewing type stores. (Google it) The thread is designed to be water soluble – that is it dissolves slowly in water. It is used to make size changes and because the thread dissolves it is easier to remove if the size is wrong. After the resizing is deemed perfect they use real thread to make the seams and then wash it and the dissolving thread goes away leaving a clean look.  It is PERFECT for making disappearing Bikinis though as you probably saw in the video link I sent on YouTube.    Since I don’t sew at all, I got a lady friend of mine to do it. First I took all the threads from any seam I could find off. I had to use a small pair of scissors and take my time but eventually I got them all out. I gave the pieces to this older lady who sews and well basically fibbed to her saying that this was a favorite suit of a girlfriend of mine but that it had frayed at the seams and she wanted it re-sewn together. She may have known what I was up to or maybe not, but if she did she didn’t say anything. I told her to use the thread that I gave her to re-stitch the seams.    It came out perfect. She was a jewel too because she did it with only a day’s notice. I offered to pay her but she refused. I’ll make it up to her some other way later.    After my working day I took Mandy to dinner at what is called ChannelSide in Tampa. It is where all the cruise ships dock. They have many bars and restaurants there as well as little shops. It is right on the water so as the sun goes down, as it did when we were there, the view across the water is usually spectacular- which is why I wanted to take Mandy there for dinner. There weren’t many clouds that day so the sunset wasn’t as beautiful as it could have been but it was nice – red and yellow pastel hues growing brighter with time then turning to darker shades of the same color as the sun disappeared into darkness – all while we sat outside eating our dinner looking out across the bay. When the lights came on all the tall buildings in downtown Tampa, which is also on the water, it was really nice. I think Mandy liked it. When Mandy is really into something she gets really quiet and has this wonderful smile that I just can’t describe. It’s as if she is just overwhelmed by whatever is going on and is soaking it up and doesn’t want to spoil it by talking. What a wonderful quality!    After a leisurely dinner we headed for St. Pete which is about a half hour drive across rather long bridges. St. Pete is a peninsula on a peninsula and its beaches are fabulous! Not the best in Florida but really nice. I prefer the Gulf of Mexico side to the Atlantic Ocean side of Florida on the east coast because the water is calmer – not as many huge waves, and the water is usually pretty warm all year long – even in the winter it is 10 to 15 degrees warmer than the Atlantic. Since my plan was for Mandy to swim, warm water suited things best.    I had made reservations at the Don Cesar hotel right on the beach. It is a multi-story pink building and the rooms are really delightful and the lobby quite historic-looking. The staff really spoils the guests there too making them feel like royalty and Mandy surely deserves the royal treatment I think.  We walked on the beach after checking in and after walking about 2 or three miles I was getting tired. I had had a long day with lots of tedious meetings and plenty of driving. Mandy on the other hand, well, I think she could have walked on that beach all night and watched the sun come up and not missed a beat! I continued to walk with her for some time longer and then convinced her to head on back.    The next day Mandy was already up. I think she was letting me sleep and I appreciated that as I was given out. When I finally did get up and showered we had breakfast outside at the hotel restaurant. The morning couldn’t have been better. It was warm with low humidity and a very gentle breeze. Megan was quiet again with that telltale smile so I know she was enjoying herself.    Back in the room Mandy wanted sunscreen. Sensible girl and I had not thought of that. She made me go and buy some and had me put it on her. Well, actually she put it on me first and I really liked that so I returned the favor.  I held my breath as she put on the bikini. First I wasn’t sure it was even going to fit. I had taken (okay borrowed without permission) a bikini from her chest of drawers and took it with me to the store to make sure I got the same size. Still I wasn’t sure if the bikini I stole (I mean borrowed) even fit her any more as I hadn’t even seen her wear it.  The good news was that it fit like a glove. She even liked the colors too. My second fear was that the stitches wouldn’t hold as she put it on but they held like a charm. The third fear was the wetness from the sun screen would cause the thread to start to dissolve for I made sure that I really rubbed it in good teasing her sensitive areas playfully to keep her interest while making sure her skin was dry.     We packed up and checked out. I almost thought I screwed up when I told Mandy we weren’t swimming at the hotel. I could tell she really wanted to and was, how can I put this delicately, she was pissed that I was delaying her fun and made no secret about it. The reason I didn’t want to swim at the hotel was that the beach was way too crowded and I didn’t want Mandy to freak out after her suit failed because of all the people.  The place I wanted to take her to was a state park, Fort Desoto, and was really pretty without any development like hotels, condos or businesses for miles!     When we got there Mandy was most pleased and I think agreed with me that this was a better place. She took a bunch of photos of the sand and water and then put her camera back into the truck. We walked the beach wadding in the water some distance as she looked for shells. Finally we got to the ferry boat to Egmont Key which is a bird sanctuary across the water from Fort Desoto Park. You can only get there by ferry, unless you’re a really good swimmer and there’s usually not many people there – even less than at the park. The key even has a working lighthouse which clinched it for her when she heard that.    After arriving on the key I wanted to hurry up and get her in the water but SHE wanted to tour the lighthouse. Geesh, women! At first she was pissed because I was making her wait and now she wanted to wait while I wanted to swim! Go figure (playful grin!)    When I finally got her in the water I knew I didn’t have much time before things unraveled – maybe 5 to 10 minutes  If Mandy was just standing in the water she’d know right away what was happening and could catch her bikini pieces, or worse yet, run back on shore while the suit was still clinging and cover up with a towel.  I was trying to think of a way to engage her to move around a lot when I spotted this large patch of seaweed floating off shore. I challenged her to a swim race and goaded her on saying that she could never beat me and that I would even give her a head start as I was so confident that I was faster. That worked too because she was really ready to race then. I yelled “go” and off she went heading towards the seaweed as I headed back to shore and onto the beach. I was hoping that all that moving around would hasten the suit to fall apart and that she would be so distracted that she wouldn’t notice. When he reached the seaweed and turned around she stopped and looked like she was mad at me for not racing. She didn’t have the expected “OMG MY SUIT IS GONE” look. I was thinking of plan B when I finally spotted the sudden change in her expression from anger to panic look and it was priceless even all the way from the shore!!!    There were people on the beach too and a couple – young college kids, began talking with me as Mandy yelled out after me. I ignored her and she called again. The girl pointed out to me that my friend was trying to get my attention. I laughed and said I knew that but was ignoring her on purpose because she was naked! At first they didn’t believe me or didn’t believe I was talking about the same girl she was talking about so I pointed out Mandy to them and they both laughed. When Mandy asked for a towel they got really hysterical – they knew then that I was telling the truth.    They teased her; I teased her, and in the process three more girls came up and all messed with her – especially this short-hair blonde chick. She was really getting into it!    I insisted Mandy come get her own towel. Of course I was just messing with her and I never in a million years thought she would actually get out of the water and get it herself naked as she was. I figured I’d tease her just a little while longer and then go to her rescue. But she did! She actually crept closer to shore and then stood up and walked out of the water in her birthday suit!!!!! I was so proud of her as that was the bravest thing I think she has ever done!     Then the blonde girl snatched the towel away just as my friend was reaching for it and began playing a game of keep the towel away from the naked slut! Those were their words not mine as I would never refer to my slutty friend as a” slut.”  (I crack me up sometimes).    I let this go on for a while and I must say the view of Mandy’s nude body jumping for the towel and dashing here and there was awesome!! She had to reach for the towel and each time she did, she either exposed her boobs or her pussy to anyone who happened to be looking and I was looking pretty hard!!    I was went over and finally asked the girl to give my friend back her towel, I could have gone over and picked up my towel to give to her but I was afraid they would only keep on picking on her so I wanted THEM to end it- not me. They accused Mandy of skinny dipping  so if she was brave enough to swim naked she should be brave enough to walk the beach naked. They were teasing, I think, but Mandy didn’t think so. I had to explain that it wasn’t her fault and stupidly admitted what I had done with the dissolving bikini. THAT WAS A MISTAKE! Not only did the girls not think it was funny but for the first time Mandy knew she had been set up by me – and after I had made such a point of saying we weren’t going to play on this trip!!! I was busted big time!    I was worried that Mandy was pissed at me but I saw her smiling, then I realized that everyone was smiling and they were mischievous smiles too. The blonde girl took one step towards me and I knew I was in for it so I ran. A guy in the red shorts caught me and held me while the girls pantsed me. To make matters worse I was hard and they kidded me about that and for being shaved. Then this girl in the red shirt wanted to show me off to somebody named Brooke. Her boyfriend pushed me along as she kept yelling for this Brooke person. Of course that attracted a lot of attention – unwanted attention.  And more people gathered around and heard the story of what I had done and things got pretty ugly as far as insults go.    To my surprise though, Mandy was still naked!!! She could have covered up. I am sure of it as her towel was on the beach, but she didn’t. Instead She followed this group around using only her hands to cover her boobs and pelvis and she wasn’t doing a very good job of that either. I think she as doing it just enough to make it look like she was trying to be modest but her hand slipped away numerous times showing what she had to the guys and girls! One girl in particular really seemed to like seeing my friend naked as all she did was look at her.    Finally someone said the boat was coming back and they left us alone. I took Mandy back to our towels which mercifully were still there. My suit was gone though. I had no idea where it was. I still wanted to take Mandy to Busch Gardens back in Tampa, so I suggested that we might better leave too and we had to both ride the ferry back in just our towels. We showered at the park and got dressed and headed back to Tampa.    MANDY’S LETTER   Ashley:    You knew all the time!!!!!!   I just re-read your letter before my trip and the one you sent while I was at the hotel!! You rascal you!  I’m so glad you didn’t let on. I had absolutely no clue!!! If you told me ahead of time I think it would have ruined the surprise. I LOVED IT!!!!!!      K             I’m getting ahead of myself. I promised you guys a full report so I guess I had better tell you what happened from the beginning. Some of it might seem pretty boring but maybe it will take your mind off things Ash so here goes.      It was a quick trip. We had to drive as Tom (Hooked’s note – Tom is NOT my real name), said I waited too long to tell him I wanted to go so it was too expensive to fly so we left on Wednesday night and drove to south Georgia where we stayed the night. Pretty routine and we got up early the next morning to get to Tampa in time for his meetings.     Okay, now for the good stuff (Tom wants me to hurry up as he wants to check his mail too. He said he wrote you earlier and wants to see if you wrote back). I bopped him one and told him he needed to chill     It's MY LAPTOP so he'll have to wait!!!       After work we ate dinner in Tampa at a place called Channelside and then he drove us to St. Pete beach. Ash, I'm staying in this really swanky, old pink hotel. I LOVE IT!!! It’s so fancy and it is right on the beach!! I can walk right out of the lobby and I'm on the beach!!!!! It's called the Don Cesar if you want to look it up. It is supposed to be 88 degrees tomorrow so I can't wait to go for a swim. Tom bought be a swim suit too!! He said it was a surprise, a present for finishing my poetry class. Wasn't that sweet!!! I haven't tried it on yet but I think it will fit.  I didn't bring a suit cause I didn't think we'd be on the beach like we are and this being a working trip for him and all I figured we'd be in town most of the time.        After Tom checks his mail we are going to take a walk on the beach before going to bed.. The beach seems to go on forever!! It's so pretty!!!!       Oh I can't wait for tomorrow. I sure hope I don't get sunburned. I burn pretty easy  too. I need to get some sunscreen for sure!!! Maybe I can get Tom to rub it on ALL OVER!!!!!  Hmmmmmm, I'll work on that. Just cause he said we weren't "playing" this trip doesn't mean I can have a little fun, right? Damn I'm such a tease.     Mandy      So you are caught up now.     The walk on the beach was awesome! The smell of the ocean was unbelievably good. We walked for about an hour up and down the beach side. The lights at night were really romantic and the sound of the waves lapping up on shore was nothing like I had ever heard before. I could have stayed there all night! As you guys know I haven’t traveled out of my home town except for the places Tom has taken me so this was really special for me. I always wanted to see the ocean. K                I just remembered Tom kept correcting me. It’s the Gulf of Mexico not the ocean. Well . . .  isn’t that part of the Atlantic Ocean?? Gee, maybe it isn’t, I don’t know. I just stopped writing and looked it up on a map and I can’t tell. I suck at geography so who knows? Anyway it was pretty.     Tom had Friday off and we were going to spend the day together. I was so excited I was up at the crack of dawn. I saw the sun come up. Our room faced the ocean            K              the gulf and I stood on our balcony and was mesmerized by the waves.  How on earth Tom could sleep though that I’ll never know. Course he did all the driving and he did have to work so I guess he deserved to sleep.     Anyways we ate breakfast outside near the pool – hell yeah they had a pool too!!! I was so glad Tom got me that swimsuit. I didn’t want to hurry through breakfast though as I was having waaaaayyy too much fun taking it all in. Btw, that fruit cup thing they did in a bowl made out of cantaloupe melon rocked and that fresh squeezed Florida orange juice was sweet!! I know it was fresh squeezed cause the guy did it right at our table!! He even asked if I wanted pulp or no pulp. I took the pulp cause that’s what Tom did and I loved it!!  I don’t know how he would have done it if I asked for no pulp.    Back in the room Tom said for me to change into my swimsuit. I smiled and told him playfully that I didn’t want to burn and asked him if he’d mind putting sunscreen on me. Well he said he didn’t have any. MEN!!!!  Anyway I sweetened the deal by saying that if he would go down to the hotel store and buy some for us I’d put it on him if he’d agree to do me                    put sunscreen on I mean           Gee I WISH he’d do me that way!!!!         Well that did it. He was out the door in a flash and back in no time. Yeah I had to do him first but I didn’t mind. I was sure to tease him terribly so he’d get the idea and do that to me when it was my turn. He stripped naked and he was already hard! I slowly rubbed the lotion everywhere          yep even on his cock and balls!  I was careful though not to get him off as he said we weren’t going to play this trip, still there was no harm in having a little fun was there?       He apparently got the hint cause he took an extra long time rubbing it on me. GAWD it felt so good lying there on the bed naked getting a very sensual massage from him. I almost lost it when he did my boobs!  He made extra sure the lotion was dry to touch on my skin before he let me put my swimsuit on. The suit fit really good and I was surprised he got my size right after that dress fiasco in Chattanooga where my choices were either too big or too little. I figured he must have spent a little more time making this purchase. Fast learner, huh? We had to check out of the hotel by noon and it was getting close to that time. Tom changed into his suit and then we packed up and checked out. I was looking forward to my swim! It was like in the upper 80’s already. We haven’t had temperatures that warm back home for some time now!       After we checked out Tom said we weren’t going to swim at the hotel. K          I was like totally confused. He said there was a better place that he wanted to take me to that was not too far away. It was a state park called Fort Desoto. He said it was named after the fort that the Spanish Explorer Hernando Desoto built like several hundred years ago, Guess What? That fort is still there!!!  The park is realty big and it’s was free to get in. The beaches ran Tom said for miles and there wasn’t a hotel or townhouse in sight. It was like really unspoiled. The beach there was really neat. They had shower facilities and places to change back into street clothes later as that was important he said cause he had someplace special to take me later that day after we were done swimming.      We left everything in his vehicle except for two towels. We toured the fort in our swim suits and walked the beach for quite a ways. Though it was really pretty I was ready to swim but Jim said not yet! We walked to a long fishing peer and at the end was a small ferry boat that Tom said we were going to take. K   I was like all for a boat ride but I really wanted to swim! The water was this really cool emerald green and it was like calling my name  Mandy                  MANDY!!!   (NOT her real name)      Tom could tell I was getting antsy so he pointed to this island not too far away that had a lighthouse on it. He said we were going to swim there. He called it Egmont Key          not sure if I spelled that right. It was a bird sanctuary and he said the key was only accessible by boat and that I would really like the beach there. K     I felt better and enjoyed the short ride over.       Naturally I HAD to check out the lighthouse first. Naturally Tom gave me a hard time after I nagged him about wanting to swim. But I had never seen a lighthouse before. It wasn’t like the lighthouses I had seen in picture books but it was the only one I had ever seen up close. It was on too so I got to see the light thingy going round and round.       Tom took me around the beach and to my surprise it was kinda crowded, not bad, but I didn’t think there would be anybody there as it was so hard to get to. I think Tom was a bit surprised too. I think he took me over there so we could get away from the people at the fort but there were several groups of college kids sunning themselves or walking the beach. It was beautiful so I could see why people liked it. I talked to a couple and they said they were from Ohio and they were on Fall break. I didn’t know colleges had fall breaks. Anyway we found a nice spot and we went for a swim. To my surprise the water was WARM! Tom said the water was always warm in the gulf. That’s why the hurricanes got so bad when they entered the Gulf because the warm water made the storms bigger or something. Anyway it was like being in a hot tub sort of. It was very refreshing. He spotted a patch of sea weed about maybe 20 yards out from shore floating on the water and challenged me to a race. Well, he didn’t have to ask me twice. I wasn’t about to let him beat me at anything. He yelled, “On your mark                    get set                       GO!” we both took off              or at least I thought we both took off. All I know is I swam out to the seaweed patch and when I turned around to head back he wasn’t anywhere around. I looked up and he was standing on the beach!  I was like all confident that he quit after he saw how fast I was swimming and had decided to give it up. Boy was I going to give him heck for that! Then as I was treading water for a moment thinking about what I was going to say to him, I felt weird! I looked down and            my top was gone!! I mean I had lost my fucking top! I couldn’t understand how that could of happened. I mean I didn’t feel the clasps coming undone. Then I saw my bottoms split apart. Yeah, spilt apart!  The whole thing just like went plooey!  I grabbed for a piece and all I got was the crotch part, the front and back just sank like a rock and disappeared! I was in shock. I yelled, and I know I YELLED “what the fuck!”  Holy shit the suit was so damn cheap it like fell apart!!! Man was I pissed. Damn cheap stuff made in China or someplace wasn’t worth the money he paid for it.       HELLOOOOOO I suddenly realized I was like NAKED!!! Like off an island that we had to get to by a fricken boat!!!  I started to panic and wondered how in the hell I was going to get out of this. Now you gotta realize that the water was like clear green so staying under water wasn’t much help! I could see my body clearly all the way to my toes! All I could do was make a lot of waves and the bouncing light from the sun helped but not a lot. I called to Tom figuring maybe I could get him to swim out with a towel or something. At that point I didn’t care if the towel was soaking wet by the time he got to me, at least it would be some cover. I wasn’t going to yell out that I was naked but I was hoping that I could tell him to just bring me a towel without raising too much attention. I called his name again and that’s when I noticed he was laughing and pointing at me.  CRAP! It suddenly occurred to me that he somehow planned this. I didn’t know how he did it but he MUST have!        It’s funny but at that very instant when I realized that he was in control and that he set this all up somehow, I got calm and yeah                 horny.  I mean I really really really was getting into it!  Then I saw him talking to a guy and a girl pointing at me!!! I was sure he was telling them I was stuck out there. I mean if he hadn’t set this whole thing up there would be no way he’d know I was naked like I was. Why else would he be talking to them?      I yelled out for him to bring me a towel but he just yelled back that I was to come and get it myself. Okay, he was messing with my head again so I was going to play along. I slowly swam closer and stopped yelling again for my towel. He beckoned me with his finger to come and get it. He then pointed to it on the sand.  “TOM . . . please!” I said but I was laughing as I said it so I’m sure he didn’t take me seriously. I crept closer and my feet were now touching bottom but the water was still up to my neck. I was moving my hands like crazy to stir up the water.        “TOM! “ I pleaded again trying not to laugh and hoping to sound pouty,   “Come on                         bring me my towel.”      “Why?” he yelled back.  A few more girls came over to join him looking at me. Now there were 4 girls and one guy watching me and they were all smiling.      “CAUSE” I yelled back. “I need a towel!”      One of the girls yelled out at the top of her lungs laughing wickedly, “ARE YOU NAKED?”       “YEAH!  ARE YOU?” another chimed in causing the guy standing there to whistle.      “Well?” Tom called out.      I answered back, “YES DAMN IT, now bring me a fucking towel!”  Okay, I was laughing as bad as the others because I knew he was just messing with me and any minute would wade out and hand me a towel,      “What happened to your suit? You had one when you started swimming?” he asked.      “I don’t know! It fell apart or something.”      The girls laughed and one of them said, ”Yeah, right! You were skinny dippin and got caught!”      “NO I WASN”T!”       This went on for a few minutes with the girls messing around teasing me to come and get my towel if I wanted it that bad. Tom just stood there.      Well, I’m gonna shock you by sayin this, but my mind like went into Wierdville and I began thinking of how cool it would be to just walk out of the water naked and just flash everybody as I got my towel. The more I thought about it, the more excited I got and the faster my heart pounded. There was only 4 girls, yeah and this one really cute guy. I looked around on the shore and although there were people not far away they all seemed preoccupied with whatever they were doing to notice what was going on with me but if the girls kept shouting at me it wouldn’t be that way for long.       I don’t know how I did it. Even now just writing about it I’m like soaking wet!! I started walking towards shore and even stood up out of the water bold as brass when it was too shallow for it to cover me. Of course I wasn’t THAT brave not to cover the good bits with my hands as I made my way to shore but I did it nonetheless. I walked right up as they were all laughing at me and nobody was going to hand me my towel so I bent over to pick it up and that blonde bitch snatched it away just as I was about to pick it up and ran a few steps away from me holding it out taunting me to come and get it. The others were really laughing now. We girls can be so mean to our own kind sometimes, you know? Two other of the girls decided to play keep away with my towel as I tried to snatch it. Naturally I had to use one hand to try and grab it which left part of me exposed to them, and that cute guy was getting a great view of my naked ass too!.       The cute guy must have felt sorry for me cause he started to take off his T-shirt to give to me when the other girl, his partner I’m guessing, told him to stay out of it. Like a wimp he did as he was told and pulled his shirt back down!        After several minutes of this I playfully pleaded for Tom to help. He came over and asked the girls to give me my towel. He told them I was innocent and that he had given me a dissolving bikini made with thread that disappeared when it got wet. One of the girls ask him if he was telling the truth and he pointed to the fragment of cloth that I still was clutching in my hand and said that it had been part of my suit. Like a dummy I held it up and told them that was right cause this was all I managed to save.      That’s when things got ugly.       “You mean to tell me she did this to her and she didn’t know anything about it?!” the girl with the towel asked almost like she was pissed off.       They all got like really quiet and they were looking at him and then at me then at each other. I knew Tom was going to get it before he even figured it out and I started smiling. The girl dropped the towel and took one step towards where Tom was standing and that’s all it took for him to “get the hell outta Dodge” as he always says. He took off running down the beach with all of them, the guy and his girlfriend too chasing after him. Of course I didn’t want to miss this so I ran after them as well, yeah I was still naked and trying to cover myself but I wanted to see what was going to happen. They were all laughing including Tom so I didn’t think they were going to hurt him or anything but still I wanted to see what happened next! The guy caught up with him first and grabbed him around the waist and waited for the girls to get catch up. The blonde bitch said something like, “let’s see how you like it” and reached for his waistband but Tom managed to turn away. This went on a couple of times. Tom is really strong so he somehow kept the guy from holding him still so they could pants him. I was laughing so hard it hurt! One girl somehow was able to get hold of a foot and Tom stopped fighting, probably so as not to hurt her. Anyway the Blonde yanked off his suit and, get this, the guy’s girlfriend or wife or whatever she was squealed the loudest at the fact that Tom was shaved down there. “OH MY GAWD, HE’S BALD!” she was like in hysterics. “Look at the nakey-boy.” She kept saying. I mean guys shaving isn’t THAT rare, is it?  Any way the blonde bitch ran off with his suit as the others just laughed. The guy holding Tom didn’t let him go either. At his girlfriend’s suggestion he pushed him along following her. She wanted to show somebody named Brooke what they had done. I’m sure Tom could have gotten free at that point but he went along with it as if he had no choice like a good little puppy. I was so fucking horny I could barely stand it!!! Yes my fingers pressed my clit hard as I tried to keep myself covered. I know, I’m a cheap slut!   LOL      This girl kept calling for Brooke as her guy pushed Tom along causing several people to check him out – other guys and girls came over as well. Of course the fact that I was naked covering myself surely helped draw the crowd too. At that point I didn’t care as I was having too much fun. This Brooke person eventually came over and the girl went to great pains to explain everything to her and the others about what had happened .All the attention must have gotten to Tom cause he was sporting wood by then and they teased him about that too!!! One girl named Cassie or Cassandra or something like that messed with him good asking if looking at her boobs caused that and everyone laughed. She pretended to flash her boobs grabbing her top and pulling at it like she was going to flash her tits but she never really showed anything but cleavage. She was stacked though.       Then someone shouted that the boat was coming back and several of them apparently needed to catch it so they left us and headed back toward the dock      I had no idea what happened to Tom’s suit. I never saw it again! Tom got a taste of his own medicine!!!!  He suggested we had better leave too and we ran back and each grabbed our towels. What a hoot!!!  We had to ride back on the boat with the same people that had pantsed Tom, the two of us wearing only our towels! We were covered but Tom was tenting pretty bad still and the girls teased him horribly about that which only seemed to make it worse!  His face was as red as an apple and it wasn’t from sunburn either! He definitely didn’t see that coming for sure. It all worked out okay but things just got wild there for a moment or two I can yell you!      As we left the boat you wouldn’t believe the catcalls from those girls. Btw, Tom has a new nickname – “Tentboy!”  That’s what they called him, “Tentboy!” Don’t you know I called him that off and on the rest of the day.       We went back to his car and got some clothes and soap and headed for the shower locker rooms.  It felt good to get that sticky feeling off my skin. I wanted to Jill off so bad but there were too many people there.      Well that’s what happened, I STILL can’t believe you knew about this ahead of time and didn’t let on. I OWE you one sister!!! I OWE you one!!!! 

Miranda At Work by Pablocruz713 Miranda At Work Pt. 02 Miranda gets stripped and puts on a vulgar show. Thursday morning Miranda got ready for work she picked out a white floral print bustier and a short gray plaid skirt. The top was very tight and pushed up her breasts, it also had a deep plunging neckline exposing a ton of cleavage and at the bottom the hem stopped right above her bellybutton. The skirt was short, a little shorter than the one she wore yesterday about mid thigh and it was loose at the bottom. The plaid skirt looked like something a schoolgirl would wear and Miranda could definitely pass as a schoolgirl in it. After getting dressed and doing her hair and makeup, Miranda had a small bit to eat. Soon there after she received a text from Mike, "Are you almost ready to go," he asked. "I'm ready now," she texted back. "Ok be there in 5," he texted. A few minutes later he arrived and she got into his car. Miranda was wondering if she was going to have to suck his dick on the way to work. Mike drove straight to work and she was a little disappointed in not getting a cock in the morning. Once at work Mike went to his office and Miranda started her morning routine of checking her messages and getting setup for the day. About thirty minutes later Mike called her into his office. When she got there she started to close the door but he said, "Leave it open I'm expecting some people." He continued talking saying, "I didn't get a good look at your outfit this morning, let me check it now." She did a slow spin for him as he walked out from behind his desk. "Very nice, really cute," he commented. She continued to pose for him even holding the sides of her skirt and doing a curtsy for him. While she was doing this he took a seat on a couch along a wall in his office. "Now show me what you're wearing underneath," he ordered her. Miranda became very turned on now as the door to the office was still wide open. Miranda was side long to the door and anybody walking by the office would have a clear view of her. The bustier top had buttons in the front and Miranda slowly started to undo them. Miranda had no bra on underneath her top and as more and more of her tits came into view she became more aroused. She kept glancing to the side to see if somebody was walking by. Eventually all the buttons were undone and she threw the top onto a chair. She now reached back and unzipped the skirt then let it drop to the floor revealing her white lace thong. She picked up the skirt and threw it on the chair. Standing in front of Mike in only her tiny thong and high heels she let him fully inspect her. "Very nice, I think this outfit passes," he said. "Thank you, I'm glad you like it," said Miranda. "You haven't paid for the ride to work yet," said Mike. "The usual price I assume," responded Miranda. "Yes, but lose the panties first," he said. And with that she slid the panties down her legs and deposited them on the chair. Now fully nude she knelt down between his legs and unzipped his pants. As she was pulling out his cock three men walked into the office. "Have a seat I'll be with you guys in a few minutes," said Mike. The men came in and sat down. As they came in Miranda looked and saw it was Henry, Jerry and the third engineer whom she had not met yet. None of the men took their eyes off her as she was kneeling with Mike's cock in her hand. "Keep going," is all Mike said, so she continued by taking his dick into her mouth. She then proceeded to suck his cock with her usual zeal. She had sucked dick with an audience before but this seemed different as it was in such a formal setting. The odd feeling of giving head in an open office while three other men are watching just turned Miranda on more. Miranda continued to suck his dick with gusto and a few minutes later he came in her mouth and she as usual eagerly swallowed it all. After putting his dick away she stood up giving the three other men a unobstructed view of her naked body. The men were stunned by the beautiful body of this young Latina women. She continued to stand in front of them without covering up or getting dressed as she awaited Mike's next order. The men continued to stare at her nude body as they were waiting for Mike to start the meeting, but he was still recovering from his orgasm and was in no hurry to start. "Ok, let's get this meeting started," said Mike as he stood up and walked back to his desk. Once at his desk he addressed Miranda saying, "Miranda would you take notes for the meeting?" Miranda who had been standing completely nude with arms at her sides the whole time took a second and then responded saying, "Can I get dressed first?" "Oh, yes of course, get dressed first," said Mike. After being given permission to get dressed she walked over to the chair with her clothes that was now occupied by the man she did not know. As she reached the chair he began to speak to her saying, "Hello, I don't think we have met, my name is Will and I'm an engineer here." He held out his hand and Miranda instinctively held out her hand and shook his. "Nice to meet you Will, I'm Miranda the new receptionist slash admin clerk," she said while shaking his hand like meeting men while naked was a normal occurrence for her. "You're sitting on my clothes, could you hand them to me, please?", she asked after ending the hand shake. "Sure, but it'll cost you," he said as he grabbed the clothes from underneath himself. "Ok," was her only response. Will handed her the top which she proceeded to put on. She slowly buttoned up the shirt standing directly in front of him. He was only inches away and nearly eye level with her bald pussy. He grabbed her thong now and instead of handing it to her he held it up and asked, "May I?" She merely nodded so he bent forward and held open the panties near her foot. She stepped one foot in then the other and he slid the panties up her legs while also sliding his fingers against her skin. The feeling of his hands sliding the length of her legs sent tingling through her body and her pussy responded by getting very moist. After the thong was pulled into place he pushed on her hip to get her to turn around and she obeyed giving him an up close view of her ass. After some unnecessary touching of her ass while pretending to adjust the back strap he motioned for her to turn back around. Once she was again facing him he reached for her skirt but before he could hand it to her Mike interrupted by asking, "Will let me see that." "Here you go," Will said as he tossed the skirt to Mike. Mike caught it and said, "Are you ready Miranda?" "I just need to grab a pad first," she said as she turned and headed back to her desk. She was a little disappointed that there was nobody in the outer office to see her in her tiny top and thong panties. Then as she was heading back she heard somebody come in the door from the shop and right before reaching Mike's office she heard someone comment on her tight ass. Once inside the office she noticed that there were no extra chairs so she stood right inside the door with pen in hand ready to take notes. Following right behind Miranda were two men who also came into Mike's office. Once they got there one of the men said, "Mike, we have a small situation in the shop." The other man stared at Miranda in her little top and even smaller panties never taking his eyes off her the whole time and the man who was talking to Mike glanced over at her as often as he could. "Ok, I'm coming," said Mike then turning to the seated men said, "I'll be right back." He then followed the men out the door but before leaving he turned toward Miranda and said, "Keep these guys entertained til I get back." "Well since we're waiting why don't you come over here and pay me back Miranda," ordered Will. She placed the pen and pad on the desk and walked over to Will and asked, "What's the price then?" "I heard that a blow job is the going rate now," answered Will. "Yes, it would seem so," she said as she got down on her knees and unzipped his pants. Will was absolutely shocked at how easy it was to get her to suck his dick, he had heard stories from the other guys but he didn't know how true they were. She pulled out his erect penis, apparently standing in front of him nude did the trick, then she took his cock into her mouth. She proceeded to work her magic on his cock and very soon he came in her mouth. "That was fucking amazing, you're really good at that," Will said breathlessly. "I've gotten a lot of practice lately," she said. "Yeah, I've heard," he said. Miranda felt a slight tinge of shame knowing that her blow job exploits are the talk of the office. She wondered how many of her coworkers knew about her willingness to freely give head and what that would mean for her. She briefly fantasized about having to blow several men everyday and the thought caused her pussy to get wetter. After putting Will's dick away she stood up and faced toward all the men not knowing what to do next. "Mike said you need to entertain us," said Jerry. "What do you want me to do then?," asked Miranda. The men thought about it for a few seconds until Jerry finally answered her by saying, "Strip for us." She said nothing as she reached for the buttons on her top and slowly started to undo them. With each button she undid more and more of her tits came into view, eventually with all the buttons undone she removed the top placing it on the desk. She stood there with her tits out letting them stare. The men were enjoying the show but were also relishing the idea that she would do anything they told her to. "Now take off your panties," said Jerry. She obeyed and slid her thong down her legs and putting it with her top. As she stood in the middle of the office completely nude Jerry continued talking, "Pose for us." "What pose do you want," asked Miranda. "Turn around and bend over," said Jerry. She again obediently complied. "Bend over more and spread your legs wider," added Jerry. She complied and was now putting on a vulgar display with her pussy and anus fully exposed and to top it off the door to the office was still wide open. "Can you spread your ass cheeks for us," requested Jerry. "I'll try," answered Miranda as she put her head on the floor to balance herself then reached both hands to her ass and pulled her cheeks apart spreading them wide. She was now even more exposed and this humiliating show was turning her on more than ever and causing her pussy to get wetter, so wet that she actually dripped vaginal fluid on to the floor. "She's dripping on the floor," exclaimed one of the men. Hearing this Miranda became more humiliated knowing the men could see her extreme state of arousal. "I think she likes being exposed and humiliated," added the man. Miranda knew he was right and pointing it out only made it worse for her. "Stand back up now," commanded Jerry and she stood up and faced the men. "Clean up the mess you made," demanded Jerry. She looked around to find something to pick up her leakage, but Jerry had other ideas and said, "Use your tongue." She then got down on her hands and knees and started licking up her own juices. After licking up the liquid from the floor she stood back up. The men continued to be shocked at what she was willing to do. "Come over here," ordered Jerry and she walked over to his chair. "Now turn around, bend over and spread your legs," Jerry continued to order her. After complying and presenting her ass and pussy to Jerry's inspection he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and proceeded to wipe her pussy. After a few wipes he rubbed his bare hand along her vagina to make sure she was dry. "We don't want to mess up Mike's office, do we?" Jerry said, then adding, "You're good to go now." "Thank you," Miranda said meekly as she straightened up. "Ok, one more pose and we'll be done," said Jerry. Miranda merely nodded as he resumed talking saying, "Sit on the edge of the desk facing me." She did this and he continued his instructions, "Now put your feet up on the desk and spread your legs as wide as you can." She did as she was told and exposed her pussy to the men. She felt this pose was more humiliating than the last one as now she was looking directly at the men as they ogled her most intimate body parts. Jerry wasn't done with her yet adding, "Now spread your pussy lips apart, I want to see how pink the inside of your pussy is." "Wow, that pussy is bright pink," said Will, the comment caused a rush of embarrassment to run through Miranda and made her pussy wet again. The men noticed her growing wetness as Will made another comment saying, "She's getting wet again, she loves being humiliated." Jerry pulled out his phone and took some pics of her in that obscene pose, the other two men followed suit and also took pics of her. After getting their photos Jerry said, "Ok, you can get down." After she got off the desk Jerry called her over saying, "Come over here and let me clean you up again. She walked over to him and assumed the same bent over leg spread position as before then he again wiped her pussy dry. After a light smack on her ass he said, "Go ahead and get dressed now." She put her panties and top back on but not the skirt as Mike had not given her permission to do so. After getting dressed she grabbed the pen and pad then stood waiting for Mike. As she stood there the men started asking her questions. "Do you like being humiliated like that?," asked Will. "Yes, sir," she answered. "Do you like to suck dicks?," asked Jerry. "Yes, sir," she again answered. "Do you also like getting fucked?," asked Henry. "Yes, very much," responded Miranda. "Have you ever done anal?," asked Will. "Yes," she answered. Soon there after Mike returned to the office. "Did Miranda keep you guys entertained?", asked Mike. "Yes, she was very entertaining," replied Jerry as the other guys nodded. "Good, glad to hear that, now let's start this meeting," Mike said. They held the meeting with Miranda taking notes still half dressed. At the end of the meeting the three men left thanking Miranda for the show as they went out the door. After they were gone Mike asked her what show they were talking about. Miranda told him all about the things they had her do even the part where she cleaned her own juices off the floor. Mike got turned on hearing about the things she had done while he was out, and even Miranda started to get wet as she relived her antics. Mike thought about having her reenact everything but unfortunately he had a lot of work to do and would have to wait. By now Miranda had grown use to not having her skirt on and after talking to Mike she absentmindedly walked back to her desk in only her panties and top. She had become so comfortable that she did not notice until a man came in from the shop and saw her bare thigh. "Are you not wearing pants?", asked the man. "Oh, shit I had a skirt on but Mike took it and I forgot to get it back," exclaimed Miranda. "Turn around, let me see," the man asked. Miranda spun her chair to the side and out from under the desk. Her entire bare legs were now exposed to him. She used one her legs to spin the chair and as a result her legs were spread apart when she faced the man. The tiny white lace triangle of her thong was visible to him, she didn't bother to close her legs and just let him ogle her exposed bottom half. "Is that a thong?", he asked then added, "Stand up, let me see." "Ok," is all she said as it did not seem like a question to her and she obediently stood up and turned around showing him her exposed ass cheeks. "Wow, the guys weren't kidding when they said you had a nice ass," he said. After staring at her ass for a full minute he turned to go to Mike's office but turned back to her and asked, "Hey, you want me to see if I can get your skirt for you?" "Sure, that would be great, thanks," she replied. He then went into the office. About fifteen minutes later he came out of the office holding her skirt. "Oh my god, thank you so much," she said as he came over with her skirt. As he reached her she extended her hand to grab the skirt but he pulled it back and said, "I'll trade you for it," "Trade what for it," questioned Miranda. "Your panties," he said as he looked down to her crotch. Her mouth dropped open in shock of the idea. "But...," she started to plead but he cut her off. "If you don't I'll just take your skirt and tell all the guys that you're only wearing your panties in here," he countered. "Ok deal, hand me my skirt," she relented feeling she had no choice, but as she stood up and reached out he shook his head. "No deal, give me the panties first," he said. "Seriously," she exclaimed. "Seriously, take them off," he said. Thinking she had no choice at this point she slid her panties down her legs and handed them to him. He didn't reach out for them as he was paralyzed in awe of the sight of her hairless, wet, pink and puffy pussy. She was still very aroused from showing off in the office earlier and her pink pussy lips were glistening with juices. The man couldn't take his eyes off her pussy and just stood there staring. Eventually after letting him ogle her wet pussy for several seconds she tried to snap him out of his trance by saying, "Hello, can I have my skirt now?" "Oh, yeah sorry here you go," he said handing her the skirt. He took her panties and she took her skirt and put it on. He put the panties to his nose and inhaled her aroma then put them in his pocket and left. She went back to work but was still very aroused with her pussy leaking fluids. She flipped the back of her skirt up so that she would not get it wet but now her bare ass and vagina was sitting directly on the office chair. Miranda was considering going to the bathroom to masturbate but before she could Mike came out of his office and handed her a note saying, "Here are the points for the bulletin, use this to write the bulletin you're going to read to the guys." "But, um...," Miranda said unsure if she could do what he wanted her to do. "What? What's wrong?," questioned Mike. "I don't think I'm going to be able to read the bulletin," she answered. "Why? You agreed to do it didn't you?," he said. "It's just that...," she paused before finishing her answer, "That guy took my panties in exchange for my skirt." Mike burst out laughing. "No wonder he wanted to bring you your skirt so bad," he said after he stopped laughing. "It's not funny he even made me take them off before giving back my skirt," complained Miranda. "Really, he saw your pussy, I bet that got you wet again, didn't it?," he asked. "Yes, it did," she quietly answered. "So you have nothing on under skirt," he said then adding, "Let me see." Miranda turned her chair toward him and held up the front of her skirt showing him her wet and pink pussy. "Wow, you really are wet and it looks kind of puffy too," he exclaimed. He continued, "I bet you really want to come, don't you?" "I was going to go to the bathroom and masturbate before you came out here," she said. "Come with me and I'll take care of you," he said as he walked back to his office she got up and followed him. Once there he had her sit on the couch. "Lift up your skirt," he said as he got down on his knees in front of her. Once her pussy was exposed he started licking and sucking it eventually inserting a couple of fingers in it. He was doing a masterful job of eating her pussy and Miranda was already highly aroused so it didn't take long before she came. She had another extremely powerful orgasm and started moaning very loudly. Luckily he shut the door when they came in or else the whole office might have heard her. He grabbed some tissues off his desk and wiped her vagina dry. After she was cleaned up he said, "Go write the bulletin, I'm going to clean up then we'll go out and read it to the men." He left and she took a minute to recover before returning to her desk. She was working on the bulletin when he came back from the bathroom. "Let me know when you're done," he said. About fifteen minutes later she went to his office with the completed bulletin. "Ready," he said at seeing her enter the office. "I'm ready but I still don't have any panties on," she said. "It's ok I'll get them back for you," he said. "But won't that just draw attention to the fact that I'm naked under my skirt," she worried aloud. "Don't worry about it, now let's go," he said as he unbuttoned the top two buttons of her top exposing a huge amount of cleavage from her pushed up tits. When there got out to the shop floor Mike talked to the shop foreman who then made an announcement over the paging system. Miranda waited nervously wondering how many of the workers knew that her panties were in somebody's pocket and not covering her private parts. Within minutes a crowd had gathered and she scanned the faces in the crowd looking for anyone leering at her knowingly but they all appeared to be leering. After a few minutes all the workers had gathered even all the men who worked inside the office, including the three engineers she exposed herself to earlier. "Is this everybody?", asked Mike and the foreman nodded. "Ok, let's get started then, Miranda is going to read a bulletin about pertinent news and dates, we're going to do this every few days," said Mike. As she held up the paper to read the bulletin, Mike stopped her saying, "Oh, wait first we need to do something, Chad come up here." After saying that the man who took her panties walked up to the front of the crowd. "I think you have something that belongs to Miranda, Chad," said Mike. "Yes, right here," said Chad as he pulled out her panties and held them up for the whole crowd to see. This elicited a loud cheer from the crowd and Miranda was mortified, this was exactly what she feared would happen. She blushed and predictably her pussy got wet also. Chad handed the panties to Mike who then offered them to Miranda saying, "Here put these on." She switched him the paper for the panties and standing in front of about thirty men she submissively bent forward and slipped the thong up her legs. When she bent over more of her tits were on display to the men. When she reached her skirt she very carefully pulled the panties into place trying to lift her skirt as little as possible. When she was done Mike handed her back the paper she then started to read the bulletin but was interrupted again. "Can we see what she looks like in her panties?", someone from the crowd shouted. "I don't see why not," responded Mike. "What!," shrieked Miranda, but before she could react Mike reached behind her and unzipped her skirt causing it to fall to the ground. She was now standing in front of all the employees in only her tiny lace thong and her half buttoned bustier top with her tits popping out. "Don't stop, keep going," admonished Mike. She resumed reading and tried to keep her voice from cracking under the humiliation and arousal. She stopped to clear her throat then continued reading like reading bulletins in her underwear was a normal thing for her. In her mind she wondered if this would become a normal thing for her now. She finished reading the bulletin and stepped out of her skirt, which was gathered up around her shoes. As she reached to pick it up Mike snatched it up saying, "You can't wear this now it's been on the shop floor it might have toxic chemicals on it." "But what I am I going to do I'm in my underwear," protested Miranda. "Don't worry I'll have someone check it for you, until then you have to stay like you are," said Mike. He started walking back to the office, she followed and the rest of the men working in the office followed her, most likely so they could check out her bare ass. When they got closer to the door she noticed an entry way without a door. "What's in there," she asked pointing to the entrance. "That's the locker room," answered one of the men. All the men stopped walking and were looking toward the locker room. "Do you want to see it?", asked Mike. "Yes, of course," she said. They all walked to the room and Mike gave her a tour. Inside there were several banks of lockers. "Could I have a locker?," asked Miranda she then continued by saying, "I was thinking of riding my bike to work and need a place to change and store my stuff." "I don't think that will be a problem, I'll talk to the foreman and see what's available, let me show you the rest of the area," said. Mike. They walked past the lockers and into a bathroom. There were sinks and mirrors on one side of the room and urinals in the other side then beyond that there were two toilet stalls. They all walked past the stalls and Mike said, "And finally there's the shower." He showed her a shower stall but there was no curtain or door on the stall. "You can use this if you want to," he said. "But there's no curtain, I'd be totally exposed," she said. She looked back at the men when she said it and saw some of them smile. "Nobody uses it anymore so I think they never replaced it when it fell down," Mike said then adding, "Besides nobody can see in from the bathroom they would have walk all the way down to the end to see in." He said it like it was a big deterrent but Miranda knew if she took a shower here she would most likely be watched. Mike pointed back to the office and she started walking back with all the men following her. She knew they were all looking at her ass so she decided to tease them a little more by swaying her hips as she walked. She was a sight to see in her high heels and shaking her nearly nude ass. Once back at her desk she got back to work but was distracted by her once again wet pussy. At lunch time Henry came to her desk and asked her, "What are you do for lunch Miranda?" "I didn't bring my lunch so I guess I have to go out to the food truck," she answered. "You do want to go to lunch with me, my treat," he said. "I'd love to but Mike hasn't brought back my skirt yet, I'm still in my panties," she replied with a pout. "How about I go get us some takeout," offered Henry. Her face instantly lit up and she smiled. "Please, that would be great," she said. "What do you want," he asked. "Can I get tacos?", asked Miranda. "Sure, but you'll owe me one," he answered as he winked at her. "Ok, whatever you want," she answered winking back at him. He left and a short time later he arrived with food. He ushered her into his office where they ate their lunch. After eating he looked at Miranda and said, "Ready." "Ready, what's the price for lunch?", she said thinking he would want another blow job. "Last time you said you would let me fuck you," he answered. "I did say that didn't I," she conceded. "Yes, yes you did," he replied. "Well I guess I have to hold up my end of the bargain, do you want me to strip also?," she said and he only nodded. She stood up and unbuttoned her top and placed it on the desk then she peeled off her panties placing them on the desk too. Once nude she asked him, "Where do you want me?" His office was smaller than Mike's and besides the desk only had two chairs and no couch. "Bend over the desk," he said as he stood up and took off his pants. She bent over putting her forearms on the desk, she was relieved that the door was shut but she didn't know if it was locked. He walked up behind her and she was wondering if someone would walk in on them. He proceeded to thrust his hard cock into her wet pussy. She didn't get a good look at his penis but it felt average sized inside of her. He then started fucking her in earnest. She was really enjoying getting fuck as it's been a few days since she last got fucked. Even though Mike made her come before lunch she was still very horny from all the activities of the day. She was horny enough that she felt if he lasted a few more minutes she could orgasm again. She started to relive all the earlier events to help herself. She pictured her vulgar display for the engineers, stripping for Chad and being pantsed in front of the whole company, and it was working. She was getting close and he was lasting then finally she came and in the midst of her orgasm he came inside of her. He slumped onto her back as she slumped onto the desk. After a minute he recovered and stood up. They both got dressed. She went back to her desk but as she was sitting there she could feel semen and her own juice leaking out of her pussy. Her tiny thong did very little to hold any of the liquid oozing out of her and it was getting on her chair. She got up to go to the bathroom to clean up but as soon as she did Mike came out and started talking to her. He noticed the spunk on the chair and dripping down her leg and commented, "You should go take a shower to clean yourself up." "But I don't have a towel or anything to wash with," responded Miranda. "Yeah, I guess you're right," conceded Mike. "By the way whatever happened to my skirt?", questioned Miranda. "Oh, they're testing it now," he said, but she felt like that was a lie. "Ok, if you say so," was her only reply. He left and she went to the bathroom and clean up as much as she could even taking off her panties and trying to clean them. She went back to her desk and a couple of hours later Mike came back to her desk with a shopping bag. She thought it might be her skirt, but to her surprise it contained some towels, shampoo, body wash and other shower items, even including some razors. "I suppose now I have no excuse and need to go take a shower," she said. "If you want to, I just wanted to make sure you have everything you'd need in case you wanted to," he said. "How can I make sure I won't be spied on," she asked. "If you go now I can stand guard and guarantee your privacy," he said. "Ok," she agreed, and they both went into the locker room. When they entered the bathroom, there was a man finishing peeing and he nonchalantly turned around while pulling his pants up giving Miranda a view of his exposed penis. She smiled at him and he smiled back. The thought that she could have unfettered access to the men's restroom turned her on and gave her naughty ideas. They eventually reached the shower stall and Miranda removed her top and panties hanging them on a hook. She then started pulling items out of the bag and placing them on the shelf or on the towel rack. Mike watched her the whole time and only occasionally glancing over at the doorway to make sure they weren't interrupted. She now turned on the shower and once it was hot she got under the water. She was facing toward Mike as she got her whole body wet including her hair. She hadn't planned on washing her hair at first but decided to put on a show for Mike. She got some shampoo and started washing her hair, she had her eyes closed the whole time and didn't notice another man had arrived. The foreman Chet had seen Mike standing looking into the shower stall and wondered what he was doing. As soon as he looked in and saw Miranda he understood and stood silently next to Mike watching Miranda wash her hair. After washing her hair for a couple of minutes she started rinsing it off and she didn't open her eyes until she was done rinsing. When she opened her eyes she saw the two men staring at her. Shocked but not surprised she carried on, grabbing the body wash and proceeding to wash her body now. She spent extra time washing and massaging her tits then washing her belly. When she reached her vagina she spread her legs and leaned back against the wall. After washing the outside of her pussy thoroughly she inserted two fingers into her pussy and started to masturbate in front of the two men. Having already orgasmed twice today she didn't think she could come again so soon, but she wanted to put on a good show for the two guys so she continued. After several minutes of playing with herself and not getting close she acted out a fake orgasm. She moaned and groaned for several seconds, then she turned around and thoroughly washed her ass. She even bent over and spread her ass cheeks with one hand while washing her anus with the other. After that she spent a few minutes rinsing off. She turned off the shower and grabbed a towel and started drying off. First she dried her hair leaving the rest of her body exposed in the process as the still silent men looked on. Secondly she dried off her body spending extra time on her pussy and ass. Finally she wrapped the towel around her body and grabbed her panties and top. "I'm done now, that felt good," she said as she walked out of the shower. She walked back into the office wearing only a towel, Mike followed her and Chet went back to the shop floor. Some of the workers in the shop saw her and were shocked to see her in only a towel but they didn't see much as she soon entered the office. Once back at her desk she felt odd working in only a towel with nothing underneath. She started to wonder what she could wear as her panties had become completely soiled with semen and pussy juice. When she came back she didn't see where Mike went but a few minutes later he walked up to her desk with her skirt in his hand. "Your skirt is safe to wear, it has been checked out," he said as he handed her the skirt. She didn't hesitate and took off the towel and placing it on the chair. She started putting her skirt on but as she was doing that a group of men emerged from the conference room. The finance guys had just finished a meeting with some clients. All the men stopped and stared at her nude body. Miranda calmly continued dressing taking her time putting her skirt on. Once her skirt was on she decided to put her hair up instead of put her top on, so she took a hair tie out of a drawer and pulled her hair into a ponytail and tied it up. The whole time she was doing this her tits were fully exposed to the six men who never stopped staring. Eventually she grabbed her top and put it on then slowly buttoned it up. Seeing that the show was over the men all left. "You really do enjoy showing off, don't you," commented Mike after watching her display for the clients. "Yes, I really do, but I thought you knew that already," she replied. "Yeah, I know but you still manage to amaze me with what you're willing to do," he said. She just smiled and stuck her tongue out at him. He continued talking asking, "Why no panties?," as he eyed her panties on the desk. "I can't wear those anymore they're dirty, they're full of pussy juices and semen," she answered. "Who's semen?," he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Henry's, I let him fuck me in his office to pay for lunch, I kind of offered earlier this week," she answered. "I should have gotten you lunch then, I guess," he said. "You can get me lunch tomorrow, or you can give me a ride home," she said with a sultry smile and a wink. "I think I will do that,...for sure," he said winking back at her, then he returned to his office. Miranda had left her soiled panties on her desk and whenever a guy came into the office, they would undoubtedly notice the dirty thong. Of course every guy then also asked Miranda to lift up her skirt to prove that those are the same panties she was wearing earlier. Even though she was tempted to show them her pussy she nevertheless decided to decline lest there be a stampede of men into the office. Other then questions about her panties rest of the day was mostly uneventful. When the day was over Mike came to her desk and asked, "Are you ready?" "Yes, just let me grab my stuff," she said then they left and got into his car and headed to her place. On the way Mike pulled behind a closed down store and parked. "You wanna get into the back seat," he requested. "Ok," she said then got out went to the back seat where she laid down on her back. Mike got out and came around the car and got in after her. He then flipped up the front of her skirt onto her stomach exposing her bald pussy. After unzipping and fishing out his penis, he straddled her head and dipped his cock into her awaiting mouth. She sucked him until he was hard then he moved back down and inserted his hard cock into her already wet pussy. He fucked her hard for several minutes and she was getting close to coming but unfortunately he finished before she could. He got up and they both got back into the front seats. Once there she pulled her dirty panties out of her bag and put them on as he drove the rest of the way to her apartment. She hoped the panties would keep his semen from leaking out onto the seat. When they arrived at her apartment she lean over and kissed him and thanked him for everything he did for her. He said, "It was my pleasure," and it was the truth. After she was out of the car he rolled down the window and said, "I'll call you later to discuss your outfit for Friday." "Ok, I'm excited, if Friday is anything like today it's going to be fun," she replied then went inside.

Madison by Demonhead Copyright© 2021 by Demonhead Chapter 17: Daddy Comes Home Madison opened her eyes and for a second she did not know where she was. She stayed still as her mind slowly cleared. She remembered last night and what happened in this bed with Katie and Mr. Thompson. He was not here but she heard the shower. She was laying with her back against Katie. Katie’s hand was holding her breast. She felt warm and safe. She held onto Katie’s arm and took a deep breath. “Good morning, sweetheart.” She heard Katie’s voice. “Good morning, Katie.” She said. “How are you?” Katie said. “I am good, can we stay like this all day?” Madison said and she heard Katie chuckle. “I would love that, but you probably need to go to school.” Katie said. “Oh yeah, that. I guess so but can we lay here for a little while longer?” She said. “Absolutely, sweetie.” Katie said and hugged the young girl. Madison saw Mr. Thompson walk into the bedroom in a towel. His chest was impressive, his whole body was impressive. She watched him pull out clothes and lay them on the bed. He looked at her. “Good morning, sweetie, how are you this morning?” He said. “Great, I slept really good.” She said. “I have never dressed in front of an audience, well, other that Katie.” He said as he held his towel. She saw a lump in his towel, and she giggled. “Do you want me to close my eyes?” She said and he chuckled. “I guess you have seen everything already.” He said and dropped his towel. She saw he was hard again, his cock sticking straight out. “Does it hurt?” She said and he looked at her. “No, not really, just uncomfortable in clothes when it gets this hard.” He said. “Do you want me to help?” She said. “You don’t have to; it will go down once I am not looking at you two.” He said and saw her moving closer. “I know I don’t have to.” She said and he felt her little hand rub down his shaft. He groaned and she slid closer. She laid on her belly and pulled his cock to her mouth. He felt her warm tongue on his cock, and he put his hands on her head. She reached under him and grabbed his balls. She pulled him closer, and he slid into her mouth. She pulled him to the back of her throat, but her position did not allow her to try and take all of him. She slid off of him and turned over on her back. He looked down and she was laying on her back and licking his cock while she massaged his balls. She opened her mouth and slid him in. She slid closer to him and her head was now hanging off the bed. She wrapped an arm around him and pulled him to her, he felt his cock hit the back of her throat. She was holding his balls and pulling him closer. He looked down and almost lost his shit when he slid into her throat. He saw her throat bulge and he was now pressed against her face. Madison felt him slide into her throat and it felt a little better than the first time she did it. She did not gag this time. She held him deep and then pulled him out so she could breathe. She took a deep breath and then pulled him back into her throat. She felt him put his hands on the sides of her head and start to move in and out slowly. She let go of his balls and put her hands on the bed and let him move in and out of her mouth. Brad looked at Katie as he was fucking the young girl’s face. Katie was sitting up and her mouth was hanging open. He knew this was not one of the lessons, this girl figured this one out on her own and he was blown away. He fucked her throat slowly and then he felt her hands move again and start to massage his balls. God, she knew exactly what to do. He felt his cock lurch and then he blasted a load down her throat. She pushed him out and he sprayed the next load on her face. She was holding him and licking his head as his cum poured out. Katie was mesmerized as she watched Madison take him into her throat. She had to work hard for a long time before she could do that, and this little girl was doing it like it was nothing. She shook her head and then she saw Brad dumping a load onto her face. She jumped up to grab some Kleenex as Brad stumbled back and sat down on the chair. She moved over to Madison and wiped her cute face. She pulled her up and hugged her. They both looked at Brad and laughed as he tried to recover. Brad dressed and left for work as his girls laid on the bed and watched him. He kissed them both before he walked out. His cock was satisfied, at least for a little while. He knew as soon as the memory of her on her back flashed into his mind again, he would be rock hard but for now he could think about work and maybe last an hour. “Katie, did I do good that time?” Madison said, her back against Katie again as they laid in the bed. “Baby, that was amazing, how do you do that? It took me a long time.” Katie said. “I don’t know, it seems like he likes it and this time it was easier. I didn’t gag this time.” She said. “Well, you are definitely special, and I guarantee he enjoyed that, and he will remember it a very long time.” Katie said and Madison giggled. They laid in silence for a few minutes as Katie tried to understand how Madison seemed to always know exactly what to do to make people happy. She held onto her warm body and did wish they could stay like this all day. Her thoughts were broken by Madison’s voice. “Does it hurt when he puts it inside you?” Madison said and Katie took a deep breath. “Not anymore.” Katie said. “So, it hurt before?” Madison said. “Yes, the first time, and then the first time with Brad.” She said. “So, Brad was not your first time?” Madison said. “No, it was a stupid boy who I thought was more special than he actually was.” Katie said. “So, it hurt again when you did it the first time with Mr. Thompson?” Madison said. “Yes, he is much bigger, and it took me a couple of times to get used to him.” Katie said. “Did it hurt the first time with Aaron?” Madison said and Katie sat up and looked at the girl. “I saw you down by the pool one time, sorry.” Madison said and looked up at Katie. “No, it really didn’t but I was much older and had been with Brad for a long time.” She said and Madison nodded. “It is ok, I think I understand why you let Aaron do that. You love Mr. Thompson but Aaron is very cute and very nice.” Madison said and Katie shook her head. “You know, you are way too young to be so wise.” Katie said and ran her hand over the soft face. “I am really 150 years old; I am a witch.” Madison said and smiled up at Katie. “Yes, you are.” Katie said and leaned over and kissed her softly. “Now, little witch, you have to get ready for school.” Katie said and squeezed her firm little ass. Madison laughed and got out of bed, Katie watching the cute ass as she walked out of the room. She looked over and saw little pink panties hanging off of the lamp. Now, that is funny. She got out of bed and found her own pajamas and slid them on. She picked up the pink panties and threw them in the hamper. She walked downstairs to get a cup of coffee, she heard the shower as she walked past the bathroom and her pussy tingled as she thought of Madison standing naked under the water. This girl was driving her insane. Madison finished her shower and wrapped her towel around herself and stepped into the hall, almost running into Katie as she walked by. “Katie, will you brush my hair?” Madison asked. “Absolutely, sweetie.” Katie said and followed her into her room. Madison sat on the stool and handed her the brush. Katie started brushing the wonderful long hair. “What do we want today?” Katie asked. “Can you do braids?” Madison said. “You do realize the answer to any question about hair will always be yes, right?” Katie said. “Yeah, can I have two?” Madison said. “Coming up.” Katie said. “I only get braids when Sam sleeps over, she is good at it and I can’t do it to myself.” Madison said. “How is Sam?” Katie said. “She is great, her daddy was out of town too, but I think he is back, I saw his car yesterday.” Madison said. “That is good, Henry should be home this afternoon, I heard Brad talking to him yesterday and I think they got him on an early flight.” Katie said. “Good, I don’t know if I can last much longer without him.” Madison said and Katie felt a lump in her throat. Katie finished the braids and Madison squealed with delight when she saw them. She walked out and went downstairs as Madison finished dressing. Katie was sitting at the table as Madison came down the stairs. She was wearing the cute white sundress they had bought, and it was fabulous on her. The top held her chest well and the length was perfect. Her pretty legs were visible, but it was not too short to look trashy, and this little girl was not at all trashy. “You look beautiful this morning.” Katie said and took a sip of coffee. “Thanks, I love my braids. Thank you so much.” Madison said and spun around, her dress lifting a little and her braids flying around. Katie laughed. “Aaron is waiting whenever you are ready.” Katie said. “Cool, I am not really hungry, can I go now?” She said and Katie smiled. “As soon as I get my goodbye kiss.” Katie said. Madison smiled and walked over to her. Katie opened her legs and pulled her closer. She kissed Katie’s soft lips and their tongues were dancing. She felt Katie wrap her arms around her as they kissed. She pulled back and put her head on Katie’s shoulder. “I love you.” Madison said. “I love you too, baby.” Katie said and hugged her harder. Madison pulled back and kissed Katie on the lips again and then grabbed her backpack. “Have a good day at school.” Katie said and Madison waved to her as she walked out. Katie took a deep breath and a sip of coffee. Aaron saw her walk out of the house, and he was amazed again at how fucking cute she was. It seemed like she looked a little different each day. That sundress was perfect and her hair in those braids made her look even cuter. She smiled at him and crawled into the car. He watched her white lace panties as she crawled across and his poor cock was hard again, damn this girl. Madison waited for him to buckle his seat belt before she slid over to him. He put his hand on her thigh and she held his arm and leaned into him. She loved this, she hoped that Aaron would still be able to drive her when daddy came home. She noticed his pants had a big lump and she knew he was excited again. She wondered what it would feel like inside her. It was really big, she wondered how much it would hurt. She felt a little shiver run through her as she thought of Aaron sliding his cock into her body. Aaron loved the feel of her warm soft thigh, he would never get tired of that. He drove very slowly and carefully, maximizing the time she was next to him. They arrived at her house and he saw the old man in his swing. He understood, she must have been driving him crazy for a few years now. She sat up and looked at him. Her eyes were sparkling, and she was smiling. “What?” He said and she giggled. “Nothing, just looking at you. Do you want to kiss me?” She said. “I guess so, if I have to.” He said and he saw her face drop into a frown. He laughed and she hit him on the arm. “You are mean.” She said and started to pull away. He grabbed her and pulled her close to him. “Girl, I would kiss you forever if I could.” He said and she smiled. “Ok, I guess that would be ok, if I have to.” She said and broke into a giggle immediately. He pulled her in and kissed her. She climbed onto his lap and they kissed hard for at least a minute. She pulled back and her face was red. “Wow, that was cool. I think I would like kissing forever.” She said and she heard his phone ring in his pocket. He pulled it out and answered it. “Yep, she is right here.” He said and handed her the phone. He saw her face get serious as she took the phone. “Hello.” She said. “Hello, sweetie, how are you?” Henry said. “Good, daddy, why are you calling?” She said, nervously. “I just wanted to tell you that I was able to get a non-stop flight this morning and I am sitting on the plane. We are taking off in 5 minutes so I will be home today for sure.” He said. “Oh daddy, that is wonderful. I miss you so much.” She said, her voice cracking. “I miss you too, baby. I will go straight to the office and then I will be home after work.” He said. “Great, I will be waiting when you get home. Do you want me to cook something?” She said. “Absolutely not, we will figure it out when I get home.” He said. “Ok, daddy, I will be waiting.” She said. “Great, I will see you very soon. I love you.” He said. “I love you too daddy.” She said. “Goodbye sweet girl.” He said. “Goodbye daddy.” She said and hung up. She leaned into Aaron’s chest, holding his phone. He wrapped his strong arms around her and held her. “Aaron, he is coming home.” She said. “I heard; I am so glad.” He said. “Yeah, me too.” She said and took a deep breath. She sat up and kissed him gently and then slid over in the seat. She grabbed her backpack and opened the door. She leaned in and smiled at him. “I am going to walk home with Sam today. I think I have a meeting tomorrow afternoon so can you pick us up at school?” She said. “As you wish, princess.” He said and she giggled. He watched her walk away and he saw the little dog run up to her. She knelt down and picked him up. He slipped the car in gear and pulled out of the driveway. He was going to miss seeing her every day. He drove away, feeling a little sad. Madison laughed as Roscoe jumped up into her arms. She picked him up and he started licking her neck and ear. She laughed as his little tongue worked on her. She saw Mr. Jones standing on the steps and she walked up. “Sorry about that but I think he missed you.” Barry said. “It is fine, I missed him too.” She said and giggled again as Roscoe licked her ear. “Roscoe, I am sure Madison already had a bath today.” He said and pulled the little dog off of her. “Mr. Jones, daddy just called, and he is definitely coming home today. He was already on the plane.” She said and he could tell she was very excited. “That is great news. I am sure you are happy about that.” He said. “Oh yes, I miss him terribly.” She said. “Yeah, I know. Is he coming straight home?” He said. “No, he is going to the office first, he will be home the normal time. Do you mind if I hang out with you a little bit, so I don’t have to be alone in the house?” She said. “You do know that is a silly question, right?” He said and she giggled. “Cool, thank you, I will see you this afternoon.” She said and climbed up to the step above him and kissed him quickly. “Have a great day, Mr. Jones.” She said and walked out of his yard. “Have a good day Madison.” He said and she waved at him. He watched her pretty legs until he could not see her anymore. He took a deep breath and walked into his house. Madison walked to her friend’s house and saw Sam come out of the house dressed in black yoga pants and a nice white top that went over her pants but showed her cute belly when she moved. She came down the steps a little slower than normal. “Sam, what’s wrong?” Madison asked. “My legs are sore as shit from yesterday’s practice, and I may be coming down with something.” She said and hugged Madison. “Ooh, you will give me your cooties.” Madison said but held onto her friend. “Rock star, as much as we touch and kiss my cooties are all over you already.” Sam said and smiled. “True.” Madison said and they started walking. “Hey, is your daddy coming home today?” Sam said. “Yes, he called me this morning and he was already on the plane.” She said. “That is cool, I know you have been a little off since he has been gone.” Sam said and chuckled. “Hey, is your daddy home, I saw his car.” Madison said. “Yeah, he came home yesterday.” Sam said. “Cool, does he have any more trips planned?” Madison said. “Nah, I don’t think so.” Sam said and Madison sensed she did not want to talk about it. “Do you think you will be able to practice today?” Madison asked, noticing her friend was still walking a little slower than usual. “I hope so, maybe they will get better as I walk around? You are not sore? He worked us hard yesterday.” Sam said. Madison thought about it for the first time that he did make them go a little harder than normal, she had not realized it until Sam mentioned it. She shook her head, realizing her focus recently had been on other things. “No, mine feel fine.” Madison answered. “Figured, you are a rock star after all.” Sam said and smiled. Madison smiled as well, and they continued to school. Her first period was with Mr. Thomas. She noticed he was at his desk as she walked in. “Good morning, Mr. Thomas.” She said as she walked past his desk. “Good morning, Madison.” He said and noticed her pretty little white sundress. It was a lovely dress, but he was starting to think this girl would look good in a potato sack. Her shoulders were smooth and the small hint of cleavage over the top of her dress was marvelous. Her legs were the star today, though. The dress fell to the middle of her perfect thighs and he caught his breath as she slid into her seat. His eyes were locked onto her pretty legs as she leaned over to put her books in the desk. Yes, he saw a glimpse of her white lace panties, god, that was so hot. He rubbed his poor cock and started to figure out how to lecture from behind his desk today. Madison noticed him watching her as she sat down. She saw his eyes light up as she bent over. He probably caught a glimpse of her panties. She felt a shiver run through her. Why did she react like this when one of her guys looked at her? She looked around and there were a lot of cute boys in the class but none of them even looked her way. Oh well, her guys kept her busy enough. She smiled at Mr. Thomas as she pushed some of her hair behind her ear. He seemed to like that. Madison ran into Sam on her way to lunch and she was going to see the nurse. She hugged her friend and decided to pop in on Mr. Thomas since Sam would not be in lunch. She walked into his room and he was behind his desk. He looked up and a big smile covered his face. She loved the way her guys smiled when they looked at her. “Hey, Mr. Thomas, can I eat lunch with you?” She said and pulled over a stool. “Certainly, Madison, you are welcome any time.” He said and tried not to just stare at her legs as she climbed onto the stool. “Thank you, I like it in here, it is nice and quiet. The cafeteria is a little wild at times.” She said. “I can imagine that many teenagers in one place is a recipe for chaos.” He said and she laughed. He loved that laugh; he could listen to that forever. He wondered if he could arrange it that she was in his class again next year. He would love to watch her develop for another year. He looked over at the ladder and took a deep breath. He hoped he was not being too obvious; he did not want to scare her away. “Yeah, it is a wild place, most of the time it is fun but today I wanted some peace and quiet and a good friend to talk to.” She said and he was amazed at how good she was at making him feel special. “So, is your offer still valid to help me get some more stuff?” He said and motioned to the ladder. She looked over and saw the ladder, her legs started to tingle. He was so cute. “Absolutely, you better not be crawling up there anymore. You let me know every time you need something, and I will be happy to grab it for you.” She said in a serious voice. “Thank you so much, you are so sweet. Finish your lunch first.” He said. “What do you need today?” She said and took a bite of her sandwich. “Some folders to help us with the lessons next week. They are all green, but they may be in two different boxes I am afraid. Are you sure you don’t mind?” He said. “I live for it.” She said and he smiled. She wondered what he would think about the fact that she was starting to get excited about climbing that ladder. He would have no issues looking up her dress today. Her pussy was starting to get a little wet as she thought more about it. She was such a weird girl; she took the last bite of her sandwich. “All done, let’s see what we can do.” She said and jumped off the stool. They walked over to the ladder and she noticed there were a lot of boxes in the storage space. “I think most of them are in the purple bin there, but there could be some in the bin behind that one. I am so sorry, you really don’t have to do this, I can get the janitors.” He said. “Mr. Thomas, don’t be silly, it is not a problem.” She said and climbed the first three steps. She was a little above his head. She turned and looked at him. “Unless of course you would prefer the janitors.” She said and he shook his head back and forth. She giggled. She climbed up to the top of the ladder and pushed her feet against the edges of the step, spreading her legs slightly. His view was immaculate. Her wonderful legs and the white lace panties wrapped around her perfect little ass. His cock was raging immediately. She was reaching for the purple bin and he felt her slip a little. “Mr. Thomas, can you hold my legs please?” She said and looked down at him. He slid his hands off the ladder and onto her firm calves. Her skin was warm and smooth, he loved it. “Thanks.” She said and pulled over the purple bin. She liked his hands on her legs. She was also loving the fact that he was looking up her dress. Why did this excite her so much? She wondered if it was only older men that gave her this feeling? She had never even thought about doing this with boys her own age. She would have to ask Katie about this one. “There are 3 green folders in here.” She said and looked down. “Good, there are 5 in total so the other two must be in the other bin. We can get those later. I can start the lesson with these.” He said and held onto her warm calves. “Nonsense, I am already up here, we may as well get them all.” She said and handed him the three folders. He placed them on the table and wondered where his hands should go. He gambled and put them back on her legs. She had no reaction, and he took a deep breath. He looked back up at the white lace. He watched her slide the purple one over and grab the bin behind it. She had to reach far so her left leg moved off the step. He held onto her calf but now he was looking at the white lace with her legs spread even more. He tried to imagine the young pussy sitting right there behind the lace. “I got it.” She said and pulled the bin closer. She put her foot back on the step and he held onto her. She pulled out the other two folders and handed them down to him. He put his hands back on her legs. She slid the bins back in place and looked down at him. “Hold onto my legs until I get a little lower, this ladder is really shaky.” She said and he nodded. She started to move down slowly, and his hands slid up her legs. He slid past her knees and then he was holding her thighs. She moved down further, and he moved his hands up her hips and then off, but his fingers tingled as they remembered the firm thighs. She jumped down and smiled at him. “See, easy peazy. Thank you so much for holding onto me, you saved my life.” She said and smiled. “You are welcome, but I am not thinking your life was in danger.” He said and chuckled. “Maybe not but it was nice. We make a great team.” She said and straightened her dress. He wondered what she meant by that; this girl was something else. Cute as fuck and an innocent sexuality just oozing out of her. She looked at him and saw the look on his face. He enjoyed that as much as she did, she was happy he asked her to help. She grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. “Thanks Mr. Thomas, I will see you tomorrow.” She said and turned to leave. “Thank you, Madison, you are very helpful.” He said, holding his folders to his chest. “Anytime, Mr. Thomas.” She said and disappeared out the door. He pushed his poor cock around and wondered if he should go to the bathroom now or just hope it goes down before next period. He loved that girl, and he was already thinking of what he could ask her to help with tomorrow. Madison walked slowly down the hall and thought about Mr. Thomas looking up her skirt while he held onto her legs. She shivered as she remembered his fingers on her thighs. She hoped the ladder was back again tomorrow. Coach was a maniac again today. The meet was this weekend, and he was really getting excited. He told her that the girl from Jefferson would be there again and they needed to be ready. Madison felt like her body was better than ever. She was loving these intense workouts. Sam did not participate in any of the running, her legs were still sore. She just sat on the side and stretched. They walked into the dressing room and Madison peeled off her drenched shirt. She pulled off her sports bra and then pushed her shorts and panties down her legs. She was really looking forward to this shower. “You are really pretty.” Sam said softly and Madison looked at her. She looked a little sad. “What’s wrong?” Madison said and sat next to her friend. “Nothing, just looking at your perfect little body and feeling a little inadequate.” Sam said. “You have no reason to feel that way, you are beautiful, and I love your body. You should know that by now.” Madison said. “Thanks, that helps.” Sam said. “Now get those clothes off so I can see it.” Madison said and stood up. “Nah, I only stretched today, I am good. You go, I will wait for you.” Sam said and looked at her naked friend. “Ok, I will be quick, but I have to take one, I am so gross.” Madison said. “Yeah, you are a little smelly.” Sam said and Madison laughed. She walked into the shower and stood under the warm water, feeling her body respond and relax. She soaped up and finished quickly. She grabbed a towel and walked back to her friend. Sam was still sitting on the bench. She dropped the towel and reached for her panties. “Did you eat lunch with Mr. Thomas again?” Sam said and watched her pull up her panties. “Yeah, it was nice.” She said. “Did he pull out the ladder again and get a glimpse of those?” Sam said. “Yeah, he did. Is it wrong for me to let him do that? I kind of like it.” Madison said. “My friend is a perv.” Sam said and smiled. “Yes, but you like me as a perv.” Madison said and pulled her sundress on. “Yes, you are right about that.” Sam said softly. They walked out of the school and headed toward home. Madison grabbed Sam’s hand as they walked. She felt Sam squeeze her hand. They made it to Sam’s house, and she hugged her hard and long. Madison noticed her daddy’s car was still there, that was good. She kissed Sam gently on the lips and hugged her again. “I love you.” Madison said. “I love you too, rock star.” Sam said and Madison giggled. She watched her friend walk slowly up her steps; her legs must still be sore. She saw her look back once and then go into her house. Madison continued down the sidewalk towards her first guy. Barry Jones held his little dog on his lap as he sat on his swing. He was waiting as he always did just to get a glimpse of his little next-door princess. He saw her coming and she was a vision. That little white sundress and those braids. She was precious. He saw her waving at him. He waved back and put Roscoe down on the floor. He watched him shoot off towards her. Madison saw Roscoe fly off the porch and she knelt down. He ran into her and she rubbed his head. He was frantic and licking all over her legs. She giggled as she tried to calm him down. She felt his little tongue on the inside of her thigh, and it felt strange. She finally grabbed him and held him to her chest. He started his cleaning of her neck and ears. She smiled as she walked towards Mr. Jones’s house. Barry loved seeing her kneel and play with Roscoe. He remembered watching her in his old t-shirt in his living room, but this was just as nice. Her legs were so pretty, and the dress was short enough so he could see most of them. Roscoe was flying all over and she was trying to grab him, allowing him to also see the white lace between her legs. His cock was now hard as a rock. He was hard just in anticipation of seeing her but now looking at her legs and panties pushed him over the edge. “Hey, Mr. Jones.” She said as she walked up onto his porch. “Hi Madison, how was your day?” He said. “Great, I am so excited for daddy to come home the day just flew by.” She said. “That is great, what time will he be here?” He said. “He said the normal time, can I hang here until then?” She said and sat on the swing. She set Roscoe down. “Absolutely, you are always welcome to hang.” He said and she giggled. Roscoe continued to try and lick her anywhere he could. “Roscoe, settle down and leave Madison alone.” He said and grabbed the little dog, calming him down. “It’s ok, Mr. Jones, he is just excited to see me. I will probably do the same thing when daddy gets home.” She said. “Well, I am hoping you don’t try to lick him all over.” He said and she laughed. His heart got warmer as he listened to that wonderful laugh again. “I am not sure what I will do, I feel like I have a pound of tears just waiting to come out.” She said. “Yeah, that is normal. Just let it out.” He said, his eyes popped a little as she swung her legs up onto the swing and sat cross-legged, her dress pulling up and showing most of her thighs. “Thanks, I probably will, I have been crying a lot lately.” She said. “Are the Thompsons treating you good?” He said. “Oh yes, they are wonderful. That is part of why I have been crying, I love it there, but I can’t wait for daddy to get home. I feel like I am torn. I will be very happy to have daddy back, but I will miss them terribly. Does that make any sense?” She said and he saw her eyes get a little glassy. “Yes, it absolutely does. You have a way of making everyone around you love you, so I am sure they are going to miss you as well.” He said. “Yeah, Katie has been crying too and I know Aaron is sad.” She said and he nodded, he knew how they felt. “You are a special little girl, and you make a lot of people happy and will continue to do that your whole life I am sure.” He said. “Thank you, Mr. Jones, you are sweet and make me feel good. You wouldn’t happen to have some hot chocolate?” She said and smiled. “I am pretty sure I do.” He said. “Even if I don’t have a pretty bra?” She said and gave him an evil grin. He was amazed at how quickly she could turn from angel to a little flirt. “I think I could make an exception.” He said and she giggled. “I will owe you one.” She said and jumped off the swing. He stood up and followed his little neighbor into his house. He set Roscoe down and started making the hot chocolate. He looked at her sitting at his table smiling at him. She was sitting in that exact spot yesterday with her shirt wide open but today she looked just as good. Her legs were dangling off the chair with her bare feet. Her sandals were laying on the floor, god, she was sexy. He brought over the drink and she picked it up and held it to her chest. She did love her hot chocolate. “I love the warmth. It feels so good.” She said. He smiled at her and just enjoyed watching her drink her drink. They sat in relative silence for a few minutes, and it was nice. “Mr. Jones, can we talk about your wife some more?” She said. “Certainly, sweetie. What do you want to know?” he said. “How old were you when you started going out with her steady?” She asked. “Well, we were sophomores, so I guess around 15.” He said. “So, next year I will find my soul mate?” She said and smiled. “Baby girl, don’t be in a hurry. I promise you that you will find someone special. When you find them you will know.” He said. “So, I shouldn’t just start dropping pencils?” She said and he laughed out loud. She started laughing with him. They laughed and drank their chocolate. He was so happy, she brought such light into his house, it had been mostly missing since his wife was gone. How could a 14-yr-old bring the same light his wife of many years brought? If he believed in reincarnation, he would swear his wife was drinking hot chocolate and looking up at him. That didn’t help his problem of evil thoughts of things he wanted to do to her, now he could justify it in his mind that it was just his wife come back to life. “I think we should go back and sit on the porch so I can watch for daddy.” She said and stood up. “Sounds like a plan. Are you done with your chocolate?” he said and she lifted the cup and drained it. He loved watching her swallow as she downed the rest of her drink. “Yep.” She said and lowered the cup, now wearing a chocolate mustache. She laughed again. He handed her a towel, she wiped her mouth, and they went onto the porch. He sat and she sat again with her legs crossed, now with her bare feet. She looked up at him. “Do you think of her when you are on this swing with me?” She said. “Yes, I do.” He said softly. “Do I remind you of her?” She said. “Yes, you do.” He said. “Good, then you just think about good thoughts and memories when we are out here.” She said. “Yes, maam.” He said and she giggled. “Did your wife like to have her feet rubbed?” She said, knowing the answer as she saw him doing that very thing on this swing many times. “Oh, yes, that was one of her favorite things.” He said and closed his eyes to remember. He felt her shifting and he felt something on his lap. He looked down at two cute little feet. He looked over and she was smiling. He shook his head and started to rub the small feet. They were magical and he ran his fingers through her toes and then pulled gently on each one. He looked at her and she was leaning back with her eyes closed. He continued to rub the wonderful little feet and thought of his wife. Henry pulled into his driveway and he saw Barry and Madison on the swing. He got out of the car and started to walk around towards Barry’s house. He cleared the car and then a white steak appeared, and Madison jumped into his arms. He put his arms around her as her arms had a steel grip on his neck. She said nothing, just held onto him. He walked into Barry’s yard. “Barry, thanks for looking after her.” He said. “Henry, never a problem. She is a wonderful girl and she missed you terribly.” He said and motioned to the hunk of white that was attached to Henry. “Thank you, yeah I missed her badly as well. I am thinking there will be many tears this evening.” He said and squeezed his daughter. “Here are her shoes.” Barry said and handed her sandals to Henry. “Thanks Barry, we will see you later.” Henry said and carried his daughter into the house. They walked in and he sat on the couch, her body still wrapped around him. “Baby, are you ok?” He said and rubbed her back. “Oh, daddy, I am sorry, I just want to hold you. I missed you so bad.” She said and he felt her start to sob. “It’s ok honey, you hold on as long as you want. I am here now.” He said and leaned back on the couch. They sat on the couch, father and daughter, for at least 10 minutes and then she sat up and looked at him. Her cheeks were wet with tears and her eyes were glassy. He pushed some of her hair off her face and noticed her hair was in braids. “Nice braids.” He said and ran his hand down one. “Thanks, Katie did them. She is very good with hair.” She said. “Did you have fun over there?” He said and she started to cry. His heart broke with worry. “What happened honey, did they hurt you?” He said and she shook her head side to side. “No daddy, not at all. I loved it there, I am going to miss them horribly. I have been going crazy the last two days. I could not wait for you to get home, but I was horribly sad that I had to leave them. Am I crazy?” She said and cried into his chest. “No honey, you are not crazy. You are just incredibly loving, and you feel things deeper than most. You are also very lovable, so I am sure they are very sad as well.” He said, his heart relieved “Yes, Katie was crying a lot. Aaron cried too.” She said. “Aaron cried?” Henry said. “Yeah, he looks big and scary, but he is a softie.” She said and giggled. He was glad to hear her laugh again. “Well, I guess we will be visiting them a lot then. Maybe in our new car?” He said and she sat up and looked at him. “What new car?” She said and he pulled something out of his pocket. “The new car we are going to buy with this.” He said and handed her an envelope. She ripped it open and saw a check. “Daddy, what is this for?” She said. “That is my first commission check for all the accounts that you and Mr. Thompson worked for me while I was in training.” He said. “Really?” She said. “Baby, this is $140,000 dollars, whatever you and Brad were doing, keep it up. I have to work hard to make sure we hold onto the accounts, but this is amazing. We can pay off all our debts, get a new car, and get you a nice phone.” He said and she felt her heart get warm watching him so excited. “Daddy, I am so glad that you are happy. It makes me feel good to see you like that.” She said and hugged him. “Thank you, sweetie, what do you say we go out for a nice dinner and then go get you a phone?” He said. “That sounds wonderful.” She said into his chest, still hugging him. He held onto his amazing daughter and leaned back on the couch. Eventually, they got off the couch and she went upstairs to clean her face. He put the check into his wallet and shook his head. He could not believe how well this job was working out. He had three massive accounts before he even started. Now he had a meeting on Thursday and Thompson said it was the biggest one yet. This could turn out to be the perfect job that turns their life around. He turned and saw his daughter coming down the stairs. She was smiling and looked so happy, he liked seeing her like that. They stopped at the bank on their way and deposited the biggest check he had ever held in his hand. They went to their favorite Italian restaurant and Madison was so happy that she did not even notice all the eyes that followed her every move as they walked in. They ordered their food and then daddy excused himself to go to the bathroom. She looked around and then she noticed. It seemed that every table had an older guy and almost all of them were looking at her. She felt her legs tingle. Henry returned to the table and they had a wonderful dinner. They left the restaurant and stopped at a Verizon store to get Madison a phone. She picked out a nice one and got a pink case. He was so glad he could give that back to her. She was such a good sport to give hers up when they were struggling but he knew she was sad. They left the store and headed home. Madison was loving her new phone and loading as many apps as she could on her way home. They got home and she went upstairs to change into her pajamas. She slipped on her blue ones with the shorts. She went downstairs and jumped on her daddy as he was sitting in his recliner. She heard him let out a grunt as she jumped on him. “Sorry, daddy, you ok?” she said. “Yes, baby, I am fine. It is nice to get jumped on again.” He said and she laughed. She laid her head on his chest. “I love you daddy and I am so glad you are home.” She said and he hugged her. “Baby, you have no idea how much I missed you. I am so proud of you for being a trooper while I was away.” He said. “Daddy, do you like your new job?” She said. “Oh yes, it is wonderful. I think it could work out great for us, if I can work hard and get more accounts we can be set.” He said. She heard the excitement in his voice, and she was happy. She sat on her daddy’s lap and they watched TV until it was time for her to go to bed. She kissed him lightly on the lips and then headed upstairs. She stopped at the top of the stairs and looked back at him. “I love you daddy.” She said. “I love you too baby.” He answered. She walked into her room and climbed into bed. She grabbed her phone off the nightstand. She turned off the lights, got under the covers and dialed the number. “Hello?” she heard the voice and smiled. “Hello, Katie.” She said. “Madison, is this you?” Katie said. “Yeah, I got a new phone tonight.” She said. “Baby, that is great. Did your daddy get home ok?” Katie said. “Yeah, we went to dinner and then got my phone. We watched TV and now I am in bed.” She said. “That sounds lovely. I am so glad you are happy and in your own bed.” Katie said. “I wish you were here.” Madison said softly and Katie felt the lump in her throat again. “I wish I was there too, baby.” Katie said. “Can we talk a little while; I miss you already.” She said. “Sure, how was school today?” Katie said. “It was great, I had lunch with Mr. Thomas, he is nice.” She said. “That sounds fun, how is Sam?” Katie said. “She is good, I think. Her legs were sore today, she said, so she didn’t practice.” She said. “I am sorry, I hope she is better soon, don’t you guys have a meet this weekend?” Katie said. “Yeah, we do, are you guys coming?” Madison said. “Are you kidding, we are hooked. That last meet was the most exciting thing I have ever seen.” Katie said. “Good, I like it when you are there. Can we come over to the house after like last time?” Madison said. “Yep, that is kind of a tradition now.” Katie said. “Thank you, sorry for inviting myself over.” Madison said. “Baby, this feels like your home now as well, you can come over here anytime you want, invited or not.” Katie said. “Thank you. I miss my kisses.” Madison said. “Oh baby, you have no idea how much I miss those.” Katie said. “I wish we could kiss over the phone.” Madison said. “We can.” Katie said. “How?” Madison said. “Ok, close your eyes. The hand that is free, touch your lips softly.” Katie said. “Ok.” Madison said and touched her lips with her fingers. “Now your fingers that touched your lips are my lips now. Move them wherever you want.” Katie said. “Ok, I am touching my neck.” Madison said. “It is nice and soft, and I lick it gently.” Katie said. “I am touching my stomach.” Madison said. “I love your tummy; I kiss your belly button and move up slowly. I kiss all the way to your chest and the bottom of your left breast.” Katie said and she heard Madison moan. “Now I kiss that pretty nipple, is it stiff?” Katie said. “Yes.” Madison said in a whisper. “I suck on it and lick it with my tongue.” Katie said. “Now I move to the other one and kiss it as well. I suck on it gently.” Katie said and she heard another moan. “Do you want to go further, sweetie?” Katie said. “Yes, please, I am moving my fingers into my shorts.” Madison said. “Oh baby, I am kissing those pretty thighs. I run my tongue up to your pretty pussy and kiss the lips gently. I lick slowly around and then run my tongue inside.” Katie said and he heard the young girl breathing hard. “Are you close, baby?” She said. “Yes.” Another whisper. “Move your finger to your little button. I kiss that softly. Rub it softly as I kiss it.” Katie said. “Oh yes, please kiss it more.” Madison said. “I take it in my mouth and suck on it, rub it now and cum for me baby.” Katie said and she heard a gasp. Katie listened to the young girl orgasm and it was one of the sweetest sounds she had ever heard. She waited patiently. “Katie?” Madison said. “Yes, baby.” Katie said. “I love you.” Madison said. “I love you too, sweetheart.” Katie said.

 Mary At Night Written by Jappio    Wednesday, 19 August 2009 00:00 It had been couple of weeks since camp. Mary really didn't do a whole lot afterwards. Julie and Jenny both were busy or something, so they weren't around to make her do anything. Mary would often think about the events at camp and on the way back; she really couldn't forget it. Around the house, when she was sure her parents were gone, she would close all the windows and run around undressed. She would start off slow though, merely walking around in her underwear. She ventured the rooms like this for a bit, and then she would take off her bra and continue. Eventually she would than remove her panties. She would say to herself, "I'm actually enjoying this." She wasn't quite comfortable with it fully though, and didn't really find herself just sitting on the couch watching TV too often. She considered going outside, but quickly dismissed the idea. Without the two girls around, she really couldn't push herself. One hot night, she found herself unable to sleep. It was much too warm that night. She was in a gray boring t shirt, some black cotton shorts, and a pair of sky blue panties. She was so bothered by the warmth. She tried getting up and getting a drink, but it was no good. Back in her bed she couldn't stand it anymore. After checking to make sure her door was closed, she removed the shorts from her. She knew her parents were sound asleep by then. After getting back into bed she did feel much better now that she had less on. She still wasn't tired though. She felt bored, and restless; she needed to do something. Then like fate, her phone started to ring. She quickly got out of the bed and went to it. Realizing though as she was answering it she no longer had her shorts on. She wasn't use to being dressed like this, so she was fidgety as she asked who was on the other end. "Hey, glad you're up. It's me, Julie, and Jenny is here too. We were thinking of maybe coming and picking you up, having some fun." "What, now? It's almost midnight," Mary responded. "Yeah, why not. We could have a lot of fun. Here, we'll come to talk to you right now. You're in your bedroom?" Julie asked. "Yes, sure, just let me throw something," but before she could finished they hung up. Mary now looked around the room to find her discarded shorts. Before that could happen though Jenny was knocking on her window. Mary really couldn't just leave her waiting there so she went over to the window, made sure her shirt was covering up, and opened up the window. "Oh, I hope we didn't wake you or anything," Jenny said noticing the way Mary was dressed. "Oh, no it's OK, I wasn't able to get to sleep, I'm not tired," Mary explained. "Great, so come on out, we can go have some fun then, that should make you sleepy," Jenny said as she motioned her to climb out the window. "Let me get a little more decent, I couldn't go out in this. It's embarrassing enough you caught me in just this," Mary said as she turned to go look for something to put on. "In just that, you are dressed plenty much," Jenny said as she reached in and flipped up the back of Mary's shirt, revealing her pantied butt. Mary quickly tugged her shirt down, turning red due to Jenny's giggling. "Scratch that, you're dressed more than enough. If you really consider that something embarrassing to be caught in, me and Julie have a lot more work to do." "I can't go out on the town like this Jenny. I need to at least get pants," Mary argued. "Oh, its not like we're going to a club anything. With this warm night that is the way to dress. Also we were thinking this wouldn't be a normal hang out time. We were thinking we'd have THAT kind of fun if you know what I mean," Jenny said, once again motioning for Mary to come out. "Oh, but, in just this... We aren't going anywhere risky? I don't' know if I want to walk out in the front yard like this, much less anywhere else." "It'll be fine, Julie is parked out there right now. We won't do anything you don't want to try anyways. Remember, we're pros at this, we know how to handle this," Jenny explained. Mary stopped to think for a second. The last time she had done this kind of thing, it left her pretty embarrassed and scared. Yet at the same time it was fun and exciting, she did want to try more of it, but she didn't think she would be picked up at night for some of this 'training'. Mary saw Jenny's face though, and she seemed really excited to try this. She checked down and saw the shirt was pretty long. Even with the shorts, half the time you couldn't see them. She was for the most part decent. She peaked out the window, making sure no one else was standing around. Mary took a deep breath and climbed out the window. She probably gave Jenny a great look at her panties. When she was finally fully out of the window, and seeing the huge grin on Jenny's face, she knew she probably saw. Mary was already nervous. She felt plenty undressed. With only a t shirt and panties it didn't feel like she was wearing much. The warm night air didn't send chills through her, but there was a breeze she could feel go up the shirt and on her thighs. She thought then about the shirt and what would happen if her nipples got hard. She tried to put the thought out of her head though, it would probably make the ideas come true. Jenny was already walking out towards the front yard. They were at the side of the house, and it was mostly concealed. The neighbors house was hidden behind a fence, and the only way people would be seeing in was from Mary's room or the road. On the road Mary could see Julie sitting in the car. Mary took a deep breath and then quickly walked out into the front yard. All the neighbor's lights were off, and the street had no one but Julie and Jenny. That time of night Mary's neighborhood was pretty quiet. Jenny and Mary both got into the car, and they drove off right away. Mary was already plenty excited and scared from just the short walk. She hadn't even really comprehended she was in a moving vehicle yet, and she didn't even know where. "Hey there, just get out of bed or something?" Julie asked looking at how Mary was dressed. "Jenny said I was fine this way," Mary said getting afraid that maybe Jenny tricked her. "It's fine, look at how I'm dressed," Julie said. Mary looked up into the front seat. Julie seemed to be in the same state of dress as Mary. Then though Jenny reached over and pulled the shirt up to Julie's tummy. Mary gasped, "You're not even wearing panties!" Mary was partially in disbelief. "Well of course, you can't be the only one having fun," Julie said as Jenny let go of the shirt, Julie not bothering to straighten, leaving a lot of her legs showing. Mary thought for a second, maybe she was safe. If Julie was in even less dress, it must mean they wouldn't do anything too crazy. But Mary remembered that the two of them were suppose to be pretty experienced in this, and that her being partially undressed didn't mean anything. Jenny though was wearing shorts and a pretty short top showing off her stomach. Both looked like they too just got out of bed. "I'm almost afraid to ask, but what are we going to do?" Mary said, as she sat back, waiting to hear what. "Oh, we aren't fully sure. We might just do a few quick runs some places. We'll see what we come up with," Jenny explained as they continued to drive through the night. "Hey, Mary, hand up your shirt for a sec," Jenny commanded Mary. Mary was caught off guard a bit, and didn't do it right away. "Oh come on now, its night time, its plenty safe," she said. This time Mary peeled the shirt off of her, leaving her in just her panties. Shortly after that though, the car came to a halt. "OK Mary, you can come with us or not, but you don't have to of course if you don't want to. I'm in the mood for a quick walk, you'll have to come as you are if you want to see," Julie said with a wink as she got out with Jenny. Jenny still had Mary's shirt. Mary looked out the window with her eyes wide as Julie took off her shirt. Julie was now there, naked in the night. Mary couldn't quite see too well since it was too dark, but could tell she had nothing on now. Noticing the vacantness of the road, Mary decided to step out for a moment. She hid from the road by hiding by the car and looked as Julie and Jenny started walking off, as if nothing bothered them. Mary looked both ways down the road. She felt way too vulnerable standing there by herself. She had to follow the other two and see Julie do this. Quickly catching up, she walked along with the two, Jenny holding most of the clothes. Mary felt nervous most of the time, specially with herself in just a pair of panties, yet seeing Julie do it fully naked kept her plenty distracted. They arrived at the entrance of a park, Jenny and Julie walked right in. Mary was hesitant to follow in, but knew she wasn't going to go back or wait out front, so she followed. She knew that she did have a choice in these adventures, but Jenny and Julie knew how to make it seem as if she didn't. Jenny stopped though when she saw a couple sitting on a bench, enjoying the night sky. They had yet to even notice the three people approaching, two of them awfully exposed. "Julie, Mary, get your shirts on," She said as she handed the shirts back. After being covered again Julie gave Jenny some kind of nod. "We're going to go walk by these people, and don't worry, you're plenty covered," Jenny explained as they started walking down the path. Mary noticed the path was lit, and she wasn't 100% content with it. Seeing Julie doing it with even less on made her able to through with it. As they were passing the couple though, Julie made a sudden move. She found her way behind Jenny and quickly yanked down Jenny's shorts. In an instant Mary could see Jenny's pert butt bathed in the overhead light. She then realized what a view the people on the bench were seeing. Jenny tensed up for a moment. Shock came over her as she suddenly let out a slight scream. Julie just laughed as she continued to pull the the shorts down to her ankles. She struggled for a moment and wiggled her legs. She then turned towards Mary. Her face was red with embarrassment and distress. With her legs now tangled in her shorts partially, she reached down to try and pull them up. Mary watched in awe as she thought of the view from behind. She was bent at the waste, practically bottomless, the couple were probably getting a great view. It didn't end yet though. Jenny struggled but soon toppled over onto the grass as Julie got the shorts over her feet. She waved them in the air in triumph and then started to run off with them. Jenny sat up a bit, still with shock on her face. She covered up her exposed self and got up. She held one hand loosely over her pussy, and ran. Mary watched as her and her jiggling butt chased Julie. Julie ran circles around the bench and Mary, laughing the whole time, Jenny thoroughly embarrassed now. Julie threw the shorts to Mary, which Mary was lucky to catch. Mary didn't know what to do with them. Julie said something to the extent of run, but Jenny got up to Mary. Mary could just feel how embarrassed Jenny must have been, she quickly handed over the shorts to her. "Thank you so much Mary!" Jenny said as she got the shorts back on quickly. She looked back at the couple on the bench, in just as much shock as Mary. They both had amused looks too though, almost chuckling. Jenny was still red in the face. "Thanks a lot Julie, why the hell did you have to go and do that, oh man that was just cruel. I can't believe you!" Jenny yelled as she hid her face in her hands and ran off, Mary followed, leaving Julie there saying something about not being such a prune. "Oh my god Jenny, I'm so sorry, that must have been horrible," Mary said, rubbing her back as they were walking out of site of the couple now. Mary felt really bad for her, she knew she would have felt humiliated after something like that. "You better be sorry. That was such a good run too," Jenny said as she seemed to be making a complete 180 turn in her attitude. She still was red in the face with embarrassment, but she seem more happy and full of energy. "Wait, what do you mean?" Mary says getting really confused. "Well you seem to forget fast, and are bad at taking a hint," Julie said as she emerged from the nearby trees. "Julie, how could you do that awful thing to Jenny!" Mary yelled at her, angrily. "It's OK Mary. She did exactly as I wanted her to, she got the hint before," Jenny explained to Mary, who now had a confused look on her face. "You should know I like doing stunts like that." "That was a stunt, you had that planned the whole time?" Mary asked. "Not exactly. Julie here is allowed to do that kind of thing to me anytime she wants. Just as long as its not like around the wrong people. She doesn't need any cue or 'OK' to do it either, but I noticed the perfect place to do it before her I guess," Jenny explained. "In my defense, I was enjoying my nude stroll, I wasn't quite thinking about looking for an audience for you," Julie said. "Oh, always so selfish, always about you," Jenny sarcastically argued. "Well it seemed way too real, next time warn me," Mary requested. "Sure, but make sure to help a bit too, giving me my pants back so soon isn't necessary, but I thank you for the kind gesture," Jenny said. Looking back, Julie checked to see if anyone was around. "OK, back to business." She said as she removed her shirt, leaving her naked once again. "Mary, you'll join me again, right?" "Oh, but with the two people here?" Mary said, worried they could show up any time. "Nah, after that little show, they left the other way," Julie explained. Mary decided to go with it and soon Jenny had both shirts. Jenny then though went up next to Mary. "How about you join me all the way," Julie suggested coyly. Mary wasn't too sure about this idea. Mary though felt something wiggle its way into the back of her panties. Julie had slipped a finger right under the waistband of her underwear, it was resting right along the crack of her butt. "Come on now, you know you like this," She said, wiggling the back of her panties down a just a tad. Mary really couldn't say much though, she was too concentrated on the finger. The light lingering touch it gave, it was so sensuous. "I said admit it, you like this." "I don't know what you are talking about," Mary said with a little short of breath. "You know, this!" Julie said as she pulled the panties down even more, wiggling her finger even more now. Mary was starting to stand on tippy toes. The feeling was driving her mad. She felt so odd, another woman was giving her such a crazy feeling. "I do, I mean, no I don't, no this is weird," She said again is a gasp. "You said you liked this before though, a change of heart perhaps?" She said as pulled the panties down far enough show off her butt behind, and to show off some hairs in front. "You seem awfully confused, I really thought you liked getting naked." Mary than realized she wasn't talking about the finger. Was Julie not actually trying to send any sexual messages? Mary suddenly felt very guilty. "Oh um, yeah I do like it, just sort of hard to admit, ya know?" She said with a forced giggle. Before she knew it though the panties were now guided down to the ground. Mary was too distracted at first to have noticed the stripping, she now felt almost like screaming at the shock. She looked around quickly and saw where they were standing on the path, not too far from the lights, she felt really exposed. "Do we have to keep standing here, someone could come at anytime?" Mary asked looking around in all directions. "Ok, let me get these, I'll be back with the car, that should give you two plenty of time to have fun," Jenny said as she snatched the panties that were on the ground. "Ohh, don't take the clothes with you," Mary said, getting afraid of what could happen. "It will be fine, knowing you, you'll just hide in the trees, should be safe enough," Jenny said as she walked out of the park to get the car. Mary just stood, almost angry. She though knew she was right, and she quickly darted for the trees and stood away from the light, Julie walked over casually. "You know its pretty low risk this time of night. Also if anyone catches you it's not the end of the world," Julie tried letting Mary know. "You've done worse." "It was easier then, we weren't so close to home," Mary said, feeling sort of bad and disappointed in herself. "Ok, how about this for some push, I DARE you to go out and spin around the light pole a few times," Julie dared Mary. "I don't know..." Mary said thinking about it. She thought about her going out, naked and under the light, in plain view, no cover nearby. She could feel herself starting to get wet just at the idea. She wasn't sure though, she wanted more from it. "I'll do it, but you have to do a dare from me, anything I say." "If it's within reason, sure. I have to hear it first," Julie said smiling. "Ok, I dare you to go to the light too, but you have to do a pole dance," Mary said, hoping to see Julie squirm at the idea. "Sounds good, I guess I could give you your own private show." Julie said winking. "Um no, its not that I, it's just I thought it would be embarrassing or something. I mean someone could come while you were," Mary tried explaining, getting red in the face. "Oh I'm sure no one will come, no reason to get embarrassed, only you'll be seeing, and I'll be seeing you naked up there first anyways," Julie said as she nodded her head as a sign for Mary to go. Mary slowly stepped forward. Julie then gave a quick pat on Mary's butt to get her moving. Blushing Mary quickly squirried off to the light. She didn't waste time though, she quickly started doing a few circles around it. She started to get in a daze. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Out in the middle of the park, fully naked and circling around the very bright light. Julie was probably staring at her nude form, all of it. She brought her hands up to her nipples and lightly rubbed them real quick. They were hard and sensitive. She knew not to reach down and touch between her legs, she knew what it might lead to. After about 20 circles, she was getting dizzy and too nervous to stay. She returned quickly next to Julie. "See, not too hard, now watch and learn," Julie said as she quickly took Mary's place at the pole. She started to sway her hips. "I sort of wish I had clothes just so I could strip out of them, would make this not feel so weird," Julie shouted back to Mary. Mary just stood in awe watching Julie. Julie was quite beautiful, and Mary had to admit watching her was quite erotic. Julie danced and swerved around the pole. She would rub it up against her body, between her breast and butt cheeks. She would squat and unsquat. She wasn't the perfect pole dancer, but she was still plenty sexy. Mary almost let a hand wander too far. Mary though looked around to see if anyone had caught her at all. That is when she saw Jenny standing at the park entrance, walking toward Julie. "Well, what did I miss here, hope it wasn't anything too fun?" Jenny said as Julie stopped. "Oh nothing much, you should have seen Mary, she went and did a few spins around this thing. See, she isn't too much of a stick in the mud." "I never thought she was, just trying to rile her up. Mary, why don't you come on down by us," Jenny asked. Mary didn't see the point in hiding anymore, she felt safe enough, especially if the other two were there. She approached them and noticed how her clothes weren't with Jenny. "We should get to the car and go to our next stop," Jenny said as she and Julie headed off, Mary quickly followed. "Where are we going next?" Mary asked, getting worried that they still weren't done, and she felt already pushed enough. "You know we like to keep things a surprise," Julie said as she got in the car, Jenny getting in on her side, leaving Mary the back seat again, which she was happy with since she was naked. They drove off and through the night. It was quiet out, and Mary felt relieved. Julie hadn't gotten dressed, and Mary didn't even know where her clothes were. She just sat quietly, worrying of the next task. Eventually they had reached a gas station. No other cars were parked there, only someone inside probably working behind the counter. "Mary, you get to fill up and pay," Jenny told Mary. "Ha, funny, maybe if you gave me clothes I would," Mary said, assuming she was just joking. "Here's your shirt, put $10 dollars worth in," Julie said handing Mary the shirt. "I have to go out there in just this, but what if," Mary started to say before she was cut off. "Oh your shirt covers plenty and its the dead of night, you'll be fine," Jenny said. With that Mary stopped arguing, and carefully climbed out of the car. She felt the air swirl up her shirt, against her bare bottom. She only had a few inches of safety, she could be exposed to anyone at any time. She filled up the car though, without any situation. She quickly returned to the car door and was about to get in. "Take this and go pay up, would you hun?" Julie said, handing her the money to pay for the gas. Mary wanted to argue, but at the same time, she was getting excited. She decided not to, it would be a repeat of the one that took place just a few moments ago. She looked towards the door of the station, and slowly walked towards it. She took one step at a time, and soon found herself at the door. She opened it and walked right inside. She was almost out of breath. She was now inside a public building, with only a T-shirt on. The man at the counter looked up from the paper he was reading, then looked back at it. Mary slowly walked into the store. She could feel the shirt move across her bare butt, against her hard nipples, and the wetness between her legs slowly dripping down. She knew how little she was dressed, but she felt a little safer seeing the man not staring her down. She didn't know what to do exactly, she just looked around the store, seeing no one. She got nervous though, she felt as if at any moment her shirt could just burst into flames and be a pile of ashes around her feet. Julie and Jenny could just walk right in and take the shirt. They could then hold her arms at her sides, and let the man see everything. While lost in thought her hands rubbed the sides of the shirts. Her hands drifted around to her butt, and gently grazed it. She played with the back of the shirt, she curled her fingers around the hem and felt up her legs till the tips of her fingers touched the bottom of her butt. She could feel how close it was from being exposed. She started to pull the back of the shirt up. She was so lost in thought, she didn't realize what she was doing till the shirt was exposing half her ass. She made a quick yelp and pulled her shirt down, she just realized she was taking this too far, she knew she didn't want to actually be stripped nude in the middle of the store, or at least that is what she thought. "You ok ma'am, ready to pay?" The man said, not looking away from the paper, Mary thanked god he hadn't been watching her fantasizing there. She couldn't really say much except for "Here" when she approached the man. He rang her up, gave back the few cents in change, and Mary left. The whole time she felt she was in a different world, and soon she found herself back in the car, heading off to who knows where. "Well how did it go?" Jenny asked, concerned by the quietness. Mary was a tad startled by the break in silence. "Fine, I guess." Mary said, going over the whole thing in her head again. She was a bit lost. At times she was so very shy, and didn't seem to have the courage to do more, but at other times she couldn't stop herself. "Well we are almost at the next stop, be ready, oh and give us the shirt." Julie asked. Mary handed up the shirt without question now, she was too far gone to argue something that simple. "Ok, we should explain what you are doing before getting there," Jenny said as Mary perked up so she could see what she was expected to do. "You will take your panties, ring someone's door, and then put those panties on the door nob, then we drive off." "Wait, what? I'm just going to give some stranger my panties? And what about not getting caught." "It's just ding dong ditching, and we'll make sure the lights are off in the house, it's real late, no one will catch us, they'll probably be sleeping. Should be a good quick thrill," Julie said, while she handed back Mary's panties. Mary slipped them on and sat to think about it. She was once again being convinced by some inside voice to do it. She felt she couldn't say no. Julie was right though, she knew if it were her, she wouldn't be able to get to the door in those few seconds if someone came ringing the bell at this time of night. Before Mary could think about it more though, they were parked outside some house. "Looks like its dead in there, lets not wait till morning and get going Mary," Jenny told Mary. Mary went with it, she slowly stepped out of the car, closing the door behind her. Her will to go forward wasn't strong enough quite yet, she ducked down next to the car, and waited awhile. She was still running thoughts through her head. She had her hands cupping her breast, slightly rubbing her hard nipples in the process. "They'll be heading off to work tomorrow, and they'll find MY panties sitting there on their handle." Mary thought to herself. She moved a hand down to her panties, feeling them, probably for the last time. "My WET panties," she corrected herself. "Hey Mary, you better get going. Had it been Julie hesitating this much, I'd start honking the horn and driving away," Jenny told Mary out the window. This got Mary's legs moving. Mary stood and looked around and made a quick dash over the person's yard. She reached the door and stood for a moment, looking to make sure no one was around. She could see Jenny and Julie watching out the window of the car. Mary held her finger to the door bell button, and waited a moment. Holding her breath she pressed down on the button, hearing it echo from within the house. She quickly made her move, she began to strip out of the panties. She didn't have time to stop to realize she was outside in some neighborhood stripping off her last piece of clothing. As she had her panties in her hands though, she was suddenly blinded. She didn't know what it was, she looked around and blinked a few times. She was now bathed in light from above. It was some light, one of those that go off when they sense motion. Mary wished she could hide, but there was nowhere, and she remembered what she still had to do. She took her panties, and put the leg hole around the door nob. As she was gripping the door nob though, she felt it turn. Her heart stopped. She could feel herself being pulled forward as her hand gripped tight on the nob. Mary balanced one foot, hand wrapped around the nob, as some woman in a night gown, stared blankly at the naked girl standing in her door way. Mary stared wide eyed at the girl, she could feel her face going red. She was thinking a mile a minute, but could not move. She thought of what this woman was thinking. Of how she viewed her. Of what she could see! Mary was outstretched, one leg off the ground, she could only imagine the view. This stranger at who knows what hour of the night was now witness to her perverted prank. She now saw her there, naked at night, and would now have a face to go with those panties on the door nob. Time started to move again for Mary though, she quickly stood and turned. The woman still in awe watched as Mary ran back to the car, her butt being the last thing she saw as Mary quickly slammed the door shut, laying in the back seat as they drove off. "Oh my god Mary, wish I were you, that looked like loads of fun," Jenny said back to Mary, who still had her face buried in her hands. Mary felt so humiliated. She hadn't recognized the woman, but she still felt as if she knew every secret she had. Mary couldn't stand the feeling, but at the same time, noticed something else. She felt uncomfortable feeling between her legs. She knew the feeling though, she was horny. Yet she wasn't just a little, she was really horny. The only thing that stopped her from bringing herself off was the fact that she was so confused, she wouldn't even have cared that Jenny and Julie would be right there for the whole thing. "I hope you're OK Mary, that wasn't too much, was it?" Julie asked, looking back at Mary. Mary sat up, she was still plenty red, but knew she would be fine. "Yeah, I think so." Jenny now spoke up. "Don't worry, think of that woman as a complete stranger. It will be pretty embarrassing, and will be for a long time, maybe forever. Yet I bet if you learn to love that embarrassment, you won't mind it so much." Mary knew Jenny was right. She couldn't just sulk about it. "So, where are we going next?" Mary asked the other two. "Oh, up for more huh? Didn't think you would," Julie said, smiling as she looked back to Mary. "I wouldn't want to end the night till we're all good and done," Mary said, sort of shocked herself that she still wanted to keep going. She herself didn't know where this confidense was coming from. Perhaps by this point her mind was just too cloudy to think straight anymore. "That's the spirit. I think you deserve some type of reward too. Jenny, lets stop and pull over, so we can go over what we will do next," Julie suggested. Julie went with it and they stopped at the side of the road, still in the quiet neighborhood. Julie and Jenny got out, Jenny holding both T-shirts. Mary too followed out, although she was a bit more cautious about it, she too was just as naked as Julie. "We'll go back to another gas station, but I have something special planned for you. Don't worry, though, I'll be joining you," Jenny explained. She then started to take off her shorts and t shirt. "Julie, hand us out shirts." Mary didn't hesitate to get dressed. Jenny got into the a shirt Mary hadn't seen before. It was tie die and Mary instantly noticed that while it was on Jenny's body, it was much too short. In front Mary could almost see Jenny's pussy, and from behind the bottom of her as cheeks were peaking out. "Ok, hold still Mary," Julie said as Mary did so. She could feel Julie was doing something behind her, and with the back of her shirt. Mary though did not move as she asked, and when Julie was done, Mary couldn't quite feel what was different. "What did you do back there?" Mary asked as she let her hands wander back there. She first checked her butt, and instantly felt her butt, but that was the issue. There was no shirt, just her butt. Her eyes grew wide as she felt up more and found in some way the shirt was fastened so the hem was above the top of her ass. She quickly turned her exposed back side to the car out of site of everyone. She looked down and was relieved the front wasn't showing an equally revealing show. "Ok, so what am I going to be doing that has my butt showing?" "Well, I think we need to pick up some refreshments, probably stop at another gas station. You won't go alone though, Jenny will be joining you." Julie explained. "So I will be just standing there with my butt exposed, how will I avoid getting caught?" Mary asked, now getting worried again at how she would pull off a stunt like this. "Just keep your backside faced away, or just proudly show off your butt, I'm sure no one will mind seeing it. Anyways, look at Jenny here," Julie said. Then as if on cue Jenny raised her arms, raising her shirt, showing off the the bottom of her pussy lips. "She is taking a lot more risks, and will be a good distraction." Mary thought about seeing Jenny like that in the gas station, seeing the person running it watching her as she nearly, or even fully exposed herself. Mary wanted to be witness to that, and wanted to try and risk her exposed state there. Surely it wouldn't be too hard to avoid them seeing her. "Well then girls, time for you two to get in the car so we can go have some fun," Julie said excitedly as she climbed into the car, followed by Mary and Jenny. It didn't take long, and soon they were parked at the nearest gas station. Like before, no one was in site. Mary quickly got out with Jenny, she didn't want to lose her nerve now. Both approached the front door, and walked in. The young man of 20 something was not at the counter, but instead organizing the racks of snacks. Seeing customers he excused himself back to the counter, doing a double take at Jenny noticing the shirt, and wondering what she could have on underneath. Jenny faced away from him, and looked at Mary. She was all smiles, and Mary knew she had to get out of site of the cashier. She walked backwards, facing Jenny, so to keep her butt away from view. Mary though had to stop and watch as Jenny looked down at something on a shelf below. She then calmly bent down to get it. Mary saw the cashiers eyes widen and focus. Mary knew what he was seeing, he was seeing Jenny's bare ass. Mary couldn't keep looking though, it would make this all seem too obvious. She quickly walked backwards and behind the racks so she could stay out of site from the man. Mary didn't have to worry of where her butt was pointing now, so she relaxed. She felt back behind her just to double check it was all real. It surely was when her hand came in contact with the soft skin of her cheeks. Jenny came around the corner, she was still all smiles, she had in her hands some random bag of peanuts, probably from the bottom shelf. Jenny stuck out her tongue and lifted her shirt, flashing Mary. Mary being in a good mood did the same back to Jenny, the two giggled at their naughty game they were having right in the middle of a gas station. Before anything else could happen though, the door opened, and in walked some big man who looked tired, and had been driving a truck all night. Mary quickly faced towards the man, keeping her butt away from him. She hoped he was just getting gas, but he soon was approaching the two girls. Mary clasped her hands behind her, getting nervous. The man got closer and closer, and looked for his own snacks and drinks. He walked right by Jenny and looked at Mary, he seemed a little confused why Mary was staring at him. "Excuse me little missy, I need to get back here." He said pointing to the refrigerator behind Mary. Mary was unsure what to do, she would have to move backwards to keep her secret hidden, but that could put her in view of the guy behind the counter. Mary had little choice though, if she turned away from this man, he would surely see. Mary just backed up and watched as the man got something from the refrigerator. Mary kept her hands behind her, but this may have been a bad move. She was idly rubbing her cheeks. All she could think about was how exposed they were. How anyone could see them back there. She was getting a little too far gone. She though was alert enough to notice when the man was done in the fridge. "Hey, I hope I'm not intimidating you little missy." The man said, seeing Mary still staring at him. "Where are my manners, I'm sure there is something you need from in here." He said as he held the door open for her, with warm inviting smile. Little did he know the real reason why Mary was so worried, and why she wasn't moving even after her offer. "Hey, I'll grab it for you Mary." Jenny said, coming to Mary's rescue. Jenny slipped around the man, and while he held it open, she reached up and started to try and get the soft drink all the way up there. Mary though was no longer staring at the man, but at Jenny's exposed butt. Jenny' stretching that high made it quite noticeable. It was just inches away from the man. Mary also now noticed the man was staring down at Jenny's butt, probably thanking god for his luck now. Jenny got the drink, and the man went off to the counter. "Thank you so much Jenny, I thought I was doomed there. I owe you one," Mary said to Jenny. "Don't worry about it, I'll be sure to find a way for you to pay me back. I was actually considering falling, give him a peak up front, but I don't know if I could have pulled the innocent look too well in that position. Oh well I'm sure he's happy." She giggled back as the man left after paying. "Well how about one day you just expose me to someone, surprise me," She said as she went and continued to look around the store. Mary just stared wide eyed, had she just asked her to strip her in public whenever she wanted? She wouldn't have thought she would be given such trust. Was she serious though. She remembered back to the park, and how she had said she would have wished she had gone along with it. Mary now wandered around with Jenny, still making sure to remember her exposed backside. She still didn't know what to make of it. Before long though She had gathered a few snacks and drinks and now was at the counter, starting to pay for the things. The man at the counter was intently looking between both Mary's and Jenny's shirt. Mary noticed and knew why. She didn't even have to look, she could feel her nipples were hard and poking against the shirt, Jenny probably had the same issue. Mary decided now was the time to find out. She was scared of what would happen, if it was really a joke, but with the things that had been happening, she knew it should be OK. She at least hoped it would be OK. The cashier was saying the price of the things and Jenny placed the money on the counter. Mary then had her arm around the sides of Jenny's shirt. Mary then shouted "Surprise!" as she lifted the shirt upwards. Soon the shirt was going inside out, and Jenny's hands were tangled. All within that instant things were quiet, Jenny though soon realized what was going on and she screeched. Mary was about to let go, but then she felt Jenny struggling. She noticed instantly it was weak. Mary knew Jenny couldn't be that weak, no Jenny was already playing along. Mary knew that she couldn't stop yet, so she also kept the show going. Mary could tell Jenny was getting into it though. As she moved and swayed faking an attempt to escape, her legs waddled apart, she would arch her back one way or the other, and made sure to move her chest to maximize the amount of jiggle on her breast. The clerk just stood and watched as he saw this beautiful woman practically naked in his store. Mary didn't know how long to keep it going, but Jenny seemed to be advancing things herself. She swayed and turned towards her, tieing up the shirt some. She then bent down at the waist, legs partially spread, trying to pull the shirt free from Mary's grip. Mary though held on, but soon all at once the pulling on the shirt stopped. On the ground below her was Jenny; she had fell out of the shirt. She had caught herself with her hands, and now was there on the ground, bent at the waste, her feet 3 feet or so apart, and the clerk staring intently at the wonderful view he was being given. Mary now was in too much awe to do anything. She didn't even remember about her own shirt and exposure. She couldn't recall any other moments that night. She now only stood there, staring at her friend on the ground, naked. She actually wished she could be behind the counter too, just to see this spectacle from that angle. Jenny then reacted, and she scrambled up into a standing position. She was facing away from the clerk and gave Mary a smile and a wink. Mary knew then for sure that she hadn't done anything wrong. Jenny then turned towards the clerk, not even bothering to cover. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry about this. I didn't think wearing so little would be such a big deal, but sadly I have such a rude friend!" Jenny said, in a apologetic tone. Mary noticed that Jenny was also blushing a lot. Mary was almost surprised, specially thinking that she was the one who was suppose to like it. Jenny then frantically danced her hands over her body in a half attempt to cover up. She then turned and swiped the shirt from Mary, who was still too in awe to do anything but stand and watch. She held the shirt in front of her in one hand. This though didn't prove to be too useful, her nipples were still viewable on each side of the shirt as the shirt draped down between them. The shirt's length also didn't help as it stopped right above the top her slit, keeping her for the most part mostly naked. "I'm again sorry, I can't believe this happened. Please keep the change, I'm really sorry." "No don't be ma'am, I understand, and you don't need to be so ashamed." The man said, almost sounding as if he was trying to hit on her. "Well I got to get going, and I can't believe what you did Mary!" She said as she shot an evil glare at Mary and then, stormed off, her butt bouncing and in view as she left. Mary stared at the site, this though reminded her of her own predicament. She was still plenty exposed herself, and she still had to get out. "Um yeah, sorry about that, couldn't really help myself" Mary said as she side stepped and started walking backwards out of the store, keeping eye contact with the guy. "Oh don't be, I should thank you for that wonderful show, come back anytime," He said, still probably picturing Jenny. Mary pressed her back against the door to open it, she could feel her own butt pressing against the cold glass. She was once again outside and saw the car waiting for her. She quickly made her way in and they were soon gone. Jenny then looked back. "Wow, good job, wasn't expecting you to have the guts to try it so soon," she said, starting to laugh. "Yeah, sounded like a real show, are you sure you don't strip girls all the time. Wish I had been there," Julie said laughing along with Jenny. "No! I just mean she said she wanted me to. It was Ok for me to do that, right?" Mary said, worried she might have done something wrong. "That was nearly perfect. I had to slightly run the show a little more, but that's understandable. I might just have to return the favor," Jenny said winking. Mary thought for a second and realized what she was implying with that. "Oh no, its fine, you don't have to!" She said in a bit of a panic, afraid she would soon find herself in the same position as Jenny. "Oh don't worry, when I return the favor you'll know when its coming, you are after all still a beginner," Jenny said as they continue to drive. Mary fell silent now. She couldn't believe all that happen. She had her butt exposed in gas station, and stripped another girl naked. She couldn't get her mind off it. She almost couldn't keep her hand off of her pussy. She could feel herself dripping wet, she was afraid about leaving a mess on the seat, so she removed her shirt. She then sat on it and relaxed about not giving away her dirty little secret now. "Well look at you, getting naked even without our request. I think we finally corrupted her Julie," Jenny said looking back at Mary sitting naked. Mary blushed at this comment, but had realized she had gotten a lot more content with her nudity, even though it was just in the safety of the backseat at night. The car came to a stop and Mary looked out the window. She saw she was once again home. "We're back?" Mary questioned. "Yep, it's been an incredible night though. Two accidentals, my god I can't wait to get home," Jenny said getting out of the car, still naked. "Yeah, I'm glad you decided to come with us. It was a real blast, and I think you'd agree," Julie said taking a brief glance between Mary's legs, which Mary quickly clamped together as she blushed. Julie also stepped out of the car. Mary looked out into her neighborhood and saw very little activity. She also stepped out of the car. The three girls all joined in a big hug. They said their goodbyes and Julie and Jenny got into the car. "Also you guys, keep the shirt," Mary said to them with a smile as she walked, back to her house. She went around the side and found her window still open. She climbed in and found her way into her bed. She no longer felt the humidity around her. She though still couldn't go to sleep, and was still plenty hot and bothered. Her hand instantly found its ways between her legs. She didn't get to bed till much later that night, and she didn't bother to put any clothes on either. For the days to follow her new habit became her wearing much less and sometimes even nothing to bed.

Mailgirls On The Run by eltree Chapter 20 Friday began with Megan at the MARC station waiting to pick up Maria. She was getting tired of providing a taxi service for mailgirls, but then that led to guilty feelings of not wanting to help fellow mailgirls, but how much was too much and then finally she spotted the tall brunette striding towards her little hatchback. "You know if you weren't here waiting for me I'd just call an Uber and go right back to college. I know that I said brave words about finishing what I started, but really." "And I was feeling aggrieved about having to pick you up. Just today and next week and then if you tell me after the race that you're not coming back I might feel good about that. The only thing that stops me from cheering you on is the fear of what Ms Barnes would mete out to the other twenty-three who can't afford to walk away. We are a pair. "We're going to run an 8k time trial tomorrow to let you experience a race situation instead of the endless training. I've recruited some of the women from the Roadrunners Club to provide some competition. It won't be the same as racing against hundreds of others, but lack of race experience is our weakness. Today is Fifteen's last day, tomorrow she'll run as Amanda Peterson. Also the new Mailgirl Thirteen will run tomorrow, she was a high school track star." Megan had a productive day and she firmly put away all thoughts of mailgirls - well, she did notice that Fifteen was on punishment detail, on her last day, even - until Jeremy called late in the afternoon. "Megan, there's been a change to the schedule of the Corporate Challenge." "They haven't changed the date have they?" "No. Due to the unprecedented number of entries we'll be running two races. The men go off at 8:30 a.m. next Sunday followed by the women at ten. Just about every firm and entity that has fielded a team some time in the past will be here next week, plus nearly as many first time entries. Also, the teams from some of the larger firms and agencies will be huge. The inclusion of mailgirls stirred up a lot of interest. We're making plans to have off-site parking at the industrial park down the road with shuttles to bring the runners here. It's a little crazy." "How much of this is due to mailgirls and how much to the likelihood of camera crews? Well, we can credit mailgirls for bringing those in as well. A separate women's race should cut down on the amount of mid-race molestation we can expect. I was wondering how many men would be tempted to cop a feel as they catch up to a naked woman. I do expect most of our mailgirls to be faster than a substantial number of the men, especially those lured out to run by the promise of female nudity." "Abercrombie, the Chief of Security, was pleased to hear about the split. He was worried about protecting the girls in the mob. This will make his folks' job easier. We'll have County and Park Police doing traffic and crowd control along the paths and road through the park. It will cost everyone a few more hours of overtime." "Well, it's certainly driving up name recognition for SG&T, but do we really want to flaunt our reputation as the bank with naked women?" "That question is above our pay grade. I haven't heard any rumblings from the fifth floor or the Board, so it would seem they still believe that mailgirls are a positive investment." Megan met Amanda - previously known as Mailgirl Fifteen -- in the lobby shortly after 6 p.m. The stocky blonde was standing by the rail overlooking the stairway down the the lower ground floor and the glass walls of the Mailgirl Locker Room. She had a suitcase beside her and a garment bag draped over the railing. "How does it feel and how did you manage to earn your way into Punishment Detail today?" "It's surreal. Even after that week at MIT, I'm not sure that I really believe it - standing here looking down at them" gesturing to the several naked women visible through the glass walls. "As for my final 'six of the best' that was inevitable after my send-off last night. Being teased to orgasm for multiple hours with no way to escape leaves you exhausted in the morning after. I'm sure you remember." "I do, which is why the ritual is usually practiced Friday or Saturday night, but with you jetting off last week..." "I never made a single delivery on time this morning and never spent more than thirty seconds on a mat between runs. I'm sure that was not a coincidence." "Well, let's get you out of here and look forward to a relaxing evening and a good night's sleep before tomorrow's run. Then you'll have a week to rest up before the race. We need to stop at a running store on the way to my condo to pick up shoes for Thirteen. And if you don't have running clothes in your suitcase, something for you to wear unless you plan to go with your mailgirl persona tomorrow." Amanda settled into Megan's spare room after a pleasant dinner together. She emerged to join her hostess in front of the television to watch Fox 5's Special Report. It was being aired in two parts straddling the ten o'clock newscast. The broadcast opened with an artful shot of the pack of mailgirls starting off in the time trial, shown from behind thus avoiding full frontal nudity on the airwaves. Tiffany Ambergris, thin, blonde, improbably busty - 'perfect mailgirl material' Amanda commented - began, "Next Sunday we will see the collision of two worlds. The Corporate Challenge is a little known local competition between joggers representing various local companies and agencies. It has never gotten any notice in the media and most of the employees in the companies that field teams have never heard of it. This year, however, is different as Sloan Guaranty and Trust, notorious for employing naked women as in-house messengers known as mailgirls will be represented by some of those naked women in the race. These are their entries" - the screen switched to a grid of headshots - "known only as Two, Three, Four, Five, Twelve, Fourteen, Fifteen, Twenty-two, and Twenty-three. Megan and Amanda both gasped upon seeing their faces on the screen. "Those are cropped from our ID photos, how did they get those? And Sarah?" "To take part in this race these women venture out of the SG&T building onto a course that runs from the bank passing through the nearby county park." The background now showed the start of that time trial in August, segued to a shot of the line of women running along the park road, and then Mailgirl Four striding into the finish to the cheers of the crowd of spectators. The clip ended as Megan and Fourteen approached the finish. The video had been artistically blurred to obscure the appropriate parts of the nude women's bodies. "SG&T is hosting this year's race and is responsible for laying out the course. We asked both the County and the Parks Commission about this and received only a written reply that the proper permit had been issued for the event on 12 October. "We interviewed the leader of SG&T's women's team just before this run" and once again they aired Tiffany's brief interview with Megan. "SG&T has declined to make Ms Brooks available for a follow-up interview. Further investigation turned up a Megan Brooks listed in the results of some local races over the past few months including last weekend when she was representing the Montgomery County Road Runners. We have been unable to confirm that this is the Megan Brooks working with the nude mailgirls at SG&T." The rest of the first half hour included interviews with representatives of multiple local running groups answering questions about their reaction to the inclusion of nude women into the upcoming race as well as community activists. The one overriding response was that there was much more interest in participating in the Corporate Challenge. Jeremy, SG&T's Community Relations lead, confirmed there were a record number of entries. There was even a brief clip of someone from the Fox station in Chicago asking SG&T's CEO about the mailgirls. "That's Charlotte's cousin Ben, he doesn't look all that old" Megan commented. The segment concluded with an interview with Megan's college track coach. "Of course I remember Megan. She ran all four years, qualified for Nationals twice, captained the track team her junior year. That was an exceptional group of young women. She graduated with honors then went off to grad school." Amanda let out a breath, "That wasn't too bad. I could have done without the headshot identifying me as Mailgirl Fifteen and you and Two were included as well. I wonder who provided the photos to the tv people?" "Well, seeing as Sarah and I were pictured it wasn't Jeremy. I expect that the IT department and maybe Security will be looking into it. But, we can't breathe easy yet, there's another half hour after the news." An hour later, later than Megan really wanted to stay up considering she needed to be up early the next morning to run, the special report resumed with a warning that there would be nudity shown. "You've described Megan as a team leader and a mentor to the younger runners. Did your opinion of her change when you learned that she had become a Mailgirl?" Coach Marsden looked grim, "We were all shocked, that didn't fit with the young woman that we knew. We concluded that it said more about the bank than it did about Megan. I don't know that anyone here has talked to her since she moved to Washington. She donated generously to the Alumni Fund last year, but that's been the only interaction between her and the college that I know about." "She's now coaching a team of mailgirls for a ten k race. Has she reached out to you for advice?" "As I said, I don't know anyone at the college that has talked to her in the past three years. I'm sure she'll do a fine job with her team. She will understand the pressures that they are under just as she empathized with the younger students on the team here as they adjusted to college life." The report then switched to the time trial back in August with Megan and eight mailgirls on the starting line. Peering closely at the tv she noted that they had artistically blurred the view of crotches and nipples while showing the nudity of the eight women. The camera crew had remained in the SG&T parking lot so they showed the runners including Megan at the beginning and end of each lap. She wondered if any wives and girlfriends would cry shame on the men in the crowd cheering, leering, at the mailgirls. Brendan was clearly identifiable as he handed her a cup of water at the end, nearly a minute before the first mailgirl finished. The race coverage concluded with a closeup of Mistress V paddling the last three finishers as they leaned over one of the water tables. Tiffany reappeared on the screen saying, "None of these mailgirls made the team for the Corporate Challenge. Miss Brooks will be leading a different group: "Mailgirl Three, out of the Marketing Department" - the full nude body id photo displayed behind the reporter. "Mailgirl Four, a one-time Financial Analyst" - her photo now on display as Three's was shrunk down to the upper left hand corner of the screen. "Mailgirl Twelve, formerly a bank-teller; Mailgirl Fourteen, a divorcee from Texas; Mailgirl Fifteen, another Financial Analyst soon relocating to Chicago; and Mailgirl Twenty-two, a recent college graduate from New York." Each got the full-body shot displayed to the right of Tiffany before being relegated to the lineup on her left. "Ms Brooks is not SG&T's only more conventionally clothed entry, but the fortunes of SG&T's team are expected to rest on the speed of the half-dozen mailgirls. The slowest runners in the race we witnessed were subjected to 'the agony of defeat' - does that fate await the team next weekend?" Amanda was livid. "I'm going straight to HR on Monday, they need to find out who gave those photos and identifications out. That's just not right, I'm not a mailgirl any longer." Megan was more introspective. "I don't know when they put together this report, but they are behind the times: you are no longer a mailgirl and Four won't be running. No mention of Twenty-three, either. I can't believe that Jeremy or anyone else in Community Relations was their source. Bob Starnes and I will complain to the Fifth Floor. Or maybe Charlotte can get to the bottom of this. "Well, we've got a time trial tomorrow morning. I'm going to bed." Megan had barely gotten settled in when her phone sounded off with the ring tone she'd assigned to her parents - not one that she'd heard often in the past three years. "Dad is Mom okay?" Why else would he be calling her at this hour - well, an hour earlier in Iowa. "Your mother is fine, Megan. We just finished watching a half hour 'Special Report' on mailgirls and the Corporate Challenge. What have you gotten yourself into now?" "Well, if you watched the report, I think Tiffany laid it out pretty well. I have to state that this wasn't my idea. Community Relations offered to host the race and then the Fifth Floor - that's where the executives that manage the Maryland office live - decided that we needed to field a competitive team. They transferred in a couple of men from Chicago and San Francisco, but had trouble finding women runners willing to make the move. Then someone realized that our top female finisher in last year's race was a former mailgirl - that is to say, me - and I was directed to select and train a team of mailgirls to compete for the honor of good old SG&T." "So you've been leading a group of naked women running through the streets?" "Our Maryland office is located in a suburban office park that abuts a county park. The course runs around and through the parking lot and out onto the park road for a short stretch. The time trials and subsequent training have all been early on a Saturday or Sunday and both the bank's security people and the police have been there whenever we ventured outside. The mailgirls are only formally training twice a week. They get plenty of exercise in the course of their duties." "We only saw Samantha when they showed the headshots at the beginning. Did we miss her?" "No, the trial they filmed comprised eight mailgirls who did not make the team. Sam ran the next day without news cameras in attendance. Where did you see the report?" "It was aired by the Fox affiliate in Chicago." "Well, if they air the second half hour, there are full body shots of each of the team members and Sam is identified as a recent college grad from New York. She's been doing really well in training." "Are you okay?" "I really didn't need this, my hope was that everyone would forget that I was a mailgirl. Now everyone at work has been reminded of my past and it's spreading out into the community. Plus, I'm constantly clashing with Human Capital about their treatment of the mailgirls on the running team. I'll be so glad when the race is over and done with and life gets back to normal - well, as normal as it gets working for a bank employing naked women." "We'll wait up for the second part of the report." "And I'm going to bed. It's up early again tomorrow for one last run with the mailgirls before the race. It was good to talk to you, Dad." "And you, Megan. Good night." Amanda was not interested in rolling out of bed the next morning. "No, it's the weekend, I don't have to get up early." "We're running a time trial today, you can sleep in for another half hour if you don't want eat anything before running." "Fine, just let me sleep." Half an hour later Megan walked back into her guest room, flipped the ceiling light on and pulled the covers off the naked form of the former Mailgirl Fifteen. "There is no sense in me running today, I'm too tired and too sore. Mistress V laid those six on extra hard." "Yes, well, and I can use your performance today as an argument to lay off corporal punishment for the others this coming week. We won't mention your send-off Thursday night." Megan and the reluctant Amanda pulled into the SG&T parking lot at 7:30 and spied several women stretching near the stairs leading up to the front entrance. "It looks like Shayla came through with her promise to recruit some friends to run with us today." Megan walked up to the trio of women. "Good morning, Sharon, thanks for coming out to help us today." She looked at the other two, "I'm Megan Brooks, I was assigned to select and train a group of mailgirls to run the the Corporate Challenge next week. This is Amanda Peterson, another SG&T analyst. Is anyone else coming, do you know?" An older brunette straightened up and said, "I'm Jenn. Shayla and I teach together. She and three other women headed off with a redhead - Carla?- to jog the 3k loop." "That would be Charlotte, she started here about a month ago because her Air Force husband was transferred into the area." The third woman who looked to be a teenager to Megan spoke up, "I'm Hilarie. I know Shayla from the roadrunners. "Thank you for coming. Most of our mailgirls were not runners and next Sunday will be their first official race. We ran time trials to select a team from among the mailgirls here, but all of their running has been in a small group of women they know. You'll be the first non-employees or ex-employees that they've competed against. "I'm going into the Mailgirls Locker Room to get them ready to come out. Access to the locker room is limited, but you can follow me into the lobby and look down if you like." Hilarie inquired, "Can you really see the mailgirls showering from outside?" "The tables against the railing are always occupied. Many employees arrive early to order coffee and watch the mailgirls prepare for the day. The coffee shop does several times the morning business of the average Starbucks or other coffee chain that you might favor." The three women followed Megan into the building and stopped in the lobby while she continued down the staircase to the level below. Two mailgirls were visible beneath the shower heads and another was perched on a shelf, legs spread wide as she shaved her public area. Two more women entered the glass enclosed area from a door in the back wall. All were completely, gloriously nude as advertised. Jenn wondered, "Are any of those women the ones we'll be running with today?" They watched Megan swipe her id card at the exterior door and walk through the locker room and then disappear through the back door. They continued staring at the sight below, oblivious to the growing crowd in the lobby. Megan re-emerged into the locker room followed by several women who were all carrying something. Still more women entered from the back door and then Megan turned and led half a dozen mailgirls out of the locker room and up the stairs. Sharon, Jenn, and Hilarie were agog -- reading about mailgirls just didn't convey the reality of six naked women trailing behind their fellow Roadrunner. Megan led the parade out SG&T's front door, followed by their three guests. The mailgirls moved to either side and helped each other don a web of satin straps supporting their generous breasts. They then slipped on barely there shoes onto their feet - all except one woman who had no breast strapping and wore more conventional shoes and footie socks. Hilarie asked the odd girl out, "Why are you different from the other five?" "I'm new and haven't been given a bra yet. Ms Brooks bought me a pair of running shoes since mine are all in storage." Megan interjected, "Thirteen, you need to learn to refer to yourself in the third person - this Mailgirl, not I. Personal pronouns lead to demerits." Then she noticed Charlotte, Shayla, and two other women jogging in across the parking lot. "Okay, the race goes promptly at 8. Have you three seen the course?" Sharon responded, "we jogged around the yellow line, Charlotte took the other three around the rest of the course." "Today, we're running eight k; that's twice around the one k loop following the yellow line, then twice on the three k loop - the blue line. Next week we run ten kilometers, so one yellow loop followed by three blue. There will be lapping next week, I didn't lay out the course." She gestured off to the side, "Water is available on the table, I've told them we're going to need a lot more tables next week, especially if we get a warm day." Charlotte led her group up to Megan who greeted the trio, "Good morning, I'm Megan Brooks and that's Amanda over by the table. Thank you for coming. And these are Mailgirls Three, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Twenty-two, and Twenty-three. Per SG&T policy they can only be addressed by their mailgirl designation for the duration of their employment, use of their names is punishable." "I'm Shayla, this is Dorothy and Julie. We're all signed up to run in the Corporate Challenge, so we're please to get a chance to preview the course before next week's madness." Julie spoke up, "I thought Fox 5 showed pictures of nine mailgirls that would be running and I specifically remember Two, Three, Four, and Five heading the list." Megan sighed, "That listing was a mix of outdated and provocative. Four slipped on the stairs on Monday and broke her ankle. The former Five resigned last year at the end of her two year contract and now works for a federal agency." Deeper sigh. "And I was Mailgirl Two and am likely to blame for this whole clown show since I ran the Corporate Challenge last year just a few weeks after morphing back to a Financial Analyst and finished several minutes ahead of the next woman from SG&T. The Fifth Floor - what we call the management team here - reasoned in their testosterone fueled competitiveness that what one mailgirl could do, twenty-four others could match. I pointed out that my success followed on four years of cross country and track in high school and another four in college, but you see how well that argument worked" waving at the six naked women standing about. "I don't understand why you signed on as a mailgirl and even more so why you would continue to work for a company that literally enslaved you." Twenty-two cheerfully interjected, "Oh, that's easy, she had to stay around to look after her little sister, the mailgirl." Hilarie looked from Twenty-two to Megan, "Your sister is a mailgirl?" Twenty-two answered instead, "Yes, she's my older sister and what's more I freely applied for the job as opposed to being coerced. You should have seen the look on her face when I showed up in the locker room last year. Horror alternated with an urge to murder. Then Dad decided to blame her for me becoming a mailgirl - well, she alerted me to what was possible, but it was completely my decision. I've been telling him that for the past year." "And this behavior is why she's the most frequent member of the lunchtime punishment line-up." added Megan. "There are six mailgirls and six of you so I propose we score this as a cross-country meet with Charlotte, Amanda, and I as non-scoring guests. I'll treat you all to brunch if your crowd wins, Shayla, and will arrange a spaghetti dinner Saturday if the mailgirls triumph." Hilarie cried, "You're on." Megan led the way to the staring line and introduced the other women to Bob Starnes. "Five minutes, Ms Brooks." The crowd of spectators continued to swell as the coffee crowd came out to see the show. The fifteen women, clothed and not, started forward on Bob Starnes command. The women largely ran together through the first two short loops though Amanda and Twenty-three were obviously laboring. No one seemed to want to take the lead until Shayla, followed by Hilarie accelerated upon emerging from the trees, turning left onto the park road. Three and Thirteen gave chase, while Megan continued to run comfortably alongside her sister and Fourteen. At the turn back towards the SG&T parking lot Megan looked over her left shoulder and saw Charlotte chatting with two of the Roadrunners. Shayla led through the finish line for the third time closely trailed by Three and Hilarie. Megan and Fourteen passed a tiring Thirteen on the final trip along the park road and that order held to the finish. Charlotte was next across the line followed by Thirteen, the next two Roadrunners, then Twenty-two, the last pair of Roadrunners - Sharon and Jenn - just ahead of Twelve. Amanda and Twenty-three came in together, more than a minute in arrears. Megan totaled up the score in her head and announced, "I make it Roadrunners 26, Mailgirls 30 so it looks like brunch is on me." Megan was seated at a table with the six women from the Roadrunners Club. Amanda had begged off, Sarah said she was going home to her husband, the mailgirls were, of course, still at SG&T. With a round of mimosas in front of them and their brunch orders given to the server, Shayla leaned over and said, "So, you were a mailgirl?" Hilarie added, "and your sister is a mailgirl." Megan sighed and responded, "I'd been working for SG&T in Chicago since I finished up my finance degree at Iowa when my boss told me that I needed to apply for one of the positions opening up at the brand new DC headquarters. She had been a mentor to me so I put in my application, was interviewed by one of the new VPs, and was on a plane to Washington before I knew what happened." "Upon arriving here I interviewed with another VP and the head of Human Capital and was told that in accordance with my boss's recommendation I was being offered a Senior Financial Analyst's job to start after I completed a two year contract as a mailgirl. The mailgirl job paid what I was making in Chicago, plus a signing bonus, a completion bonus, and the guaranteed promotion to Senior Analyst in two years. Or I could go job-hunting with no recommendation. A week later I was flown First Class to the West Coast for mailgirl training at Dumpster Dawg Enterprises. Then, two years as a naked courier at the SG&T campus, sleeping in a niche in the basement of the building, eating half of my meals out of dog food bowls on the floor of the cafeteria, and generally being abused physically and most of all, emotionally. And finally, when the end of my ordeal was in sight, my younger sister shows up as Mailgirl Twenty-two. She had applied for the job." The other six women let out a collective breath and Sharon ventured, "Were you used ... sexually?" "SG&T sticks by a strong no physical interaction policy except for Mistress V doling out punishments. We are all paddled, strapped, caned on a fairly regular basis to expiate the demerits we were assessed for falling short in our performance. Mailgirls are prohibited from using furniture so our sore assess never had to cope with hard seats. "Some of the senior executives will get handsy when we serve at an after-hours affair at the bank, but it was mostly two years of sexual tension. Masturbation is prohibited but universally practiced and mailgirl on mailgirl sex in the dormitory is rampant. Most newly stripped mailgirls stoutly avow that they are not lesbian, but the other twenty-three women are the only ones available to provide comfort and sexual relief. "Once, Mailgirl Eleven seduced a guy in IT and when they were discovered in the act, he was summarily fired and we all got a week's worth of punishments. The only one of us who was having heterosexual sex was Mailgirl Three who had been Mr Soames' mistress before becoming a mailgirl and is again." "And your sister applied for the job...." "Sam was finishing up a degree in Hotel Management and wasn't really looking forward to joining the working world. She tells me that being a mailgirl is her 'gap year' and she treats the experience as performance art. She's not into the physical punishments, but teasing an entire building with her naked body - that's a rush. And taking the long view she'll come out with a pile of money and a guaranteed job with a hotel that SG&T has a financial interest in." Dorothy inquired," How much money do mailgirls get paid?" "The financial professionals that are coerced into the job get their normal salary plus the signing and completion bonuses. The direct applicants are hourly employees working for minimum wage plus time and a half for overtime - mailgirls rarely work a forty hour week - plus the bonuses. Zero expenses. Mailgirls are housed in the SG&T basement, are fed by the SG&T cafeteria, pay no health insurance, and can't get off campus to spend any money, nor do they have access to any funds. "While a mailgirl, SG&T manages their finances, pays off any loans and fully funds their IRAs out of their paychecks. If they quit before their contract is up, SG&T claws back the signing bonus, bills them for the training at DDE, plus their food and housing as a mailgirl. Since we're talking young women that signing bonus often disappears to pay off student loans and a prematurely ex-mailgirl is usually looking at a mountain of debt as opposed to a fat bank account after two years. "I bought a new car and put down a whopping down payment on my condo." "How can you work with people who saw you naked and abused for two years? Isn't that difficult?" "I was planning on taking the first plane back to the Midwest at the end of my contract, but then my sister showed up and as she said, I stayed to look after her. Since I returned to a cubicle my boss has been nothing but professional and I enjoy the work. Mostly I just kept my head down for the last year. Surprisingly, my all too visible role as leader of the Mailgirls' Running Team seems to have led to me being perceived more as a regular bank employee and not as a naked slut." Hilarie piped up again, "One of the mailgirls - Fourteen? -- looks to be older, not someone I would call a young woman." "Maria, Fourteen, was a deeply depressed divorcee. An acquaintance of her ex who works for SG&T suggested turning her into a mailgirl as shock therapy. I can only say that she is in a much better state of mind than when she showed up here and she's looking forward to returning to the world." "So what happens after the race is over?" "Hopefully, life goes back to normal, whatever that is. Meanwhile I've got one more week of fighting with Human Capital to allow the mailgirls time to train and even more hopefully, prohibit any corporal punishment this week so that we don't have any mailgirls trying to run while suffering the after-effects of a caning or being strung up in some stress position. I'm fearful of post-race retaliation; Ms Barnes and I have clashed repeatedly on her treatment of the running team. So far, the Fifth Floor has largely supported me, but post-race I don't know." Hilary boldly spoke up, "Should I apply to be a mailgirl? It sounds like I could fund my college education that way." "I would advise against it. SG&T is about as good a situation as there is for mailgirls. We acquired a mailgirl from another firm. She had been a sex slave there and her 'exit interview' was gang rape before she was packed in a crate to ship here. Our legal department referred her case to the DA in San Francisco. SG&T's first mailgirl was hired just over three years ago: one woman quit and fled the state, three signed on for another two years, five transitioned back to normal jobs at SG&T, five went elsewhere. Originally SG&T hired mailgirls from within, but I suspect the pool of attractive, busty, single women working for the bank has largely dried up and most of the last three groups were outside hires, almost all of them college graduates." Food started arriving and Megan managed to steer the conversation away from naked women and learned more about her new acquaintances. The discussion with Ms Barnes on Monday was short and acrimonious. Bob Starnes had come through and the Fifth Floor had backed Megan's request to stop corporal punishment of the running team members until after the race. Megan feared for their hides the week following. The saving grace was that Mailgirls Sixteen, Seventeen, and Eighteen would be coming to the end of their contracts and new mailgirls would need to be trained so that crippling a half dozen would leave the department short-staffed. Maybe Ms Barnes would be reasonable. A woman could dream. Wednesday morning Mailgirl Five arrived in front of Megan with a box. As Megan swiped Five's MMU to acknowledge receipt, the redhead spoke, "Twenty-three's violin was delivered yesterday and she played for us in the evening. With my cello we could make music together." "Mr Fforde has already mentioned that the picture of your cradling the next of your cello between your breasts is a compelling vision. I expect you'll see it soon." "Your sister asked if you could arrange for her to get her keyboard out of storage, she's thinking of a string trio for the Executive Christmas Party." "I'll talk to Mr Fforde and see if I can wrest his attention away from Mailgirl Fourteen long enough to sell that to the Fifth Floor. Now, off to the mat at Ms Kirk's desk to await your next delivery." Megan slit open the top of the box and lifted out a shimmering powder blue top with SG&T inscribed in gold across the chest. She pulled five more out the box, then the next item out of the box was a powder blue satin version of the Peavy-approved running bras with a gold SG stretching across the open right cup, &T across the left. "I wonder if Bob got a box of tops for the men." Megan devoted the rest of Monday to bank business until left to take Maria to the MARC station. Tuesday was all bank business and then Wednesday, she was on a roll. How long could it last? Mailgirl Twenty-two ran her final treadmill workout on Tuesday with Twenty-three on the next machine. As usual the exercise room was full up though Twenty-two wasn't impressed with the level of effort that any of the men were putting in. She noted their focus was primarily on her - Twenty-three looked immeasurably better than she had when she'd emerged from that shipping crate, but Twenty-two still had two cup sizes on her and eight inches in height, plus great hair. She was taking it easy as per Megan's instructions, but she also noted that her machine was rumbling along quicker than the other mailgirl's - those bastards at Mohr Brothers had really done a number on her. Twenty-two hoped they all went to jail; they certainly deserved it. Wednesday morning her MMU summoned her to Human Capital. Twenty-two pondered as she sprinted down the hall: trouble or perhaps the new Fifteen. She absentmindedly squeezed to the right to pass two suits deep in conversation. Two men that didn't even seem to notice a naked woman sliding by them; some people had an entirely weird sense of priorities. She raced down the hallway into Human Capital ignoring the framed panties decorating the walls to both sides, slowing to a walk as she approached Ms Bradley who waved her into the inner office. Ms Barnes snapped "Knees" and the mailgirl dropped onto her knees, feet together behind her back, hands clasped behind, eyes downcast, breasts and pussy thrust forward. Ms Barnes rose and came around her desk to tap the MMU on Twenty-two's upper arm. "Mailgirl Fifteen is ready to be checked in." Twenty-two thought, 'one point for me.' "You know the drill. Take her up to Legal, then Payroll, then here. Next stop Medical, finally to the locker room to get her cleaned up, and then you start her training. She needs tot be ready to go by Monday; I'm sure you'll be otherwise be occupied then." Twenty-two continued looking at the floor until her MMU buzzed with the new destination, then rose gracefully, and made her way out of Human Capital feeling Ms Barnes glare on her back. She retraced her path to the main corridor, then down two flights to the ground floor and out to the Front Desk where the receptionist tapped her MMU to acknowledge her arrival. Unlike many admin folks at SG&T, the people at the Front Desk never played games that might hand mailgirls undeserved demerits for late arrival. Twenty-two recognized the young woman standing on the other side of the desk. Just a week ago Melissa Devaney had been attired in a smart suit, sitting behind a desk in Payroll, laying out the financial details for the new Mailgirl Thirteen. Today she was wearing a plain cotton sun dress, nervously shifting from foot to foot waiting to take up a new role as Mailgirl Fifteen. Twenty-two had identified her as a potential mailgirl, but so soon.... The woman in the dress followed her naked guide down the corridor to the service stairs, then up three flights to Smythe in Legal. Two flights down to the desk in Payroll where a prematurely balding man in an ill-fitting suit - Ms Devaney's had been much better cut - went through the spiel that Melissa had delivered the week before. Then back up one flight and down the hallway to Human Capital. Twenty-two paused momentarily and gestured to the framed decorations along the wall, "This mailgirl hopes that you're wearing something appropriate under that dress. Some of these offerings are just pathetic." Melissa glanced up, then her eyes went back down towards the floor, "No, I'm wearing plain white cotton panties. It's all I own." "Well, that's more than you'll own or wear for the next two years. Also according to my sister, your underwear will disappear from your belongings." Twenty-two started forward again followed by Melissa. Miss Bradley looked up, "Ms Barnes will see you in a few minutes. Knees." Twenty-two sank down in front of the desk. Melissa just stood frozen, wondering whether she could really go through with this. After five long minutes, Miss Bradley said, "You may go in now." Twenty-two rose and led the other woman forward. Ms Barnes was seated behind her desk with Mistress V standing rigidly to the side. "The Fifth Floor has decreed no corporal punishment for the running team this week, but don't worry, it's just putting off your desserts for a few days. In the meanwhile, I have other ways to make known your shortcomings." She pushed a tangle of leather across her desk. "This is for you Mailgirl Twenty-two or would you prefer Mistress V to do the honors?" Twenty-two reached forward and picked up what turned out to be a gag with a stubby penis-like protrusion that would reach towards the back of her throat. She opened her mouth and sucked in the prod which didn't quite choke her. She felt more than saw Mistress V lift her hair off her neck and buckled the gag on. "A notch or two tighter, please." Mistress V pulled on the strap pressing the leather into her cheeks. This was going to be very uncomfortable, very soon, and the restricted breathing wasn't going to be good for dashing up and down stairs making deliveries. "The clamps, now." Mistress V grasped Twenty-two's left nipple in her fingers and pulled. She then slid a clover clamp over the elongated nub. Twenty-two surged up onto her toes, it had to come off, now! Instead Mistress V just repeated the action on Twenty-two's right nipple. A thin gold chain joined the two "That's good. Now, into the corner with you while I finalize things with Miss Devaney, our new Mailgirl Fifteen." Ms Barnes fixed her gaze on the young woman in the cotton dress who she had been ignoring up to now. "Not every mailgirl is as badly behaved as Twenty-two here; I'm sure that you won't be deserving such treatment." She pushed the contract across her desk. "Just sign here and you can begin the next stage of your career at Sloan Guaranty and Trust." Melissa leaned over, flipped to the last page and sealed her fate, well, at least two years' worth. "Strip." Mailgirl Fifteen, unconsciously emulating Mailgirl Thirteen's actions the week before, pulled her dress over her head and carefully folded it, placing it on the corner of the desk. More hesitantly, she next unhooked her bra exposing a pair of high, pert breasts - delightful, though sure to disappoint those Fifth Floor executives whose motto was more is never enough. Her hands started up to shield them for view, but dropped under Ms Barnes gaze. Finally, she stepped out of her pair of simple white cotton panties. "Well, if that's your choice of lingerie I can see that it's just as well you won't be wearing any for the next two years. "She gestured towards Fifteen's neatly trimmed public hair. That will have to go, mailgirls are immaculately smooth below the eyebrows." "Knees." Fifteen had seen Twenty-two respond to that command just a few minutes ago before Miss Bradley's desk, but she just did a small dip and then froze. Mistress V stepped up behind her and pushed down on her shoulders. "Knees apart. Wider. Feet together. Arms behind your back, clasping the opposite elbow. Eyes down, breasts and pussy thrust out.." She poked the new mailgirl in the small of her back with her crop to guide her into properly arching her back to get the required forward thrust. "For the next two years, you respond only to Mailgirl Fifteen or just Fifteen. You will deferentially correct any one who directly addresses you differently. Your primary duty is to carry out any orders given to you by any SG&T employee or conveyed to you via your Mailgirl Management Unit. Mistress V will fit you with your MMU when you report to the Mailgirl Locker Room. You do not converse with any other employee or visitor; there is to be no physical contact between you and anyone else. Your MMU has a panic button in the event that you are physically threatened. In the three years that SG&T has had a Mailgirl Program that button has been pressed only in testing. Our employees know what their limits are and keep their interactions with mailgirls within those limits." Mistress V walked over and locked the dull silver collar with an ID tag inscribed with "15" around the new mailgirl's neck. "Mailgirl Twenty-two will now escort you to the Medical Center for your last stop before you report to Mistress V. Dismissed." The duo exited Human Capital silently, Twenty-two leading the way back to the stairway. Fifteen was stunned, Twenty-two gagged and in pain. At least Ms Barnes hadn't hung a weight from that chain stretching between her breasts, though Twenty-two wasn't sanguine about that state of affairs lasting. She led the way down three flights of stairs to the ground floor and the Medical Center. Instead of being greeted by the comforting presence of Nurse Allen, there was an unknown man in blue hospital scrubs. "Oh, yes Mailgirl Fifteen and the troublemaker. Knees." Twenty-two dropped gracefully to her knees, Fifteen was slower and a bit awkward, but did manage to assume the position. He gestured to Fifteen and barked, "Stay." He reached down to Twenty-two and curled two fingers around the chain between her breasts and lifted. The mailgirl stood abruptly to protect those breasts and he led her over to a coat tree. "Toes." As Twenty-two went up onto her toes he lifted the chain over a hook and said, "Now, you stay." The chain was dragging her breasts up, but Twenty-two worried what would happen when she was no longer able to stay up. He compounded her distress by grabbing her wrists and fastening them together behind her back. Twenty-two knew she should be paying attention to what was going on behind her, but it was difficult to drag her attention away from her own predicament. From what she could discern it sounded like a normal cursory medical exam: height, weight, blood pressure with the male nurse issuing curt orders and the mailgirl responding with a variety of gasps and squeals. Then, "well, this will have to go, but she'll be able to clean it up in the shower if Mistress V deigns to uncuff her," followed by the sound of a sharp smack and Fifteen's loudest squeal to date. Twenty-two then heard him approach from behind and was startled, then outraged, when a finger (she could feel the nail) jammed into her dry asshole causing her to stumble forward into the coat tree. "Clumsy, that's another demerit or three" as his other hand snaked around her torso, pausing to grab a handful of breast on the way to lifting the chain over the hook. Twenty-two's squeal of distress was lost in the gag as he spun her around and sent her stumbling towards the door, hurried on by another sharp smack, this time to her ass. She heard her MMU beep as he made good on his threat to assign her demerits. Twenty-two shouldered her way out the door into the corridor and led the equally mute Fifteen towards the lobby and the staircase leading down to the Mailgirls' Locker Room. Her white hot anger was overlaid by her wondering about the new mailgirl. Miss Devaney, now Mailgirl Fifteen, had been on the other side of a desk in Payroll just last week when she led Mailgirl Thirteen through the induction process. Clearly, the new Fifteen had not spent four weeks training at DDE as was normal and certainly had not had the Knees position drilled into her. An utterly raw mailgirl was bound to rack up a record number of demerits during her training at SG&T, demerits that would be shared with her trainer, to wit Mailgirl Twenty-two. She predicted that her ass would be raw hamburger on Monday, post-race when the moratorium on corporal punishment for the Running Team would be over. And the quality of that training would suffer as long as she was kept gagged and clamped. Megan remained in profound ignorance of her sister's travails on Wednesday, only seeing that there was a new mailgirl and Sam was training her. Thursday was entirely spent on bank business except for handing out SG&T racing tops to two of the other entries on the team. Friday morning, she met Mailgirl Fourteen at the MARC station, possibly for the last time she thought. Saturday morning Megan was cooling off in her condo after an easy run - she did have a race the next day - when her front door opened and Amanda came in toting an overnight bag. "I have a plane back to Chicago late tomorrow afternoon. You'll have to do any post-race celebrating without me. I would have blown the whole thing off, but I have been informed, both formally and informally that my presence in the lineup is required. Shit, I would think two years as a mailgirl would have paid my dues forever, but...." "Welcome back Amanda. I can report that you have been replaced. I haven't seen the new Mailgirl Fifteen yet, but she's being trained by my sister, so I'm sure that I'll hear about her tomorrow. How is Chicago?" "My new boss seems a little cool to the idea of taking on a mailgirl, but I'll win her over. The rest of the team is stinking of testosterone and they'll take some repressing. I'm sure you remember. Oh, and your old boss, Ms Aldridge, has taken a leave of absence, and someone else has already moved into her corner office."

Marie's Webcam byDonnerBBQ© © 2011 by DonnerBBQ. All rights reserved. Marie's Webcam Ch. 01 My wife Marie loved her job, working as a software developer for a small startup company. The company only had ten employees and half of them were programmers or project managers directly involved in coding. With such a small company, the work atmosphere was fantastic. The president and vice president were in their 30s, and everyone else in their 20s. She could probably make more money working for a larger company, but she had already done that right out of college and appreciated the importance of a good environment. The only real problem with her job was the commute. It typically took her 1.5 hours each way. Having to spend fifteen hours every week sitting in a traffic jam or packed like a sardine on a train was exhausting. But she liked her job well enough to tolerate the commute. We even talked about moving to cut down on the commute, but financially it wasn't a good time to do so. One day Marie came home from work and told me that she was discussing the commuting problem with her project manager Jim. In the course of the discussion, she asked about the possibility of working from home one day a week. While he was sympathetic towards her commuting difficulties, it didn't sound like he was in favor of the idea because of the effect that it would have on the team development process. But he did say that he would think about it and discuss the issue with the powers that be. I expected the proposal to go nowhere. But the following week Marie came home and cheerily informed me that they told her that she could work from home one day a week. She was pretty excited about it and proceeded to give me the details. "I had a meeting with Jim and Marcus, the VP. Marcus started by explaining the importance of company morale. From the way he was talking it sounded like it was a definite 'no.' But then he began talking about how important I was to the company and how he was disappointed to hear that my long commute was becoming a problem. He said that they were willing to consider it, but wanted to hear my ideas on how it would work. "We'll I hadn't really thought about details, I figured I could just remote desktop in and work normally. But he wanted to make sure that my work-from-home time would actually be productive. He asked about what my 'home office' was like, what kind of distractions there would be during a typical day, and how I'd communicate with the development team during the day. I told them about our office and that nobody else would be here during the day besides our dog, and that we could talk on the phone whenever we needed to. "Marcus said that communication was their biggest concern. He explained that if there are delays in communication or if communication isn't effective it could really have a detrimental impact on development. As I listened it sure sounded again like a 'no.' I was hoping it could just not be a big deal to work one day a week from home, but instead it was turning into this big production. Then Marcus said that they had come up with a solution if I was okay with it." Marie then explained their idea. They would install webcams on the developers' personal computers in the office and one in the conference room, and they wanted Marie to install one in her home office. She could still virtually attend meetings in the conference room and chat face-to-face with any of the developers at any time. This new policy was only on a trial basis and it didn't just apply to her. To be fair, they had to let all of the developers get the same deal. They each had one specific day when they could work from home. Marie's lucky day was Wednesday. The other programmers, Justin, Frank, and Wayne each had their own assigned days too. A few days later Marie installed a webcam and attached it to a shelf above her monitor. Her desk was against a wall near the entrance to the small office. As such, the webcam was fairly non-intrusive. I've always been guarded of my privacy so I was happy that the webcam wasn't pointing into a hallway or any commonly used areas. All that people would see would be her if she were sitting at her desk, and the remainder of the office, which contained a bookshelf, a closet and little else. The following Wednesday Marie was able to sleep in a bit and enjoy the commute-free work day. When I came home that evening it sounded like it was a big success. The other developers left their cams on all day so that communication was seamless. The developers even ate together in the conference room so they could all share lunch. Most importantly, Marie looked less exhausted having cut out the commute from her day. Before long, it was just the standard routine for us. On Wednesdays Marie still had to shower and dress for work to remain professional, but around 8:30 she would go into her office and turn on the cam and microphone and begin working. Of course by that time I was long gone for work myself, but that's what she told me. At the end of the work day she'd turn the camera and mic off. Outside of normal work hours all of the developers would periodically sign in to chat. Sometimes it was to do legitimate work, but often it seemed like they were just using the setup to socialize. Marie would often turn on the camera for an hour or so at night, and for several hours on the weekend. She never used the microphone outside of normal work hours to avoid it being too intrusive or accidentally picking up our private conversation. But just being able to see her work buddies and interact with them in real time was something that I could tell she enjoyed. One night, Marie and I were reading in bed when Marie got up to get a different book. She went into her office and a minute later was back in bed reading. I didn't think anything of it. A couple minutes later I got up to get a drink and Marie handed me her book, told me she changed her mind about reading it and asked if I'd return it for her. So I went to the office and put the book back on the shelf. But as I turned around I noticed that the red light on the cam was on. I didn't think too much of it until I got into the hall, when I remembered that Marie was just in there. I then considered what she was wearing: just a t-shirt and panties. She had gotten rid of her bra and pants when she got into bed. "Honey, " I said as I re-entered the bedroom. "did you realize that you left the cam on?" "Oh, no, I'm sorry. Did you turn it off for me?" she asked. "No, but do you realize that you were just in there? " I asked, as I deliberately glared at her bare legs. I could see the light go on in her head as she understood what I was saying. Her jaw dropped and she just sat there for a moment with her mouth agape as she considered what somebody might have seen. As she closed her mouth she was smiling and looked slightly embarrassed. Finally she said, "Oops. Well, it's late. Nobody was probably watching anyway." She was trying to dismiss it. But I rather liked seeing her embarrassed so I pressed on and responded, "Yeah, but what if they were?" "Well, then they would have seen me standing there for a moment in my panties. It's not the end of the world." "I know. But you're going to have to be more careful about turning it off when you're done. You could have just as easily gone in there tonight without panties, or topless, or even completely naked. Would you have said 'oops' then?" From the tone in my voice she knew that I wasn't mad and that I was just joking around with her. She smiled and then said with her innocent voice, "You mean if I accidentally walked in there topless to get a book and let them all get a glimpse of my boobs? Oops!" She was teasing me back and it was working. I was suddenly hard and I wasn't quite sure why. Something about them accidentally seeing her wearing little or less was striking a nerve. She picked up on my reaction and pulled down my shorts and started grazing her hand across my balls and cock. And she continued talking in an innocent voice. "I might be standing there for several minutes with my boobs out, not knowing that anyone is watching me. Meanwhile Wayne, and Justin, and Frank would all be staring at them, gawking at your wife's tits." She momentarily took her hand off my member and pulled off her t-shirt. She returned to rubbing my cock while modeling her naked tits for me. "They would all be seeing my boobs and my nipples. Just staring at them and memorizing every curve. And I might accidentally drop a book on the floor and I wouldn't even know that they were watching my boobs sway back and forth as I bent over to pick it up. And I would be completely unaware as they took screen snapshots of me. They would all have pictures of my boobies to show their friends and jack off to." That was it. I lost it and came hard. About a week later I was in bed reading and she came in to join me. I was casually aware of her getting undressed for bed. I then noticed her crawling up between my legs from the foot of the bed and knew that she was in the mood. I put my book down and looked at her. She was smiling mischievously and said, "I need to get a book to read but I think I might have left the cam on." I looked at her and could see that she was really turned on by the thought of going in there again where one or more of her fellow coders might see her dressed only in a thin t-shirt and panties. "Do you know if anyone is still online?" I asked. "Well I just left and both Justin and Frank were working away. So they're still probably online." I could tell from the excitement in her eyes that she really wanted to do it. And as my member stirred I couldn't say that I was opposed. "I need to see this," I said as I got up out of bed. "Do you want to watch my monitor so you can see if they're online and whether they notice?" "Yeah, that'd be great, but I don't want to be seen." "I know, but I can turn the monitor so you can see it and still be out of view." With that, she went into the office. She hugged the wall as she approached her desk to remain out of view and turned her monitor 90 degrees. She exited the office and I snuck in the same way to look at her monitor. Sure enough, the guys were still online, actively chatting about some coding issue. They seemed to be in disagreement about whether some method belonged in one class or another. It sounded like they could use a distraction. I returned to the hallway and we talked about it a bit more. She seemed both nervous and excited. We talked about how it needed to look like we didn't realize the cam was on. She could get disciplined or even fired if they thought she was intentionally letting them see her partially undressed. She understood that she needed to put on a convincing act. I wondered if she could really hide the excitement that she was exuding. I returned to her monitor while she went to 'get ready'. I didn't know what that meant until she returned and I saw her standing in the hallway. She was just wearing a sexy matching set of black lace bra and panties. I was certain that I had not seen these before. She looked absolutely delectable. I could see a lot of pinkish skin beneath her bra but her nipples were largely hidden by the lace pattern. Her panties concealed everything in the front, but when she turned around to show me her back, I realized that much of her butt was exposed. It wasn't exactly a thong, but only about the top third of her ass was covered. "New purchase?" I asked. "Yeah, ya like?" "Oh fuck yeah. You look fantastic!" I couldn't believe that Marie was thinking about walking into their view dressed like that. If she followed through they were certainly going to be distracted. A part of me wanted to stop her and a part of me was getting hard thinking about her coworkers seeing her in her sexy underwear. I was still a bit lost in thought when Marie suddenly walked into the room and flicked on the light. She passed as a blur in front of her desk as she made her way to the bookshelf. She then stood in front of the bookshelf, looking at the books. With her face out of view she asked, "Well?" I described what I saw. It seemed that the light coming on and Marie shooting in front of the desk grabbed their attention. And now they had stopped chatting entirely and were staring intently at their screens. Marie's webcam was focused on her chair, but Marie was only standing five or six feet away so the image was still clear. They could see her cute panty-covered butt and her long legs. Her ass looked absolutely fantastic and these guys were simply staring at it, memorizing every feature. Marie took a book off the shelf and looked at the front cover for a moment. Then she turned the book over as if she were reading the back cover. As she did this, she slowly turned around and faced the camera but kept her eyes on the book. The guys were still staring at their monitors and hadn't typed a word since Marie entered the room. They could now easily see the front of her panties. However, she was holding the book in front of her so her bra-encased breasts were largely concealed. When I told her that she was blocking their view of her top she held the book off to the side, providing them with an unobstructed view of her bra. She waited a few moments and then very slowly walked out of view of the camera and back into the hall. As soon as Marie was safely out of view a huge smile appeared on her face. She immediately came to look at the monitor and could see the guys still staring at their monitors. They were obviously hoping that she would come back in again. "So they saw me?" she asked. "Without a doubt. They both stopped working and started staring at their monitors." She stood there watching the guys staring at their monitors for a few moments, and then asked "Do you think I should get another book?" "Nah, I think they got their fun. Now, it's my turn," I said as I started pulling her towards the bedroom. We were instantly all over each other as we were both already highly aroused. I kept thinking of these guys seeing my sexy wife in her bra and panties, looking at her crotch and her butt and her breasts. When they saw her at work would they be envisioning her standing there in bra and panties? I know Marie was thinking about it too because she was highly enthused. The next evening I asked her if anyone said anything about her cam being left on. She smiled and said, "No, nobody said a word. I guess nobody was offended." "I'm sure they didn't mind at all," I said. Over the next few days we mentioned the episode to each other several times, usually when we were in bed. We were both finding it exciting and it was clear that Marie wanted to do it again. We knew it couldn't happen too often without looking deliberate, but if she accidentally left the cam on every once in a while, we figured that wouldn't look too suspicious. A few more days passed before anything happened. It was a Saturday night and we had just gotten back from a night on the town. Marie logged in just to see what was going on and found Wayne online. I was reading when Marie came by me and said, "Oh, poor Wayne is all alone on a Saturday night. I think he could use a little excitement." I felt the familiar stirrings of arousal as I thought about what that meant. I quickly put my book down and headed to the office with Marie. Marie sat down and chatted with Wayne for a couple of minutes. Then she typed that she was going to "do some reading and go to bed", turned the monitor so I could watch, and walked out of the office. Sure enough, Wayne was there appearing rather bored. I asked her, "What if he logs off now?" "Then he'll miss out I guess. I won't wait long." Marie hurried into the bedroom to prepare herself while I monitored Wayne. He was still there, but looked really bored so I figured that he could easily log off at any time. I found myself hoping that Marie would come back sooner than later. I was shocked when I saw Marie walk into the hallway. She had on a standard pair of pink panties, and nothing else. As soon as I saw that she was topless I looked down to her hands, thinking that maybe she just hadn't put the bra on yet. There was nothing in her hands. I looked up to her face and her expression revealed both embarrassment and excitement. Was she seriously thinking about walking in there topless? Teasing her coworkers a bit by letting them see her in her underwear was one thing. Letting them see her topless was definitely more daring and I wasn't sure that it was a good idea. I knew if I asked her to stop, she would. But as she stood there I couldn't help but stare at her breasts and imagine Wayne seeing them. I made no move to stop her. Then she started walking into the room. I felt a momentary panic as I realized what was about to happen. I looked back to the monitor to see Wayne still sitting there with his chin resting in the palm of his hand. He was pathetically bored but I knew that was about to change. Suddenly Marie's bare back and panty-covered butt appeared on her cam as she walked over to the bookshelf. Wayne noticed right away. It may have been because of his disheveled hair, but his reaction reminded me of a dog's when its master returns home: painfully bored one moment and jumping out of its skin in excitement the next. He moved his face closer to the monitor and he ceased blinking. Marie just stood there looking at books on the shelf while Wayne ogled her body. With only her panties on, there was a lot of skin showing. Her legs and back were totally exposed, and only her butt was veiled by her pink panties. As Wayne stared I gave Marie a play-by-play account of what I saw. After maybe a half-minute, Marie pulled out a book and I knew she was about to turn around. It was my last chance to stop her from baring her breasts to Wayne. I could tell her to hold the book in front of her breasts to prevent him from seeing anything. But I said nothing. And then she casually turned around, revealing her tits. Wayne's eyes were wide and threatening to leap from his skull. I couldn't believe that he was now staring at my wife's breasts and nipples. He surely must have checked out her tits at work before, and now he was getting to see them uncovered. And Marie was just standing there with her eyes on the book, knowing that her coworker was watching her intently. Marie turned back around and replaced the book on the shelf. I saw her looking for another book, and her head tilted upwards towards the top shelf. She suddenly took a couple of steps towards her desk and gave Wayne an even better view of her bare chest. She pulled the chair over to the bookshelf and climbed up to retrieve the book she eyed. She then turned around and jumped off the chair, causing her breasts to bounce up and down. As she slowly pushed the chair back to her desk it was like the camera was zooming in on her breasts. I was blown away by the view that he was getting of her boobs. It wasn't just a quick glimpse, but a prolonged vision of her nubile body. Now her breasts were front and center in his field of view. And I knew that he was likely capturing the images for future pleasure. With the chair in place, she turned and left the room. As soon as she was out of cam view she broke into a huge smile. I joined her in the hallway and we embraced and kissed. We then headed into the bedroom and started immediately making love. The next day we talked about it more and decided that we needed to cool it for a bit. Over the next couple of weeks we 'accidentally' left the cam on a couple of times, but Marie intentionally didn't enter the room until morning. One of those nights we stayed up for a while just to see how long her coworkers would wait up for a chance to see her. Frank and Allen had given up after only a half-hour but poor Wayne was still on after an hour when we decided to go to bed. Who knows how long he waited up. Marie was pretty flattered that they were all so interested in seeing her and I could tell that she was looking forward to giving them another show. Then one evening Marie must have decided that she had waited long enough. It was only about 9 o'clock when Marie came up to me and asked if I was ready for another show. I was. I told her it was a little early for going to bed, but she just smiled and said "I have a plan." I stood in the hallway as I watched her walk into the office and sit back down. She typed a bit and then stood up and turned the monitor again for me to view and then walked into the hallway. Instead of stopping by me, she just smiled and continued walking into the bedroom. I was curious what she had planned, so I walked carefully up to the monitor and took a look. All three guys were online. I scanned the conversation and found what I was looking for. 'Well guys, I'm going to go lounge in the bathtub and do some reading. See you tomorrow!' I called out to Marie, "A bath, huh?" Marie didn't bother to answer. A few moments later Marie appeared in the hallway with a huge smile on her face. She was completely naked but had a towel draped over her right shoulder. The towel obscured her right breast, but her left breast and her pussy were easily visible. I was in shock. As I stood there staring at her, my mind went through the same rigmarole as before. I knew it wasn't a good idea for her to show her naked body to her coworkers. While she could always claim it was unintentional and avoid any serious work-related repercussions, these were still people that she worked with and saw almost every day. At the same time, I was very aroused by the thought of these guys seeing her completely naked as I was seeing her now. I looked at her, pretending that I was seeing her nude for the first time. I let my eyes roam down from her face to her exposed left breast, taking in its every curve. I looked at her small, perky nipple and areola. My eyes slid down to her tummy and then to her crotch. I could see her patch of trimmed pubic hair and the faint outline of her pussy lips. I then let my eyes drop further to take in the sight of her sexy thighs and long legs. She was truly a sight to behold. I finally brought my eyes up to meet hers. The entire expression on her face was something that I was unaccustomed to. Her eyes, her mouth, her cheeks all revealed the arousal and excitement that she must have felt about the prospect of walking in front of the cam nude. At the same time, I think she was rather embarrassed that she was about to intentionally expose herself so fully. She closed her eyes. I knew that she was working to regain her composure. A few moments later, her eyes opened and a neutral expression appeared on her face. And then she started walking into the room. All three guys were watching their monitors when Marie passed rapidly in front of the cam on the way to the bookshelf. All six eyes grew wide as they stared with intense interest at the sight before them. It took only a second before she was at the bookshelf. As she stood there, they all just stared at her naked backside. Her cute little buttocks were bare, as were her legs and back. Part of her back was hidden by the towel, but otherwise she was completely exposed from behind. "Did they notice me?" Marie asked while still facing away from the camera. I chuckled briefly at her question before answering, "Yes, they noticed. They're all staring at your butt right now." Her butt slightly flinched. Then she asked, "well, does it look like they are enjoying the view or are they just staring?" "Oh, they're enjoying the view. No doubt, honey. They also appear to be greatly anticipating you turning around." "Yeah? It's going to take me a minute here. I can't believe I'm doing this." "Take your time hun, they're not going anywhere." With that, she stood quietly for a bit, periodically picking up a book, looking at it, and putting it back on the shelf. Finally she said, "here goes" and started slowly turning around while looking at the back book cover. And then there she was, standing completely nude in front of her cam while her three coworkers stared at her body. Two of them had these huge shit-eating grins while the third looked more in awe. I couldn't believe that they were all staring at my naked wife. I kept looking at her cam image, knowing that all three of them were seeing that image of her. The only thing they couldn't see was her right breast as it was covered by the towel. But her left tit, her lean stomach, her legs and her patch of pubic hair were all being stared at by them. How many times had they checked her out at work before now? How often had they looked at her ass in different pants? How often had they checked out her tits and been delighted whenever they got treated to a brief sight of cleavage? They didn't have to wonder anymore about what her body looked like. It was now naked before their eyes. Marie didn't stand there for long. It was just 20 seconds or so. Then she brought her head up from her book and walked just a bit too quickly out the door. And that was it. We hugged and kissed and both returned to watching their expressions as they continued to watch her cam. We watched them for just a minute or two before heading back into the bedroom to recount the event and eventually make love. After the love-making, after the arousal of her flashing her coworkers wore off I began to really question whether it was such a good idea. Not that it mattered at this point. Truth be told, it was all harmless fun. All five of us enjoyed it and they probably had plenty of screen captures to remember the occasion. I just hoped that this bit of harmless fun wouldn't jeopardize Marie's job or otherwise cause conflict at work because Marie really did enjoy her job. Marie's Webcam Ch. 02 In the days that followed, none of her coworkers said anything. My wife Marie had knowingly walked completely naked in front of her webcam and pretended to be unaware that her three fellow programmers were watching, and none of them said a word to her. I can't say that I was surprised. If it were me, I too would have kept my mouth shut in hopes of future shows. But Marie knew that she had to ease up. She couldn't give a repeat performance too often without it becoming obvious that she knew they were watching. Nevertheless, the desire for that thrill of exposure remained and continued to grow. I didn't think anything of it when Marie said that she wanted to get a laptop so that she could work outside when the weather was nice. So we went down to that big box electronics store and got a laptop with a built-in camera. Marie was excited about the purchase, as anyone is when they get a new computer. After spending the couple of hours necessary to install and customize her usual software packages, Marie was ready to go. Marie quickly settled into a new routine with her laptop. During the day she would set herself up either outside, in the living room, or even in the office with the poor, neglected desktop pushed to the side. At night she would sometimes be in the living room, but more often in the office or lying on the bed with the laptop. I know that being in bed while cam-chatting with your colleagues sounds a bit odd, but she would always be fully clothed while doing it, so it really didn't seem that abnormal. It was just a convenient place for her to stretch out and use her computer. Embarrassingly, it took me a couple of days to realize that the laptop opened up some new opportunities as the camera was now mobile and no longer confined to the office. When Marie and I talked about it, it was clear that she realized the same thing and was eager to have more fun. As a couple of weeks had already passed since her last 'accidental' show, we agreed that we wouldn't have to wait too long. A few days later it happened. I came upstairs one night and saw Marie sitting in bed chatting with a couple of the guys. I told her I was about ready to go to bed and asked her if she was nearly done. She said that she was, and then spent a few moments to say g'nite to the guys before turning and placing the laptop on her nightstand. I suspected right away that she was planning something because she left the laptop open. We exchanged a look that removed any lingering doubt. The laptop and its camera were facing across the bedroom towards her dresser, and it was aimed parallel to the bed. With the bed out of the camera's view, I too remained out of sight as I stripped down, got in bed, and readied myself for whatever she had planned. Marie walked out of the bedroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. When she returned she paused at the door, which was out of camera view, and gave me a sexy smile. Then the smile melted as she walked into the room, stood by the bed in front of the camera, and proceeded to act normally. She even made small talk about the weather and some yard work she wanted me to do. The microphone was off -- she assured me -- but she just wanted everything to look as normal as possible in case someone happened to be able to read her lips. She was only standing about four feet in front of the camera, but was not facing it and never seemed to look right at it. Then as we talked half-heartedly Marie began unbuttoning her blouse. As the buttons were unfastened, I found myself marveling at her acting skills. Her face was relaxed. She appeared a bit tired but otherwise peaceful. I couldn't detect any bit of anxiety or excitement at all. And yet the shirt was slowly opening up. When all the buttons were undone she pulled the shirt off without delay, revealing her plain white bra. She dropped the shirt on the bed as we maintained our conversation. She then put her hands behind her back and unhooked the bra. I knew the bra was about to come off and I felt a wave of panic rush over me. It didn't last long, but for that brief moment I just couldn't believe that she was going to show her tits again. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but that just wasn't the case. I knew they had already seen her naked. But I also knew that they were there eagerly waiting for her to pull off that bra so that they could see her tits live again. And she was about to give them that very thrill. We made eye contact and Marie almost lost her composure. Almost. She laughed as if she was laughing from something I said, and told me to "knock it off". And then she slipped the bra straps off her shoulders and dropped the bra on the bed. I couldn't help but stare at her tits as I thought about these guys ogling them. They had seen them before but that just didn't seem to matter at that moment. These were my wife's tits and normally only seen by me. Or maybe a girlfriend. But not by guys that admire them sexually. And especially not guys she works with and sees nearly every day. It was just so abnormal for them to be able to see her tits. And so sexy and daring that she was letting it happen. Almost as soon as the bra was off she began removing her jeans. As she bent over to slide them down her legs, her breasts hung down and rocked gently. It was such an erotic view. Not only did her breasts look just mouth-wateringly delectable, more and more skin was appearing as her jeans fell to the floor. Finally she straightened up again with jeans in hand and placed them on the bed. She was standing perpendicular to the bed and to the camera's line of fire so the guys had a nice view of her bare legs but couldn't really see her panty-covered butt or pussy. Her panties were nothing extraordinary, just a standard white pair. But as Marie faced me I could see the faint outline of her pussy lips through them. Even though the guys couldn't see the same, it made me realize just how exposed she was. Just this thin pair of panties was all she had on while being watched by her fellow programmers. Meanwhile, Marie was alternating between facing me and making small-talk and facing away from the camera and talking about the guys watching her. It was rather bizarre to listen to. "Did I tell you? Kara (her sister) and Robert (the husband) are heading to St. Thomas next week? They're gonna be there the whole week. How do I look? Do you think they're still watching? They rented this little cottage right by the beach. I'm so jealous." Without warning, Marie hooked her thumbs inside her waistband and pulled her panties down to mid-thigh. She then bent at the waist as she dragged the panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Marie stood up straight again and dropped the panties into her pile of clothes on the bed. And just like that she was completely naked, standing sideways in front of the camera. I felt a rush of something. Perhaps it was anxiety or arousal. Whatever it was it caused a slight shiver as it passed through me. I was just lying there watching Marie and thinking about her standing nude in front of the camera. Standing sideways as she was, I knew the guys couldn't really see her pussy or her ass. All they could really see was her bare thigh, the curvature of her butt and a side view of her breast. But she was still naked. And these guys that she works with were staring right towards her. Marie collected her clothes on the bed and picked them up. She then turned away from the camera, walked around the foot of the bed and finally out of camera view, giving the guys a fantastic view of her butt along the way. As soon as she was safely out of view, she turned towards me with a wicked smile. It was clear that she was thoroughly enjoying this game of flashing her body and teasing her coworkers. Marie deposited her clothes in the laundry bin. As she turned around, she wore this proud grin on her face that told me she wasn't yet done. She walked back towards the camera and removed her facial expressions of enthusiasm just before she re-entered the camera's view. As she turned the corner of the bed, she faced the camera naked for the first time this evening. She walked straight towards the camera, stopping just a couple of feet in front of it. As she turned her body slightly towards the bed and began to pull the sheets back it hit me again. Here is my wife standing completely naked right in front of a camera. Her coworkers are surely staring blinklessly at their monitors, taking in the sight. Her bare tits are right before them, allowing them to see their full shape and even their firmness as she moves around. They can see her semi-erect nipples too. And now they're getting a nice close-up shot of her pussy. I couldn't believe that they were seeing all of this. By now they had surely figured out how to record from the webcam and would have this video footage of my Marie. At work they'd pretend everything was normal. They'd pretend that they didn't know these intimate details of her body. They would pretend that they didn't recollect naked images of her body whenever they saw her in the office. They'd pretend that they didn't have video of her naked to watch over and over again at home. And Marie would pretend that everything was normal too. Marie told me that she was going to turn off the light. She turned away from the camera, once again showing them her butt before walking out of camera view. She flicked the light off, but the bedroom was not pitch black as a hallway light that we always keep on leaves the bedroom in a faint glow. Marie couldn't shut the laptop now; that would look suspicious. So she left it on as she walked back over to her side of the bed, right in front of the laptop, and got under the sheet. We were immediately all over each other. It felt a bit weird making love with a camera just to the side of us. They couldn't see anything and yet I knew that they might still be watching their monitors or recording our darkened room. But any awkwardness was far exceeded by the excitement of seeing Marie standing completely naked in front of the camera. The vision of her nude body on display for her coworkers kept going through my mind. And with her warm body pressed against mine, I almost forgot about the live camera just a few feet away from us. Over the next several days I kept asking Marie if the guys said anything to her about her webcam exposure. I was worried that someone might say something. I knew if they said anything it would be mighty awkward for Marie at the office. Even though she could deny knowing anything, it would still be awkward. Plus our games would have to end immediately if anyone said anything to her about her exposure. But thankfully, they said nothing. It was another couple of weeks before anything else happened. I didn't know that Marie had anything planned. I just came into the bedroom one night, consumed by my own job stresses, and saw Marie on the bed with the laptop. What caught my attention was actually not Marie, but a piece of blue painting tape stuck to her nightstand. When I asked her about it, she just smiled teasingly and said, "Get undressed and in bed and then I'll show you." I was still focused on my job stresses, but I played along and followed her instructions. I stripped down to my shorts and got under the covers. Then Marie turned and placed the open laptop on the nightstand at an angle, carefully aligning it with the piece of blue tape. Last time our bed was completely out of view of the camera. Not this time. Now the camera was pointed towards the center of the bed. It appeared that our pillows were out of view, and perhaps the top half of my chest too, but the camera was pointed right at the center of the bed so most of the bed was surely in view. I scooted back as far as I could to ensure my head was out of view before asking with alarm, "Marie, uh, what are you doing?" Marie stepped to the side of the camera and broke into a big smile. She appeared a bit embarrassed about whatever plan she had, but it was clear that she was also excited about it. "Just wait," she said. I can safely say that at that moment my job stresses were gone. I didn't know what she had planned but it was obvious that it involved more stripping in front of the camera. Before I could even start to imagine what she had on her mind, Marie stepped back into camera view and stood right next to the bed. And then she began undressing again. She peeled her shirt off quickly. As she stood there with her bra exposed she said, "Did I tell you that we hired a new developer?" At first I thought she was just making small-talk again, so I ignored her question entirely. When it finally dawned on me that it was a real question, I answered without giving it much thought. "No. Some new college grad? When's he start?" Marie answered as she started to slide her pants down her legs. "Nah, Stan graduated a couple of years ago and just came over from another company. Anyway, he just started this week." As her bare legs were increasingly exposed, my brain was focused more on the image before me than on the conversation. When I saw a slight smile on her lips, it finally clicked for me. "He's already started? Is he online now?" "Uh-huh, they all are." I couldn't believe that there were now four guys watching her undress. Marie was standing there in just her bra and panties while they were staring at her. And this new guy was seeing Marie in a way he never probably imagined. To him, she was probably some cute chick at his new work. And now she's standing before his eyes in bra and panties. "So this Stan has been there less than a week and you're gonna let him see your tits?" I asked playfully. "Uh-huh," she answered. "He keeps looking at me at work. He tries to be subtle about it, but he definitely keeps checking me out. So I think he'll enjoy seeing my boobs. " As she said that, she reached her hands behind her back and unhooked her bra. And then she pulled it off. Once again her bare breasts were exposed before the camera. As she was facing the bed the camera would only be able to capture a rear-profile view, but I'm sure they were enjoying the sight anyway. "I'm sure he is enjoying the view, but I bet he can't wait for you to turn around." Marie paused for a second and then turned and walked away from the camera. She walked to her dresser, which was probably just barely still in camera range, opened her top drawer, and looked inside for a moment. Then she closed the drawer, turned back towards the camera, and slowly walked to her previous position by the bed, giving the guys a great frontal view of her bare tits. "So what do you think about Stan having just seen your tits?" I asked. Marie turned her face away from the camera again and smiled without answering. I could tell she was turned on by the thought of this new guy seeing her breasts. Marie then grabbed the band of her panties and pulled them down and off her legs. As she dropped them on the bed, I stared at her naked body. It was just so amazing that she was standing there completely nude while her coworkers, now four of them, watched her every move. Marie picked up her clothes and walked to the clothes bin, showing them all her great butt. As she returned, she faced the camera fully nude for the first time that evening, and for the first time in front of Stan. I could only imagine what was going through his head. He must be thinking he hit the fuckin' jackpot. Here is this cute girl from work who accidentally left her webcam on. And now she's stripped all of her clothes off and is walking around completely naked in front of the camera. Those tits that he's checked out at work are now bare before his eyes. That ass that he's watched whenever he could sneak a peek was bare too. And even her pussy was exposed right there in front of him. It must be a dream come true. As Marie paced around a bit by the side of the bed, I continued to marvel at her sexiness and her guts. When she headed out of the room I thought that the show might be over. I had forgotten that she had deliberately changed the camera angle to have it pointing towards our bed. When Marie returned she was carrying a bottle of body lotion. Marie walked back to the side of the bed and sat down, with the camera aimed almost straight at her naked body. And then she began applying the lotion. She started by carefully applying it to her face. She wasn't rushing at all. She slowly worked it into her cheeks, her chin, and around her nose and eyes, and across her forehead. She then rubbed some around her ears and then onto her neck. When she raised her arm up to apply some lotion to the back of her neck, one breast bounced deliciously. She moved onto her shoulders and down her arms. And then she began rubbing the lotion onto her breasts. I could only stare at the sight with pure amazement. Watching her fingers and palms rub back and forth across the tops of her tits, rocking them side to side, was simply incredible. And then she massaged the lotion into the sides of her breasts, repeatedly pushing them inward and then letting them slide back to their natural position. But when she started to do the underside of her breasts, I thought I might just explode. It was so arousing to watch her gently lift her breasts and to watch them jiggle slightly when they returned. She spent a couple of minutes working the lotion all over her breasts and it was simply breathtaking to watch. And then her tits glistened wonderfully from all of the lotion. Eventually she moved on from her tits and rubbed some lotion into her stomach. She then moved down to her legs. She spread her legs at about a 60 degree angle and proceeded to work one leg at a time. She started with her right leg. Using both hands she worked the lotion all over her thigh. Watching her hands move over the inside and outside of thigh and across the top was nearly as arousing as watching her work the lotion into her tits. She moved down to her knee and then her calf. She was still sitting on the bed, so she needed to lean forward to reach her calf, which induced some fantastic bobbing of her breasts. She then repeated the process on her left leg. Again working all over the thigh with her legs spread apart, and down to her calf. I was so mesmerized watching her that I hadn't even thought about her coworkers in several minutes. But then I remembered that they were seeing all of this too. This wasn't a brief glimpse of her tits that she gave them before in our home office, or even comparable to her undressing in the bedroom last time. This was a prolonged exposure. I had lost track of time but I knew that she had been naked before them for many, many minutes by now. And they even got to watch her rub lotion all over her body. It was just unreal. Marie stood up and quickly applied some lotion to her ass and down the back of her legs. It looked like she was rushing now, just trying to finish the job. She then briskly walked out of the room with lotion in hand. As soon as she turned the corner and was safely out of viewing range she let out a "Whoo!" "Are you okay out there?" I asked. "Yeah, I'm okay, but I nearly lost my composure in there. I can't believe I just did that!" "You looked absolutely fantastic, honey" I said, with emphasis on the word 'fantastic'. "That's good, I guess. I'm going to need to calm down a bit before I can come back in there." And so I waited. At this point I was looking forward to the lights going off so that I could finally get my hands on her. But when she returned she didn't turn the lights off as I expected. Instead, she walked straight to the foot of the bed and looked up at me. Marie reached her hands underneath the covers and pulled them up exposing my feet. As she placed her hands on my ankles and started sliding them up my legs, I realized that the show wasn't over. I wasn't expecting this and I wasn't prepared for it. Although my face couldn't be seen, I hadn't thought about being intimate with Marie in front of the camera and wasn't sure that I wanted to share that with others. But as Marie's hands rubbed my shins and my knees and began to rub my thighs, my resistance began to dwindle. And then Marie got up and knelt on the bed between my legs. I knew that she could be seen well now by her coworkers. As she leaned towards me to continue rubbing my thighs, her breasts hung down and rocked gently. The sensation of her hands on my thighs, the sight of her rocking tits, and knowing that her coworkers were seeing it all were almost too much to bear. Marie had exposed most of my legs to mid-thigh as she rubbed them. I knew that if this continued, I would be fully exposed on camera. The idea didn't thrill me. But I realized that it wasn't much different than being in a gym locker room and besides, they really weren't going to be watching me much anyway. I flushed the thought from my mind and focused back on Marie. Her fingers slowly traced up my thigh, lifting the sheet as they approached my growing member. Suddenly she whipped the sheet off me and tossed it off the bed. Her hands then started gently touching my penis and it continued to grow. I thought of the guys watching the action. Were they imagining Marie touching them the way she was touching my cock? As her fingers slid up my shaft and over my head were they pretending that her fingers were on their cocks? Marie leaned forward and brought her head towards my crotch. She slowly kissed up my shaft to my head. She began sucking on my head and letting her tongue flit across the tip. Then she started slowing sucking up and down my cock, taking in more and more of me into her mouth. Her oral skills are fantastic and for a brief moment I forgot all about the camera and her coworkers that were watching. When I remembered our audience I looked at Marie. The camera was still pointed straight at her naked body. At this point she was sitting on her legs so her pussy couldn't be seen. But her tits looked wonderful. As her mouth rose and fell on my cock, her tits bobbed up and down over and over again. The most amazing thing was seeing her face as she sucked hard on my cock. She was really working her lips, her tongue, and her jaw. I was sure that her coworkers were imagining her working her skills on them, pretending that it was their cock in her mouth. I was rapidly approaching climax so I signaled to Marie that I was about to blow. Nearly always that meant that she would stop sucking and finish me off with her hands. Not this time. In fact it was the opposite, as she began sucking faster and harder while gently stroking my scrotum. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I let loose, shooting my load into her mouth. She swallowed what she could but some still dribbled from her lips. Our eyes met and I could see that she was incredibly turned on. I couldn't believe that she had just blown me with her four coworkers watching. It is such a private act and she knowingly and willingly let them watch, and was turned on by it. I knew that she needed a release, so I sat up and guided her onto her back. Her head was at the foot of the bed, so her legs were essentially facing the camera but maybe off at a 30 degree angle. I wasn't deliberately trying to put her into a good position for the camera, but that's what happened. I sat back away from her as I began massaging her thighs. I slid her legs apart to give me better access, unintentionally giving her coworkers a view straight up at her pussy. As I looked at her vulva I knew that she was already highly aroused. Her lips were swollen and she was visibly moist. More like soaked. With her legs spread as they were, her coworkers could surely see it all too. I couldn't believe that we were letting them see her most private part in this excited state. It was as intimate as can be. They were all in their homes watching their monitors and staring straight at Marie's aching pussy. It was so unreal. I slid my hands up and started rubbing her outer lips. I was probably blocking their view but at this point I was more concerned with pleasuring Marie than putting on a show. I would normally rub her for several minutes to increase her arousal before going down on her, but she looked like she could come at any moment. So I brought my head up and started teasing her lips with my tongue. Almost as soon as I touched my tongue to her clit she came with an intense giggling orgasm and pushed my head away. Marie remained on her back with her legs spread as she recovered. With my head and body out of the way I knew the four guys could once again see her intimately. She knew it too but still she just lay there, letting her coworkers' eyes feast upon her pussy. After a minute or so Marie got up and we went to the bathroom to clean up. When we returned to the bedroom we needed to re-make the bed, so the guys were treated to another couple minutes of Marie walking around the room completely naked. I started to get aroused again just watching her, seeing her breasts bounce slightly whenever she leaned forward and knowing that her coworkers were seeing it all too. But then we were done and I turned off the light and the show was over. As I lay in bed I couldn't believe what had just transpired. She had just given her coworkers quite a show. The three guys she knew pretty well from having worked with them for over a year, but this new guy she'd known for less than a week. And yet she let them all see her bare tits, her ass and her pussy. Their eyes had roamed every inch of her nude body. She let them watch as she slowing rubbed lotion all over her breasts and up and down her legs. They had even gotten a nice shot of her pussy as she lay there with her legs spread. And then there was the blow job. I kept picturing Marie sucking hard on my cock with her tits rocking back and forth. I couldn't believe that they had seen that too. These guys that she works with nearly every day watched her sucking my cock and almost certainly recorded the event to watch over and over again. I wondered if they would even be able to look her in the face at work without imagining her lips wrapped around a cock. I knew that Marie was enjoying teasing them like this. If it ever came out, Marie would just act like she didn't know anything about it. But for the sake of her job, and for the sake of any future adventures, I sincerely hoped that they would never say a word about it.

My Holiday Vacation Ch. 01 by lonelyssbbw © Fact or Fantasy? I'm going to leave that to your imagination. But please let me know if you enjoy the story. With enough positive feedback, I'll post further more about the weeks adventures! ______________________________________ My vacation was unbelievable! I've been extremely stressed lately between work, the kids, and some other things going on. So my husband suggested I take a week and go visit my old college roommate. This was a surprise that he suggested a vacation, let alone to visit Celeste! Celeste and I roomed together the entire 4 years we were in college. And hubby knows that she were a little wild at times. She and I have kept in touch over the years - both of us are married with kids. Her kids are a lot older though. Her daughter just started college and her son is a senior in college. We've both shared secrets, fantasies - all the stuff that makes or breaks a good friendship. When I called her and asked if it would be a good time, she was ecstatic - she was going to have a week off work, too. So we started planning: I'd fly in on Friday night, 6/24 and she'd pick me up from the airport. We'd stay in the city over night. Then we'd go to her house (which happens to be on a small, semi-private lake) sometime Saturday. Hubby took me to the airport. He helped me get my luggage checked and we kissed goodbye. I waved at him as he drove away, then went inside to wait. I hate traveling alone, but was so excited - I hadn't seen Celeste for about 5 years now. Inside the airport I sat and read a magazine, trying to be patient for the plane. To make a long story short, there were mechanical problems with the plane I was supposed to board. I ended up sitting at the airport over 4 hours waiting for a flight out. I called Celeste to let her know I'd be real late and not to drive into the city for me. I tried to keep my voice strong, but I was so tired and disappointed, there were tears in my eyes. By the time the flight landed, It was about 2:30 in the morning. I sleepily got off the plane and headed to the luggage area. When I turned the corner, I was shocked to see Celeste waiting there for me! I was so glad! We gave each other the biggest bear hug! Maybe I should explain at this point that Celeste is much smaller than I am. If you watch "Everybody Loves Raymond", Celeste looks a whole lot like Deborah, even to some degree in the face. I'm somewhat the opposite: I'm 5'5", blond hair, brown eyes, and close to 400 pounds with very large breasts. Seeing her and that hug made my day! We chatted about everything waiting for the luggage - kids, husbands, work, stresses. We weren't anywhere near out of subjects to chat about, but we'd been there 45 minutes and no luggage. So finally we asked: the luggage had been put on the wrong plane and wouldn't be in until sometime late Saturday. Lucky for me Celeste had already booked us a hotel room (and I should say a very nice one with one very comfortable queen-size bed) for the night. So we left our contact information, hopped in her car and headed to our room. Once in our room, I was exhausted. It was nearly 5 a.m. and I'd been in the same clothes since for almost 24 hours. I had nothing to sleep in. Celeste saw the look of concern on my face. She looked at me, grinned real big and said "remember the college days? I'll sleep naked if you will!" I grinned back at her, faced her and stripped, almost as if this had been a dare. I was so tired, though. I gave Celeste another hug and told her thanks for everything. I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. I slept hard for a few hours. I'm not quite sure what woke me up, but it was about 11:30 in the morning. It took me a minute to remember where I was. Then I looked around - the curtains were open, looking out into a commons area with a swimming pool. The lights were off. The bathroom door was open and no one was in there. Oh well, I figured Celeste had probably gone to get coffee or something. So I got up, tried to keep my back to the sliding glass door, and went to take a shower. I would have Celeste close the curtains when she got back. The hot water felt so good! Finally I got out and dried off. Still no Celeste. There was no way the towel would go around my body, so I held it in front of myself as I walked toward the dresser (which was coincidentally towards the glass) to get my clothes. When I opened the drawer, there were no clothes, but there was a note: "Sheila: I'm so glad to see you again! I had to think of a way to make our time together unforgettable, but I was having trouble figuring out how. Then when you undressed in front of me last night, it hit me. You shared a fantasy with me long ago - one where you were left in a motel room with nothing but a nightie to wear. When I woke up this morning you looked so beautiful lying there sleeping. I knew I had to make it happen. But I didn't have a nightie to leave for you. So, sis, you have nothing to put on. The room is paid for through Sunday noon. I'll be back for you, but I'm not going to tell you when. Room service is delivering lunch to you at 12:30. I did leave your driver's license and some cash in the bottom dresser drawer in case you needed ID or money for a tip. Enjoy your day! Love, Celeste" I tore the room apart, but there was nothing to wear, not even that would fit her. Then I heard a knock at the door. I looked through the peephole, hoping it was Celeste. She had told the truth - it was room service! I did the only thing I could think of - I held the towel in front of my breasts so it hung down below my crotch and opened the door. He looked somewhat surprised, but I motioned and he brought my lunch in and sat it on the table. Then I went to reach for money to tip him. In my attempts to open the bottom drawer and get the money, I found I couldn't do it one handed. Here I was, facing a huge mirror, my bare ass already in plain sight for him, my cheeks (the ones on my face) as red as cherries, and I think tears were forming in my eyes. Finally I decided I had to do it - I laid my towel on the dresser, opened the drawer, got out $3 or $4 (I didn't even count) and turned and faced him - totally naked. I'm not sure whose jaw had dropped farther - his or mine. I thanked him and he headed toward the door. I tried to mumble some kind of apology. He turned towards me once more and said "There's no need to be embarrassed, Ma'am. You're gorgeous and you've made my day. If you need anything, just call room service and ask for Martin." He smiled and left. That's when I realized how hard my nipples were - and so clearly visible. I was a bundle of emotions - from excited and scared to horny. Then I realized the curtains were still open. I walked over to close them. A group of 4 or 5 men walked by while I was trying to find the cord. They smiled real big and waved. By the time I sat down to eat, I was famished from everything that had happened. This was just the beginning of what became a very exciting week. I'll have to write more later, but I'm out of time for right now. My Holiday Vacation Ch. 02 by lonelyssbbw © I was famished and lunch tasted so good. But I was thirsty for something other than water. I decided to set my tray outside the door and hope I heard the cart when it was picked up. I lay down on the bed and flipped through the channels on TV. There wasn't much on, so I settled on some old sit-coms. After about 45 minutes I finally checked outside the door. The cart had come and I didn't hear it. I really needed some caffeine by now. I bit the bullet and called room service: "May I speak to Martin?" "Martin is off duty now. He'll be back tomorrow. Can anyone else help you?" What's a girl to do? I thought for a moment and decided to suffer. Surely Celeste would be back soon. So I lay down on the bed again and watch some more lame TV. As I relaxed, I slipped into that place between awake and asleep. I let my fingers wonder to that magic place and let them softly, gently wander where ever they wanted. At some point I drifted off to sleep. And in my sleep I must have had some pretty sexy dreams, because I was really aroused when I woke up. It was a knock at the door woke me. This time I was alert enough I knew where I was and what predicament I was in. I picked up my towel and looked through the peep-hole, then threw the door open. I was excited, yet angry to see Celeste. "What the hell did you think you were doing!? What if the place had caught on fire? I had to expose myself to room service. And God only knows how many people saw me through the window before I got the shades closed." Celeste was smiling real big, almost laughing. "Yeah, you looked pretty sexy through the window. And Martin was really turned on." Celeste confessed to me that she hadn't even left the hotel except to get herself some lunch. And she confessed that Martin and his family were good friends of hers. She only saw them a few times a year, but he was certainly willing to do this favor for her. I didn't know whether to be angry, flattered, or horny. "So, can I get dressed now? Maybe we could go to the pool?" Then I realized the only thing Celeste was carrying was her purse and a small bag. "That's a good idea, Sheila. Here - here's a pair of knickers and a t-shirt. You can't go to jail this way, but it'll be like having next to nothing on." She tossed these to me. I couldn't admit to myself, let alone her that so far this weekend was like a fantasy come true! I put them on and made a fuss. "Girlfriend, my boobs are showing through this t-shirt dry. It won't hide anything at all wet. And I don't dare bend over in these knickers - they're a size too small - my whole ass would be on display." She didn't say a word. Instead she handed my my drivers license, pushed me out the door and toward the pool. I know we passed half a dozen men on the way to the pool. And I know they noticed me - their eyes burned into me. At the pool Celeste settled into the hot-tub. "Come on in, Sheila - the water's great." I leaned over and whispered - "It'll make my t-shirt see-through." Celeste replied "While you're in the water, no one will know." She had a good point, so I slid into the water with her. We got to talking and I kind of forgot about my situation. We brought each other up to date on what had been happening. After 15 or 20 minutes of conversation, Celeste got out of the water (she looked fine in her one-piece suit, too!) and commented that since it was pushing 6 p.m. she was going to go to the room and order us some pizza for dinner. I told her I'd join her soon, enjoying the relaxed sensation. I stayed another 10 or 15 minutes, then got out. And yes, it was as if I had nothing on. I dried the best I could, held the towel in front of me, picked up my id and headed for our room. I knocked on the door - no answer. I knocked again - still no answer. Now what do I do? I've locked my key in the room, Celeste isn't in there. I went back to the pool and to sit in the water and wait. But it had become uncomfortably crowded, especially for my attire. I did the only other thing I knew to do - I headed for the lobby to get a replacement key. When I turned the corner to the lobby I froze. There had to be 2 or 3 dozen men there. I had no idea what was going on, but I couldn't walk out there like this, even holding a towel in front of me. I turned and high-tailed it back to my room and pounded on the door. Still no answer. After surveying my options: stand in the hall and wait for God knows how long; go to the pool and put my body on display; or stand in line in the lobby for (hopefully) a short period of time. I finally settled on option 3. I mustered up all the courage I had, and walked purposefully into the lobby. I got in line (about 5 people ahead of me), holding my towel in front of me, suspecting that anyone could see my butt right through my knickers. I felt eyes on me from all directions. And it seemed I was in the slowest moving line. After what seemed like hours, but was really about 10 minutes, I was next. I explained to the gentleman (yes, it had to be all men working the counter that night) that I had locked my key in my room. He took my ID, looked at it, did something on his computer, looked at it again. "Ms. Cxxxxx, I'm sorry but I don't find any reservations under your name." "It's under Celeste Bxxxxxx." He looked under that name. "Yes, here it is, but since the room isn't in your name, I can't issue a key to you." I thought I was going to explode from a combination of anger, embarrassment, and fear. "I can call the room and see of Ms. Bxxxxxx is there." I was just about to answer when I heard Celeste speaking very loudly: "Sheila! I've been looking all over for you." Then she giggled some. "Next time you slip out of the room, you really should get dressed. You've probably left several men with a little problem tonight." I couldn't believe she said such things so loud. I know my face was red again. But at least I was safe (or safer, anyway). I didn't want to admit it to her, but Celeste was getting me so turned on, I didn't know if I could wait much longer for release. And we hadn't masturbated together or had sex in so many years, I didn't know if she was open to the idea anymore. I was turning into putty in her hands. She led me, ever so slowly and the long way around, back to our room. Once there she told me how she had watched much of what I did. Then she told me to undress, that she had one more surprise for the night. I had no idea what it might be, but I was ready to find out. My Holiday Vacation Ch. 03 by lonelyssbbw © You'll need to read parts I & II for the details of how I got to this point. Just to bring you up to speed, my best friend from college, Celeste, has me in a motel room with nothing but knickers and a bra to wear. She's asked me to take those off. And she just told me she had one more surprise for me for the night. I was game. We had visited just enough that I knew our friendship was still as solid as ever. Celeste, still fully clothed in contrast to my nakedness, came up to me and gave me a big, reassuring hug. Then she whispered in my ear. "Remember what we did to Sally on prom night?" I shivered - we had stripped her, tied her to her bed, and left her to be found by whomever might have walked in. Fortunately for her, it was her roommates that found her. "Yes, I do." "Well, I'm going to be here with you for most of the time, but I have a bit of a surprise to go along with it. Do you trust me?" I nodded, us still embracing each other. She loosened her hug and led me toward the bed. She lay me down on top of all the covers so there would be no way to cover me up (except towels again). Then she ever so gently but securely tied my arms, then my legs to the four corners of the bed. I wanted sex so bad right then that I would have done anything! "Now, sis, I want you to go through a little endurance test for me." She reached into her purse and pulled out a vibrator. She turned it on the lowest setting there was and slowly, gently ran it over my lower lips, easing it into me. She made sure it was where she wanted it, then let go of it and left it in me. I needed so much more for relief! "Celeste, what are you going to do?" I hadn't any more than asked the question but she had picked up the phone, dialed a number, and held it to my ear. As the phone was ringing on the other end, she said "Order some pizza for us." It was so difficult to concentrate, but somehow I managed to order a large pizza and a two liter of pop. Then Celeste smiled at me. She went over to the sliding glass door and opened the shades. Then she walked to the main door. "I'll be back soon. The cash for the pizza is on the table. I'll leave the door so the delivery person can get in." With that, Celeste swung the bar back on the door letting close but not lock and walked out. Oh, how I wish the vibrator was running faster. Or if I could only get my hands to myself. But Celeste had made sure my bindings were secure. The only thing I could do was concentrate on a fantasy world. But tonight I chose to relive the days experiences: naked in the hotel room, see-through clothes at the pool, and standing in the lobby. And now I was where I had only dreamed of, only fantasized about - helpless and somehow starting to near an orgasm. But I needed more. I had probably been there about 15 minutes when the door opened. I looked up to see Celeste smiling at me. "Comfy?" she asked smugly. I smiled at her the best I could. "I need more." "Poor thing" she replied. But she sat down in a chair beside the bed and began idly playing with one of my nipples. It still wasn't quite enough. Oh, I was so close. Soon there was a knock on the door. Celeste hadn't flipped the hook back around yet, so she said "Come on in, it's open." I was so excited, but I still remember the look on the delivery man's face. He had walked into a hotel room where a big, fat woman was tied to the bed, a vibrator in her pussy, her nipples hard as rocks, and a gorgeous, nearly petite woman sitting there playing with her nipple. Celeste spoke: "You can put the pizza on the table. I think there's enough money there to cover the price and the tip. Let me know if that's enough." This man had to walk around the bed to get to the table. He sat the pizza down, picked up the cash and turned and faced us to count it. "Ma'am, this covers the price but it's not much of a tip." You could even hear disappointment in his voice. Celeste looked directly at him and responded matter-of-factly, almost sternly: "Well, if you think you're going to get some while you're here, you're wrong. She's mine and I'll be the one that decides when and where she has sex. Now, if I owe you more money, let me know. If not, and if you really have to have a more of a tip, you can play with her breasts for 45 seconds each." I couldn't believe my ears! This was getting out of hand - I was scared now. What if he tried more, and Celeste couldn't stop him. Celeste and he seemed to be in a staring contest. And as bad as I wanted an orgasm, I was scared. He got down on his knees on the opposite side the bed from Celeste, pulled my breast over to him, and started sucking on it hard. That got me so close! And I know it wasn't any 45 seconds before he let go and left our room. Celeste smiled at me. "Are you ready, Sheila?" I didn't know for sure what she meant, but I knew what I hoped she meant. "For what?" She smiled at me: "For relief." "Oh, god yes! Please make me cum!" Instead of reaching for me, Celeste reached for the phone. This time, to my surprise, she said she was going to call my husband. I'm sure question marks were in my eyes. "You're going to tell him you're masturbating and you want to hear his voice when you cum. You're not to tell him I'm here. If he asks, I'm out getting dinner. But I'm going to be the one that gets you off." Then she dialed the number and held the phone to my ear. For once I hoped he wasn't home. But sure enough, he was. The next few minutes was a combination of heaven and hell. I had to keep talking to my husband. I couldn't tell Celeste what I wanted. She'd get me right to the edge, playing with me and sucking on my nipples, then stop suddenly. When she finally did take me over the edge, I lost it. I tend to be loud when I cum, but I know people in every room around us had to hear me this time. And oh, what an orgasm it was!! My husband even asked several times if I was OK and what had made me cum so hard. I told him it was the fact that I was relaxed, in a hotel room, and didn't have to worry about any chores or interruptions from kids. We visited a minute before he asked if I was going to cum again. I told him I hoped I would a little later. We said our goodbyes and Celeste hung up the phone. Then she said "Sheila, I can't wait any longer." She stripped and pulled out another vibrator. She turned mine up on high, then lay down beside me. She sucked on my nipples while she played with herself. It wasn't long until we were both in the throes of orgasm. And my 2nd one was more intense. I was drained. Celeste lay calmly beside me and turned my vibrator down. We were both feeling rather peaceful when there was a knock at the door. Celeste got up and put her blouse on. (It covered her, but barely.) It was security. "Ladies, it's really none of our business what you do behind closed doors as long as it's legal. But the key phrase here is behind. You need to close your curtains before I leave the room or I'll have to arrest both of you for indecent exposure and lewd acts in public view." Celeste had a big grin on her face as she turned and walked to the windows. She closed the curtains and thanked the security guard. He left, Celeste untied me and we had some pizza, neither of us bothering to get dressed. We both went to bed shortly after that. I had one of the best nights rest I had gotten in at lest weeks, probably in months, possibly even in years. The following week wasn't nearly as intense as the weekend, but there were plenty of surprise yet in store. I'll try to continue later. Watch for part IV!! My Holiday Vacation Ch. 04 by lonelyssbbw © You'll need to read parts I - III for the details of how I got to this point. Just to bring you up to speed, my best friend from college, Celeste, has spent the weekend with me in a motel room and helped me have one of the best orgasms I've had in a long time. We fell asleep basically in each others arms. It was a very peaceful night's sleep, too. We awoke around 8:30 Sunday morning. I still didn't have any luggage from the airline and they had not yet contacted me. Celeste had taken pity on me and washed the clothes I had worn on the flight while she had left me naked in the room on Saturday. The only clothes I had was my dress, my knickers (that I had worn in the hot tub Saturday evening) and the t-shirt she had purchased for me. So, I pulled the t-shirt on and she dressed. She ordered room service for us for breakfast and we began to discuss the plans for the day. I told Celeste I hated to wait around all day for luggage, but I only had a toothbrush and deodorant with me. We decided if the airline hadn't called by 11:00 a.m., we'd head to Walmart, I'd get just a few things then we'd go on to her place. Then when the airline did contact us, we'd just have to make a special trip to the city. I really didn't want to buy a bunch of clothes, but I wasn't sure what else to do. You should understand that Celeste lives about a 3 hour drive from the airport. We did a lot of visiting after breakfast. Checkout time was 11:30 a.m. and it was approaching 11:00. I was anxious to get out of the hotel. We looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders. "I guess I'll go shopping at Wally World" I said. So I pulled off my t-shirt and put on my dress and knickers. Celeste told me not to worry, that everything would work out OK. I knew it would, too. But I hated the thought of having to buy stuff I already had. As we were checking out, Martin walked by. I think I blushed the second I saw him. But he came over to us and visited for a few minutes. It seemed really strange to be visiting with a man that about 24 hours before had seen me totally naked. I wanted to ask him what he really thought, but I was way too shy. In fact, I let Celeste do all the talking. She mentioned having a bar-b-que on Saturday. He said he thought he and his wife could make it. I didn't think any more about it. We finished checking out (no luggage to carry to the car) and headed to Walmart. As we pulled in the parking lot, Celeste told me not to worry about buying much, that she would help me take care of things. I wasn't sure what that meant, but I've always trusted her and she's never let me down. She may have embarrassed me a time or two and she may have done things in unconventional ways, but she always came through for me. We found a pair of shorts and a blouse that went with it. The blouse was really a size too small, but it was on clearance and I was trying to watch my spending real close. "This way I can get a swim suit, too." I commented. But Celeste told me not to worry about that, that she had it covered. I started to the lingerie section to get a couple pairs of knickers when Celeste leaned over and whispered to me "I dare you to go without knickers all week." I must admit I was a bit surprised, but it sounded kind of exciting. And it would save me a bit of money. She must have seen the wheels in my head turning, because she leaned over again: "And you won't need anything to sleep in - you have the t-shirt I got you." She was right, So with a couple of personal items, a pair of shorts, and a blouse in the cart we headed for the checkout. We visited in the car while Celeste made our way out of town. Once out of the main part of the city, we were laughing about some of the things we'd done in the past. Then I asked her: "Celeste, you've got such a great body, have you ever shown it off?" Her reply was something like this: "Sheila, sometimes when I'm driving to or from the city alone, I'll pull off on a side road, strip, and put my clothes under the seat." I looked at her really surprised. I knew from my last visit that on this drive there were 2 or 3 small towns where you had to stop at stoplights. But I also knew that in her area, she could drive almost to her door and probably get out of the car and walk into her house naked and no one would be able to see. I smiled an evil smile and looked at her. "Yeah, as long as your clothes are in reach, you're fine aren't you? I bet you'd never put your clothes in the trunk for such a trip though!" Well, I had underestimated my friend again. "I will if you will." she said matter-of-factly. I think my jaw dropped because Celeste giggled a little and asked "What's wrong, can't do it?" Well, I had issued the challenge. I felt like I had to go through with it. "Pull off the road and let's see." I kind of hoped she was bluffing. But she pulled off on a side road, got out and went to the back of the car. I just sat there a minute, but then got out and went to see if she was undressing. She was down to her knickers. "Well?" she asked me. I couldn't back out now. I took my dress off while she took her knickers off. We threw them in the trunk at about the same time. I should mention that our bag from Walmart was in the trunk, too. There was nothing in the passenger area of the car to cover up with! The first few miles of driving like that I tried to hunch over every time a truck was even near us, let alone beside or passing us. Celeste just laughed at me. After about 30 to 45 minutes, I was almost as relaxed as I had been in the hotel room that morning. I have to admit that I was a bit nervous as we went through the towns. But I don't think anyone even noticed. In fact, I'm not sure what few people were outside even looked up when we drove by. When we were just a few miles from her house, I found a chance to change the subject: "Celeste, should we stop and get our clothes out?" I had suspected she might say no. And I guess I was ready for it if she did. "Sis, none of my neighbors are supposed to be home today. So we're not stopping 'till we get there. And if they are home, well, they'll just get an eyeful, won't they?" There was something in her voice that was relaxed and reassuring. I can't say I was really nervous, but I was, let me call it anxious. We pulled in her drive about 4:30. She pulled to the side of the house. She had already told me that her husband wasn't going to be home until late that night. So when Celeste got out of the car, I did too. I walked towards the trunk but she walked towards the door. It scared me a bit at first, but she unlocked the door then tossed me the keys. "I gotta pee bad!" she said. So I quickly (I was still anxious) grabbed our things, closed the trunk and went inside. We settled in and I started to get my shorts out. "Sis, there's no need to get dressed. It's just you and me. And I'm not getting dressed till I have to." I didn't want to tell her, but this was music to my ears. When we were in college, unless someone else was in the room with us, we were usually naked. It wasn't sexual (at least not all the time), but rather that we just preferred to not wear clothes. So, we settled in, visited, basically just kicked back and relaxed. Celeste had planned ahead and had dinner in a crock pot. It was getting close to time for her husband, Charlie to get home. I said something about the time. Celeste grinned at me like the cat that had eaten the canary. "I've got an idea I think you'll love." When she shared it with me, she was right - I loved it, yet dreaded it in someways. It turns out to be what she had in mind way back at Walmart. And I wouldn't need much in the way of clothes this week if this worked!! I'll have to tell you about it in part V. But let's just say that it was a delightfully carefree week. My Holiday Vacation Ch. 05 by lonelyssbbw © As I said in part IV, Celeste had planned ahead and had dinner in a crock pot. It was getting close to time for her husband, Charlie to get home. We were both sitting in her living room, completely naked. I said something about the time. Celeste grinned at me like the cat that had eaten the canary. "I've got an idea I think you'll love." When she shared it with me, she was right - I loved it, yet dreaded it in someways. It turns out to be what she had in mind several hours earlier when we were at Walmart. And if we went through with it, I wouldn't need much in the way of clothes this week!! Celeste and I both had gone nude most of the time we were in our dorm room at college. I had shared with her in emails that I missed that feeling. What she had proposed excited and scared me at the same time. But if I was ever going to try it, now was the time. So Celeste put her plan into action: I slipped my dress on, nothing else. We went to her neighbor on the North side of the house. The couple looked to be in their 50's. Both husband and wife were there. Now Celeste and her family have always been quite neighborly. She introduced me. They chatted about different little things going on around the area. Then Celeste told them the reason for the evenings visit. She said something like this: "I wanted to check with you about something so as not to cause trouble. You see, Sheila and I have known each other since our senior year in high school. And she's a nudist. Now a lot of people have a big misunderstanding about that lifestyle. She doesn't go around having sex with anyone and anything she sees. She just prefers not to wear clothes. I told her that it's fine to go without clothes inside, but we'd need to check with our neighbors before she did so outside. Will it bother you if she doesn't wear clothes while she visits?" The two of them looked at me, at each other, then at Celeste. Finally, Mrs. Long spoke up. "Well, Celeste, Sheila. It won't bother us if it is as you say." Deep down I think that's the answer I wanted to hear, yet I knew this man (who had a slight smile on his face now) and woman would sooner or later see me naked this week. Celeste looked at me and said "There, Sheila, you have your answer. We just need to check with the Dobbin's now." I could tell from her tone of voice and look that this was my cue to speak. In as courageous of a voice as I could, I smiled and said "Thank you for understanding Mr. and Mrs. Long." Celeste then added "Thank you very much. And if it won't bother you, I may see how it feels too." Mrs. Long again reiterated that as long as there wasn't a lot of sex going on outside, it was OK. There was some more chit-chat between Celeste and them, then we said goodbye. My heart was pounding faster than I think it ever had. We walked to the South, past Celeste's house to the other neighbor. (I should mention that there are no houses on the other side of the street. And with trees, fences, and bends in the lake like they are, there's no way the people on the other side of either of Celeste's neighbors could accidentally see her back yard.) Mr. & Mrs. Dobbins. were sitting on their back porch. Celeste had me follow her around to meet them. The speech was much like it had been at the Long's. There was no hesitation here, though. When Celeste asked "Will it bother you if she doesn't wear clothes while she visits?" this couple, probably in their late 40's, both said "no" at the same time. Celeste replied something like "Thank you for understanding. We've already spoken to Mr. & Mrs. Long. They're fine with it, too. And I may join Sheila from time to time this week." Then Celeste looked me straight in the eye. "Well, Sis, you can take your dress off now if you want." I think my cheeks went dark red. I tried to calmly state "I don't make it a habit of undressing in front of other people." But it came out more like "Uhhh, ohh, OK. Should I go ahead?" Celeste smiled real big at me. Mrs. Dobbins said "Yeah, go ahead. We don't mind a bit." I could hardly believe what I did - I stood right there on their back deck and took my dress off. Celeste and they chatted for a few moments longer. Then we said goodnight and headed for home. Celeste was helping me make fantasies a reality. I wasn't sure I could do it. But with her prodding and encouragement, I was doing things I never thought would happen. My next big test would come in about 15 minutes. Celeste handed me a magazine to read while she was setting the table for dinner. She told me the next part of her plan: when Charlie came in the back door, I was to be engrossed in my magazine article and not hear him. She would meet him in the living room. (Keep in mind I've been friends with these people as long as I've known them.) She would clear her throat as they entered the dining room - that would be my cue to look up, see Charlie, jump up and give him a big bear hug - hopefully all before he could say anything about my dress (or should I say lack of dress?) Boy, does Celeste know her husband. It worked like a charm. He didn't get to say a thing before we were hugging each other like old friends should. Celeste even managed to speak first. "Charlie, the airline lost Sheila's luggage. All she has to wear is a dress, a pair of shorts and a top. But she told me too that at home when the kids aren't there, she goes naked all the time. So I told her that's fine, she can here too. We've even checked with the neighbors and they're fine with it." Talk about taking the bull by the horns! What could Charlie say now? He looked at her, then at me. "Well, Sheila, I guess that's OK with me. Just, uhhh, .....I'm afraid......" I interrupted him "What, Charlie? What are you afraid of?" Celeste jumped in. "Sweetie, if you're afraid you'll have a hard on all the time, don't worry about it. It's natural if you're not used seeing such beauty constantly." I giggled. Yes, it was awkward at first. But let me tell you that the rest of the week was liberating. I didn't have to worry about what to wear, what people thought or about being "properly covered". I didn't' even have to worry about laundry! Celeste and I spent a good part of our Sunday evening sitting outside visiting. And Monday morning Celeste decided to join me as a nudist. The neighbor's seemed to always be doing some kind of yard work that day. While nothing quite as sexual as the weekend at the hotel happened, the rest of the week did have it's interesting parts. I'll try to tell you all about those someday real soon. My Holiday Vacation Ch. 06 by lonelyssbbw © If you've read the previous parts about my vacation, you know that I'm spending the week with my friend old college roommate, Celeste. Through a series of events, I'm actually able to find out what its like to be a nudist this week! The first time Charlie, her husband, saw me this week I was completely naked. He's had some concerns about me not dressing, but mostly about his potential embarrassment. And their neighbors are fine with it! As I said at the end of the last part, it was awkward at first. But the rest of the week was liberating. I didn't have to worry about what to wear, what people thought or about being "properly covered". I didn't' even have to worry about laundry! Monday morning Celeste decided to join me as a nudist. And again on Monday, for that matter the rest of the week, the neighbor's seemed to always be doing some kind of yard work. For the most part, the week was uneventful compared to what the weekend had been like. The daily routine for me was to get up, shower and have breakfast with Celeste. By the time I got up, Charlie had already left for work. So the two of us would visit until lunch time. A lot of times in the afternoon we'd sit outside. The neighbors came over to visit regularly. What surprised me was that the women seemed as interested in sitting with us as the men. One or the other of the ladies would come over for a few minutes just about every day. There Celeste and I would be, sitting naked and they would be fully clothed. Of course the men came over too, but usually at different times from their wives. It was really kind of cute they way they tried to steal glances at us. The evenings were kind of fun. Charlie had to work Monday through Friday. He'd get home around 5:30 in the evening. And every evening when he did, there were his wife and I both sitting around naked. Sometimes inside, sometimes outside. Charlie's really modest. It didn't take a lot to make him blush. So we had some fun with that, but sparingly. I sure didn't want to get kicked out! Monday and Tuesday we went really mild on him. Tuesday night I could hear Celeste an Charlie, though greatly muffled, having quite the time if you know what I mean. I lay there listening, playing idly with myself, kind of wishing it were me, yet feeling so relaxed that I didn't care a lot. Wednesday morning Celeste had a glow about her - the glow that says "I just had the best lay that I've had in months and I want the world to know how sexy I am." Our routine during the day was pretty much the same. But the evening took something of a turn! Now if you're anxious to hear about me getting laid, forget it. It didn't happen all week. This wasn't about swinging or cheating, but about being a nudist. Yes, Celeste and I have our fun when we can, but I'd never, ever do anything to hurt her - and Charlie's her man. Anyway, Charlie got home right on time that evening. (Celeste told me late in the week that he got home earlier this week than he had in a long, long time.) Celeste and I were sitting in the living room. Charlie started to the bedroom to change clothes when Celeste spoke: "Charlie, did you mean what you told me last night about Sheila and me being two of the sexiest women you've seen?" Charlie looked like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. "Yes, sweetie, I did." "Well, Sheila and I think you're one mighty sexy man." (She and I had discussed this a few times, and not just this week.) Charlie, blushing slightly: "Thank you." Celeste: "So, Charlie, you need to join us tonight." Charlie: "What do you mean?" Celeste: "You know what I mean. Go hang your suit up and don't bother to put anything else on." Charlie: "I couldn't. I mean, it's....uh...." He was stumbling for words. It was real obvious he wanted to, but was really nervous. "well....it's not so obvious when one of you are excited. I mean.........." Celeste interrupted him. "Charlie, we're not going to make fun of you if you get an erection. We may smile, but to us, that's flattery. You've looked at us every chance you've had for the last two nights. And I'll say that you felt REAL good last night. But poor Sheila here has only seen me." (I'll confess that that was a treat in and of itself to me, but I didn't' say anything at the time.) "So do this for me: Go to the bedroom, take off your suit and hang it up. Take off all the rest of your clothes, and come on back in here. OK?" Celeste's tone reminded me of a mother giving directions to a child. And Charlie had no other arguments. It wasn't long before he slowly came back into the living room. As bad as I wanted to whistle and laugh, just to torment him some, since Celeste had promised we wouldn't, I didn't. But if he used his body very well at all, I know why Celeste had that look on her face in the morning! Needless to say, Charlie was erect, too. (And it was all I could do to keep from staring.) We sat around and visited. Celeste and I worked to talk about anything we could other than clothes and sex. And it wasn't that difficult. About 6:30 or so, Celeste picked up the phone and dialed. She nor I either one had started fixing anything for dinner, so she ordered delivery. You're probably expecting some wild tale about the driver or sex, but it didn't happen. It's difficult to see into the living room from the front door of their house - possible but difficult. When dinner arrived, Celeste slipped on a t-shirt that fell below her cheeks (but just barely) and went to the door. I kept visiting with Charlie, trying to keep his mind (and mine) off of his member. We had dinner, visited a bit, and watched a movie. Charlie usually went to bed before we did. When he did, I heard Celeste tell him "Tomorrow night you'll just automatically change into your birthday suit, won't you?" I couldn't help giggling to myself. On Thursday and Friday evening Charlie did just that, too. Both of those evenings Celeste and I cooked a couple of his different favorite dishes. I know I've said it a couple of times, but this was one of the most relaxing, liberating weeks of my life! And I got to see eye-candy daily! Friday evening we stayed up late watching some crazy movie. Around 1:30 a.m. it went off and another one came on. I thought I was game to watch it, but Charlie and Celeste were ready for bed. (I'm not sure if they were ready for sleep.) So I laid down on the couch to watch the next movie. Well, I fell asleep there. And I slept good. When I woke up on Saturday morning, the house was very quiet. I was relaxed. It was so nice not having anything that I had to do. I listened for a few minutes in case Charlie and Celeste were awake. I didn't hear anything, so I got up and went to the kitchen. There was a note on the table. "Sheila, You were sleeping really sound, so we didn't want to wake you. Charlie took me to the store to get a few groceries. We'll be back as soon as we can. Love, Celeste." That explained why it was so quiet to take a short but soaking bath, shave my legs, you know all those things that the men never want to hear about. After I was out of the tub and presentable (that is, dried off because I planned to spend my entire day naked again) I fixed a bite of breakfast, picked up the newspaper and went out on the deck. The sun felt extra good that morning. I was about finished with breakfast when both Mr. Dobbins and Mr. Long (Celeste's neighbors) came over. When I invited them to sit down, they seemed a bit shocked. I laid the paper down and we chit-chatted about the national news. Both men are attractive in their own way. And even though they did a fair job of keeping the conversation going, it quickly became obvious both wanted a good view of me. They were both looking at my boobs every chance they got. Once when I caught Mr. Long staring and practically drooling, I cleared my throat, smiled at him and asked in a stage whisper "What would your wife think of you staring at my boobs?" I winked at him then and his face turned bright red. To try to put him a bit at ease I told him I was flattered that they were the least bit interested in a "fat old broad like me." Then I offered to get them both a cup of coffee. I figured if they accepted, they could stare at my back side as I walked to the house. And coming from the house I'd have to hold the cups out away from me in case they spilled. And it worked - both accepted. While inside fixing their coffee but out of their sight I teased my own nipples, trying to be sure they'd be hard as I walked back outside. As I walked back out carrying their coffee, I felt like I was on stage in a dream! I was being admired by these 2 men. They were openly looking, even staring at any part of my body they wanted. Of course I hadn't been able to carry the cream and sugar, too. So that gave me another chance to let them see me without making it a really awkard situation. After all, we had promised this wouldn't be a real sexual thing. We were all just finishing a second cup of coffee when Mrs. Long came out to see what was taking her husband so long to do some picking up in the yard. I waved at her and invited her to join us, hoping to diffuse any potential trouble. She walked over and stood for a bit, listening to our somewhat political discussion (President Bush, the war in Iraq, etc.). She seemed to be getting somewhat interested, so I found an opportunity to ask her a pointed question, hoping to engage her in the conversation. It worked - soon she was right there in the discussion with us -- me sitting there naked and all 3 of them clothed! We had all been visiting about 15 minutes when the phone rang. I thought I should answer it, so I excused myself and walked toward the house. The sun had come around just right so that I had a great view of their reflections in the glass door. All three were staring at me. I smiled inwardly enjoying the attention. It was Celeste on the phone to let me know they were on their way home. I wasn't sure why I needed to know that, but thanked her for calling. When I started back outside I saw that Mrs. Dobbins was standing on the same side of the table where I had been sitting (facing the men). I called out to see if anyone need any more coffee. Mrs. Long replied that they all needed to be going soon. So I made my way back outside and walked behind both men. I stood between them and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. This placed my breasts basically between their heads. I started to speak and both tried to turn to look at me. Of course basically all they could see was my boobs. I saw that both wives were trying to hide a grin as I spoke: "I want to thank you two for being such gentlemen this morning. It was so refreshing sitting here, knowing at any time you could try to turn the conversation towards sex. But instead you engaged my mind. I'm sure your wives appreciate it, too." Then I leaned over and kissed each on the forehead, allowing at least one boob to "accidentally" brush against each of them as I did. I winked at their wives as I stepped back and to the other side of the table. "Now I've got to go get the kitchen cleaned up before Charlie and Celeste get home." And with that I leaned over in front of them to pick up the coffee cups. Once inside, though, I wasn't doing the dishes but instead went straight to the couch where I had slept to do myself! Between sitting there naked with them, giving them the little show and not having much relief all week, I wanted to cum! It wasn't going to take long, either. I had one hand in me and the other holding my boob to my mouth so I could chew on a nipple when I heard Charlie's voice: "Sheila, we're home, and we have a surprise for you." He was looking straight at me. So was Celeste. And so was their daughter, Tammy. And so was some guy I'd never seen in my life. All five of us were totally surprised. I wanted to die. I reached for a cover, but had folded it up and put it away. I sat up and bent over, folding my arms across my breasts, trying to somewhat hide my nakedness. Celeste spoke: "Sheila, I'm sorry. Tammy met us in town. This was supposed to be a pleasant surprise for you. She eloped two weeks ago. This is her husband Roy." I looked up just a bit. "Hi Tammy. Hi Roy." was all I could manange to say. Tammy sat down next to me and put her arm around me. "Why don't you all go unload the cars?" For her age, Tammy seemed very mature. She hugged me while I just cried. We just sat there, hugging and me crying for several minutes - crying from shame. "Aunt Sheila, don't worry - It's OK. I've done that before. Well, I can't suck my own nipples, but I've masturbated. And I've even seen mom do it. Well, Mom can't suck her own....." That's when I started to giggle a bit. "I know she can't. But Roy?" "It's OK. He's very understanding. We've dated for 3 years. It'll be fine. Mom told us about you being a nudist. It's OK." I smiled at her and gave her an even bigger hug. "Thank you." I'm not sure how, but she signaled the Celeste back into the room. The next thing I heard was Celeste's voice: "Sheila, you were about to orgasm. I'm so sorry for such poor timing. I'll make sure we make it up to you." All I could do was wonder just what she meant by that. But as the day progressed, I learned. I'll have to tell you all about that another time.

My Exhibitionist Best Friend by skkta My Exhibitionist Best Friend Pt. 01 A friend starts her journey to being an exhibitionist. Prologue This is the story of how my best friend discovered that she is an exhibitionist, how I found out, and how I somehow ended up with near total control over her increasingly public nudity. And it all started with just one unexpected statement over dinner. ***** "We could model for each other. That could be fun." Those were not the words I expected to hear from Emily while talking about the figure drawing class we were taking. My college industrial design class was studying abroad for a month over the summer, and we were halfway through a special weeklong figure drawing course meant to expose us to other forms of art. This was not really our kind of art and none of us had any experience with something like this. But I think we were all enjoying it, both for the artistic education and the ability to get to stare at a naked French woman for two hours at a time. That part may have just been me, but odds are that more than a few in my class were enjoying the sight. After a long day of our various classes, my two best friends and I went to dinner like we had been doing so many nights. I, Ben, sat on one side and Emily and Laura sat opposite. We had been close friends since the start of college. "I really didn't know what to expect with this figure drawing class, but it's been pretty fun," I said at some point in the conversation. Laura said, "I can't believe that were already over half way through though. I feel like I'm just now figuring out how to draw people that actually look like something. I've always wanted to get good at that and this is helping a ton." "Same, I can see so much of a difference so far. I would love to stick with this and see how much better I could get. It's fun," I said, voicing aloud just half of the reason for my desire to continue with figure drawing. "I'd like that too. I think there are actually some classes back at college, not sure if we can get in them though since it's not for our major," replied Laura. I began to imagine that incredible situation. Taking a semester long class of getting to look at naked people- aka appreciate the form of the human body. And the models would be fellow college students instead of an anonymous though very attractive French woman. Maybe it would be someone I knew from a different class. Maybe it would be one of the really hot cheerleader types. Anyone would be fantastic actually, just because I would know that they are just a college student like me. I broke from my momentary fantasy when I heard Emily say, "Well if we really want to keep it up and can't find c class to take, we could model for each other. That could be fun." We both looked back at her, maybe a little unsure of what we heard at first. Laura chuckled a little and said, "Good joke Emily. Can't imagine doing something like that." I said nothing. "Well I was kind of serious about that. I'd really like to keep on practicing my figure drawing too, and if I couldn't find a better way to do it, I feel like us drawing each other would be an ok option," Emily said. "But I'll just try to find a class to take when we get back." Again I said nothing. Because I didn't know how to properly respond to the variety of thoughts running though my head at the time. I was suddenly imagining seeing my friends naked standing there on the podium, letting me look over every inch of them. And then I was imagining myself standing there just as naked, watching them scan over my body. It was a lot of mental images at once. I loved it. But then the conversation moved on. Dinner continued and then the night was over. During the remaining days of class, I kept the thought of that suggestion and that fantasy in my mind, but there was never any more mention of it with Emily and Laura. The summer ended and we went back home, back to a normal school life where we didn't discuss being naked. Yet. Chapter 1 After the summer, it was time to go back to school. We kept busy and we stayed close friends. Each of us lived in different dorm buildings on campus with different roommates, but our class work kept us together often. Still, Emily never mentioned her suggestion from that first dinner. For that fall semester, we had to take an interdisciplinary design class of our choice. Emily and Laura and I decided to pick a class together and we somehow ended up in an architecture class. Emily actually suggested it and it sounded like a fun idea, so we signed up. Laura and I didn't know a ton about the class before the first day, but we trusted her recommendation. The first week, the class were good but unremarkable. It was a mix of history and practical design exercises. Nothing very out of the ordinary for what we were used to doing, but we knew there was some kind of big project coming soon from reading the syllabus. The second week in, we got more info about the biggest part of our grade. It was to keep a daily sketchbook for the rest of the semester. Ok, that's not hard at all, I thought. We sketch plenty for our other courses, mostly products and small objects that we are designing. I thought that we could just use those sketches and satisfy the assignment with basically no extra work. The challenge to this big project was found when we read the details on the assignment sheet together after class. We were to sketch a variety of subjects including objects, buildings, people, animals, plants, and anything else we felt like sketching. But if our book didn't have variety to it, it said our grade would reflect that. "Ok so reading this, it looks like we are actually going to have to do some new sketches for this project if we want a good grade," I said. "Looks like it," Laura agreed. "Did you know about this part of the class when you suggested it Emily?" "Yeah, my roommate mentioned it, but she's in studio art, so I guess she just didn't make it sound as involved as it actually is. I mean it's not that difficult. Just have to do some sketches every day of stuff we don't normally sketch." We did our best for the next couple weeks to sketch what we thought was variety, but to be honest, it was pretty heavy on the industrial design stuff. Its what we were already doing, so it was easy. And we were busy with other classes, so we basically had to just do what we could. At the two-week mark, the sketch books were collected for a quick progress review. I guess unsurprisingly, all three of us got notes saying that we needed to draw other things from now on if we wanted a good grade. The note said something about us needing us to broaden our skill set. The note suggested that we start picking more organic subjects. Plants, landscapes, people. It also suggested to try some figure drawing to help us get away from sketching rigid objects. I saw this note and immediately flashed back to the summer before, to our week of figure drawing. I guess Emily and Laura did too, because it was the first thing that they mentioned when we started talking after class. "Did you get the same note I did, about needing to draw organic objects? Looks like I'm going to have to figure out how to draw people again. Man, I was so good before, I'm going to really have to get back in practice," Laura said first. "Yeah that's what mine said too," I responded. Emily followed, "Yeah same. Well we did say at the time that we enjoyed it and wanted to do it again sometime." "Very true," I said. "Ok well I guess we need to look into where we can do that around here. Maybe there is still an art class we can get into? Or some club or something like that?" "My roommate is around the art building a lot, I'll ask her," said Emily. "Fantastic," said Laura. "Surely she'll have a suggestion. There has to be some way for us to draw people around here!" Later that night, we got a text from Emily with an update. "Talked to my roommate. The art department has figure drawing classes, but they are all full already this semester and there aren't any clubs that do live drawing. Her best suggestion is to sign up for a night course that the local museum is doing. It's $115 for 6 weeks of classes though." "That's way more than I expected, and we don't need that long a class either," I replied first. "I don't really have the money to do that right now. Plus we don't exactly have the time to be taking a weekly night class," Laura texted. "Could we just not do any real figure drawing? Maybe just sketch from some pictures?" I said. "I don't think that will work. I told my roommate that and she said that you can always tell the difference between real figure drawing and faking it. Our teacher would definitely be able to see it and might not give us the grade we want for that." "Ok. Could you ask your roommate if there is any way to get a model to help us out outside of a class Emily? I'd hate to have to pay, but I guess we could throw some cash at someone to help us out," I replied. "I can ask. Not sure what she will say though," Said Emily. Laura replied, "We've got to be able to find someone that wants some extra cash." There was a couple minute break at this point before anyone responded. The chat bubbles came up a couple times but would then disappear. Finally, a text from Emily came through. "I'll just do it. You guys can draw me. Since its just for art and we really need a model. Strictly professional. Oh but I also need to draw one of you." Flashbacks to that dinner and her original suggestion hit me. Did she really just say that. Could this be a serious suggestion? Laura responded first, quickly. "Are you serious? You'd be willing to do that?" "Yeah serious. We really need to be sketching from a live model and I'm willing, I guess. I think it's our best option right now." "Wow, I guess that would work out pretty well," I said. "Yeah this sounds like the best option we have!" replied Laura. "Ok then yeah I'll do it. But like I said, I'm only half of this. I need someone to sketch too." Neither of us replied for the next minute or two. Obviously neither of us wanted to volunteer too quickly. Part of me so wanted to say yes right then, but I think I was too in shock about what was happening to put it into words. Emily ended up replying first. "You two can decide later since neither of you seem too enthused. Should we do it this weekend? We need to have a couple sketches before the next progress review. We could do it once this weekend and then again the next weekend maybe?" We both responded that we could make the weekend work. It was happening. I was going to get to see Emily naked next weekend. And there was a good chance that I would be just as naked in front of my two best friends. I was ecstatic. And terrified. Surprisingly, we didn't talk about the subject at all for the next couple days. It was as if we never texted. Classes as normal. Then Thursday night, Emily texted. "Ok so we can do our sketching in my dorm room this weekend. Have you two talked about who else will be posing?" "No we haven't. Maybe we could just decide when we get there?" I replied. "Ok, well since you can't decide, I have decided that I get to pick who joins me. Since I was the brave one to volunteer first. I'll tell you this weekend." "Wait what?" immediately replied Laura. "Yeah I think I have the right to pick my posing partner for this week. So that's what I'm going to do." "That's making me a little nervous, but ok I guess," I texted. "How do you think I feel! I'm the one that volunteered to pose in front of my two best friends! I've been nervous all week since suggesting it. I was afraid I would back out if I didn't text you two about it tonight." "Ha ok well sorry, and thank you. This weekend sounds good for me. Saturday afternoon at 2:00?" I said. "Good for me," said Laura. "Perfect for me. See you both on Saturday," finished Emily. Gulp. This is happening. Saturday morning. I wake up and immediately begin to think about what is going to happen today. I've got just a couple hours to fully prepare mentally and physically for the sketching session. I've really always wanted to see Emily naked. Laura too, but mostly Emily. As a college age male, I guess it is pretty standard to wonder what your female friends look like undressed. Emily is 5'7" or so. Thin and athletic. A cup, but enough there. Fully my type. Laura is a little taller and more average build, probably B cup. Definitely still attractive, but not my first choice. There was a solid chance that I would be seeing both of them naked today. It was a little overwhelming. I decided that I needed to pre-masturbate before heading to Emily's dorm. I also spent a good couple minutes checking myself out naked in the mirror, to see what they might be seeing soon. I procrastinated getting ready to leave a little more than I should have. Even though I was excited for what would be happening, it was still a little bit surreally impossible, like I would get there and it would have all been a joke. So I procrastinated having to face the reality of this actually or not actually happening. But finally, it was 1:45. I had to leave to walk across campus to her dorm room. I arrived at the front door and Emily met me there to let me in just a couple minutes before 2:00. Laura was already in the room, apparently she got there very early. We all sat in the living room and looked at each other, knowing what was going to happen soon. But actually, we started talking about classes and other things. Basically anything except modeling, sketching, or what we knew was coming. Next thing we knew, it was almost 2:45 and no movements had been made towards beginning our sketch session. But then Laura looked at her phone and said, "Hey guys, I have dinner plans with my roommates tonight, so if we are going to do this, we really need to start soon." "I don't have a ton of time either," I said, looking over to Emily. "Ready to start?" Emily looked back at us, took a deep breath, and said, "Yes let's do this. Now I've thought a lot about how this is going to go. I asked my roommate for some tips about how we should do this." "Wait she knows about this? I assumed this was going to be a secret," Laura said quickly. "Well after all my questions about joining a class, my roommate knew about our issue, and asked what we decided to do. I felt like I had to tell her. I trust her." "Ok. Well no one else," replied Laura with some nervousness. "Ok so the plan. I am going to model first. We're going to do 3 or 4 10-minute poses with short break between. I think that's a good introduction for our first session. And then after I pose, one of you does the same. If one of you doesn't volunteer, I get to pick. Sounds good?" "Sounds as good as it's going to be. I'm ready to get going," I said. It was time. "I'm going to get ready in my room. Get your drawing stuff out, I'll be here in just a second," Emily said as she walked out of the room and closed her door. Laura and I didn't really talk while getting ready. In my mind, I knew that I wanted to volunteer to pose second, but I also was afraid of being too enthusiastic about it, and I knew that I would actually be terrified in the moment. I decided to not volunteer and take my chances. Emily then walked out from her room, wearing just a towel wrapped around her, like fresh out of a shower. She walked to the center of the living room, right in front of the TV and across from the sofa we were on. "Models normally wear a robe, but I don't have one of those, so this is the best you get. Ready to start?" We both nodded. Emily made eye contact with both of us, started a timer on her phone, and then ceremoniously pulled the towel away from her body and tossed it to the sofa to reveal herself to us. She was fully and completely naked and it was a glorious sight that I never thought I would see. She posed, putting her weight on one leg, one arm on her side, one on her leg. It was all visible, just like the view I had in that first figure drawing class. Her breasts were fuller than expected with tiny pink nipples. She was fully shaved and the slit of her vulva was clear. She looked immaculate. She blushed immediately and avoided eye contact. I could tell this was a lot for her. I realized that I was still staring at had not yet drawing. To be fair, neither had Laura. I guess having your best friend stand naked in front of you is a little distracting for everyone. I started sketching, and surprisingly, it started coming back to me. Guess I hadn't forgotten everything from the class the year before. I kept getting in the zone of the sketch and forgetting that it was Emily I was drawing. And then it would hit me again and I would have to take an extended look at her body in disbelief. Luckily, figure drawing is a fantastic excuse for staring for longer than socially acceptable. Especially when it is tits that you are staring at. Suddenly, the phone timer went off and it was over. Emily broke her pose and quickly reached over for the towel, wrapping herself up. No one said a word at first. Too awkward. She sat beside us with some reservation. "So... How do your drawings look?" asked Emily to break the tension. "Want to look?" I said, passing the sketchbook over to her. She looked intently and her eyes were wide, as if she finally realized the result of what she was doing. "Wow. Looks really great. I'm impressed. Yours looks great too Laura. I didn't know that pose was going to look like that." After a pause, she said, "I'm feeling very exposed right now. Obviously. But this is what I volunteered for. Ok I think I am ready for the next pose. Do either of you have any requests?" she said as she stood back up. "Uh no, however you want to pose is great for me," I said, hoping to not betray my enthusiasm too much. "Ok, I'll just see what happens." She returned to her position in front of us, and yet again swiftly pulled the towel away and tossed it. This time she stood with her legs slightly apart and rested her arms on her head, subtly pushing her torso and breasts out further than normal. As great as the previous pose was, this was a major improvement. It suited her frame and accentuated her assets wonderfully. I again stared a little too long before starting. This time, I think she noticed because she actually looked at us. The sketching moved quickly this time and the timer rang sooner than expected. She grabbed the towel again and sat down next to us, looking over our work. "I felt much better than time," she started. "I think this is something I've just got to get used to." "That makes sense. Being naked around other people isn't exactly the most normal thing to be doing," replied Laura. She then looked down, realizing what might be coming soon for her. After a couple more minutes and a bathroom break, Emily returned for the third pose. This time, she decided to lay down, with one leg bent up and her hands clasped on her stomach. It was definitely a different view. Her vagina was covered so it was all boobs, but still a wonderful view for me. This one again moved quickly. The timer went off and something different happened. Emily stood up, walked over, and sat down next to us still completely naked. No towel involved. "I've decided that I need to get more comfortable with this, so I'm going to skip the towel this time. You two ok with that?" We both stared and silently nodded. Somehow it was so very different to have a naked friend standing in a pose in front of you and that same naked friend sitting next to you as if it was nothing unusual. I felt like I no longer had the right to stare, even though I wanted to so badly. I painfully kept eye contact the whole time. And I think she noticed. We made small talk for a couple minutes, longer than normal. It was almost like she was enjoying the nakedness and the affect it had on us. Eventually, she stood and said she wanted to do one more pose before we switched models. Laura and I looked at each other nervously. This time, Emily pulled a chair from the dining area over to the posing area. "I think I want to try a sitting pose this time." There was a bit of a smile when she said that. She sat and slouched back, with her back just slightly arched and one arm over her head. Her legs had a slight spread to them, but not too much. It was all I was looking at. They were about a quarter spread, but it was enough to see what she had between them. I had not broken eye contact with her vagina the entire time. Once she was set, I looked up and saw that she was starting directly at us, watching our reaction. She knew what she was doing. The sketching began, but this seemed to be the most challenging pose to focus on. I just kept wanting to stare at the pussy in front of me. I struggled through and managed a half decent sketch. The timer went off and I realized it was over. Emily stood up and walked back in to her room, saying she would be back in a minute. A couple minutes passed as Laura and I filled time before what we knew was next. Then Emily walked back out, now fully dressed as if she wasn't just naked and spread in front of us. "So how are your sketches looking?" she asked as she sat back down. We passed over all 4 and she inspected them for a minute. "Wow, ok, that last pose was a little more.... explicit than I thought it would be. It felt natural at the time." "It's ok, it made a really good drawing," Laura replied while slightly blushing. "Ok well I think it's time to move on to the second half of todays events. Have you two made a decision yet?" Emily stated. "About that, don't you think we've done enough for today?" said Laura. "No because I don't have any sketches yet. I can't draw myself, can I. So I need one of you. It's ok, I survived." In my mind I wanted to stand up and volunteer, but I couldn't get the words to come out. I wanted it, but my body wouldn't let me. The choice was quickly taken away from me. "Only fair to do both sexes today, so Ben, you are up. Naked time for you." Shit. Naked time for me. "Ok Ben, I'm sure you remember the instructions, but I'll go over them anyway" Emily said. "Four 10 minute poses with breaks in between. Go for a variety of positions and poses. And make sure to stay still during each pose. No moving or else we'll have to start again so we can get 4 good sketches." "I can do that" I said, with a little tremble in my voice. After she picked me, I was able to go get undressed in her room and have a moment to myself. What was I about to do? Emily just did this and it went ok, so no reason to panic at this point. Still, this was one of those nervous moments that went on forever. Being honest with myself, I was excited about the idea of being naked in front of my friends. I had an ok body that was worth showing off. This was the ideal situation to do it. The biggest fear that kept me nervous all week was the idea that I might get an erection at some point. I knew that since this idea sexually excited me in some way, it might be hard to contain it. I had to hope that the embarrassment and adrenaline of the moment would keep it under control. So it was time to start. I took my place at the center of the room. It seemed as if I was moving in slow motion as my hands reached down to pull off the towel. I clasped the fabric and pulled it away and off my body, tossing it to the sofa in one move. I turned and faced the sofa with my full nakedness, making a pose that clearly showed off my front. Emily and Laura of course acted professional. No comments, just looking and early sketches. I decided that I needed to not look at them and try to let my mind wander to get through this without too much direct embarrassment. The timer quickly went off to mark the end of the first pose. Shockingly, it went by way faster than expected. Laura tossed me the towel and I covered up. Like the first set, there was not a lot of talk at first, and I was ok with that. It was awkward of course, but felt good in a way. I was hoping that Emily and Laura enjoyed looking at my cock and I was temped to take a look at their sketches and see how much detail they ended up with, but decided to wait to look at the very end to keep the mystery up. The second pose began. I was starting to get used to the feeling after a couple minutes of my second pose. Or as used to the feeling you can be when you know your two best friends are staring at your dick. Moments after this pose ended and I sat down, I heard a sound that nearly gave me a panic attack. The door opened. Thank god that I was covered up. Zoe, Emily's roommate, entered. Of course, she would be the only other person to come in. As the door closed, she said "Hey Emily, hope I'm not interrupting. My meeting ended early. How's the figure drawing going?" "Your fine, were taking a break right now. It's been good so far. We're about half way through. Ben is modeling right now." I shyly waved, saying hi and feeling weird to be there greeting Zoe in just a towel. Zoe was a cool girl. A hot girl. She was an artist type, naturally and effortlessly attractive. I didn't really know her that well but was occasionally friendly with her when hanging out with Emily. She would easily be near the top of my list for fantasy girls. I instantly felt a little embarrassed to be sitting here in a towel in front of her. There was some awkward introductions and greetings and a brief discussion about how Zoe has a lot more practice with drawing from a model. As an art student, she obviously had a lot of experience with it. I perked up when she mentioned that she had a lot of experience modeling too. "Yeah, when you are an artist, you always need new models, so everyone around the studio ends up doing it at some point. I like it actually. It's really relaxing, and builds some good self-confidence. Plus if you model for the college classes, it usually pays pretty great. I do it for a couple classes this semester." Oh how amazing would it be to be in one of those classes, I thought. But that would be a mental image for later, not now, when I am about to pose naked again. Then Emily added, "Hey could you actually look over our sketches and tell us what you think so far? You may be able to show us some good tips." "Oh yeah I'd really appreciate that," added Laura. We all look and talked for a couple minute, going over the Emily sketches and the ones of me so far. But then Zoe suggested that she would really be able to best help while they were starting on a new pose. Oh no. "Ben, would you be ok with Zoe being here for the next pose to help us out? It's totally fine if you aren't ok with it," said Emily. I almost felt like I didn't have a choice here, even though of course I did. But I wanted to cooperate and sheepishly told her no problem as coolly as I could while standing up and getting into position. Zoe grabbed her sketchbook from her room and set up right in front of me. No turning back now. I don't even remember what kind of pose I ended up with that time, because I was so focused on not ending up with an erection in front of this new and unexpected girl in the room. She gave them a lot of good advice as far as I could tell. They were so intently discussing their drawings that they didn't even notice at first when the alarm went off and I quickly covered up. The sketches from that round really were a big improvement I had to admit. Zoe knew what she was doing and she continued teaching for a couple minutes. Emily then said that it was time for the last pose. I stood back in place, but before beginning, Zoe said "Hey wait just a second." She stood up, put all her drawing things on the kitchen counter, and walked over by me. "I think it would help you two if you tried those tips with a female model too." I admit that I did not understand what she really meant until the clothes started coming off. Though I had seen a naked girl for a while earlier today, I realized that I hadn't seen her strip to get that that naked point. There is something unbelievably sexier about watching the clothes come off in front of you. Zoe smoothly lifted off her shirt and slid off her jeans in just a couple seconds. She was wearing matching teal blue underwear. I would have been incredibly happy just to see this, but it continued. She showed no hesitation to pull of her bra and then step out of her panties, leaving her as the only one naked in the room since I was still wearing the towel. God was she hot. Similar body type to Emily, but slightly bigger breasts. Toned legs lead to a pussy adorned with a neat black landing strip. She made a cute, show-offy pose towards the two girls and then turned to me and said "Hope you don't mind. Thought it might be fun to do a partners pose and it'll help them too. Let's start!" Gulp, I thought. So here I am, supposed to be naked right next to a fantastically hot naked girl, in front of my two best friends, and I have to act like it is completely normal. And try to not get an erection. Ok. Wow. All that raced through my head. Zoe moved me into our pose. It was a pretty basic pose, but I'm sure that with two people, it was much more interesting to draw. The good news is that I was positioned so that I couldn't see Zoe. I was facing sideways to the sofa, and Zoe was behind me, almost leaning on my back. The touch of naked skin was going to make this pose a challenge, but at least there was no visual component as well. This was the longest feeling pose yet, obviously. It was becoming very difficult to completely ignore the situation, and I could feel the blood start moving. Not exactly an erection yet, but the process had begun. I ended up starting to get enlarged by the time we ended, but not really erect. So that was a win, but I was still embarrassed and wondered if they had all noticed. As I pulled the towel on, we all realized that there were now two naked people and only one thing to cover with. Realizing the situation, Zoe immediately said "You take the towel, I'm fine to hang out like this for a minute." "Are you not uncomfortable being naked?" Laura immediately asked. "Oh no it's not really a problem for me. Like I said, the art thing has gotten me to the point that nakedness doesn't seem that special. I was like this for an hour for class on Friday. Emily and I are naked around the dorm a lot too. This is a clothing optional dorm room," she said as she laughed. Emily looked a little embarrassed for that fact to be out there. "It started when our AC stopped working for like a while last spring, so we kind of just adopted a minimal clothes strategy until it was fixed, and it stuck." Well Emily definitely never told us that story. But it started to explain a lot, but added even more questions at the same time. "Interesting. Not quite the solution I would have gone with, but I get it," said Laura. "Best option we had. Really got to the point that it just felt normal to hang around with not much on" Emily said. "We started calling ourselves part time nudists." We both went back to the bedrooms and got dressed. There was a quick bit of discussion about the quality of the drawings when we were back before the conversation took an unexpected turn. "Told you I was a good model Emily!" said Zoe. "I had offered to model when I heard about your situation," she said to all of us as an aside, "but Emily was afraid my poses would be too advanced for beginner sketching. I think my pose turned out perfect for what you need!" So Emily had lied about not being able to get a model for us. Interesting. Laura voiced my confusion for me. "Oh I thought that you couldn't find anyone for us Emily? That's why you had to do it?" A little bit of awkward stares all around but Emily covered it. "Oh well it was complicated; I wasn't sure when Zoe would be available and it just seemed easier for me to do it. Plus I felt like we would have needed to pay Zoe, so this saved us money. I didn't mind. Like I said, a little fun anyway." Satisfied at the answer, we soon left, leaving Emily and Zoe to their room. By this point, my feelings of what I had just done had mostly faded, but I knew that this would be an experience I would remember for a while. But what I most thought about was that conversation at the end and Emily's actions of the day. Based on Emily's initial suggestion that summer, her willingness to do it, the way she acted while naked, and the reveal that she lied to us about getting a model, I had a theory. The next afternoon, I decided that I needed to talk to her about it. So I sent a text, to just her. "So some experience yesterday..." "Ha yeah. Well we got good sketches. Thanks for being cool with doing it too. I'm sure a lot of other guys would have freaked out" she replied quickly. "No problem. Though it sounds like I didn't really need to do it after all since Zoe was willing. What happened with that?" I said. I was probing the situation. "Oh yeah, well like I said, I just thought it would be way simpler for just us to do it. Keep it in the group. Plus to be honest, I just wanted to try it. To see if I could. And I did. I liked doing it." "It did seem that you liked doing it. Quite a lot actually" I replied. "lol" was all that she replied. Time to go for it. "Emily, I have to ask. You are an exhibitionist, aren't you? You like being naked in front of people, right? That's what it seemed like yesterday. It seemed like you really enjoyed showing yourself off like that." No response for a couple minutes. I was afraid I offended her. A couple of typing bubbles appeared and disappeared. Then she finally replied. "Oh god, is it that obvious?" I knew it. She continued, "Oh no, I'm embarrassed now. Look, I don't know if I'm am that, but I just like to be naked around people, and this seemed like a good opportunity. But I thought that if I had a reason besides just that I like being naked, it would be less embarrassing. Shit, I guess I took it too far. Sorry." Wow, so now I know that my attractive best friend enjoys being naked around people. Dream scenario, I thought. My mind began racing about what to do with this info. So many directions I could take this. But she first replied "Can you not tell anyone about this? Not Laura. Not about any of this. We can just pretend this didn't happen and stop doing this sketching thing if this is a problem." "Absolutely, I'll not tell anyone about yesterday. But I don't think that this needs to end. You want to be naked. Let's keep getting you naked. I'm not going to complain," I quickly texted back, planning out our next moves. I continued, "How about we meet up this afternoon for coffee. I want to talk about this. I think we could have some real fun with this, exhibitionist Emily." My Exhibitionist Best Friend Pt. 02 Emily tells me how her exhibitionist history started. Emily did agree to meet me that afternoon to talk. But she refused to actually do the talking part in public. Too much risk of being overheard and being embarrassed again, which was a little ironic since the secret is that she wanted everyone there to see her naked. We grabbed coffee at the student center and then went back to her room since Zoe was out all day at the library. We sat and for a moment, neither knew how to start. So I began. "So Emily. Why exactly do you want to be naked in front of your friends?" Reminding her that I knew made her blush and look down for a moment. "Well, uh. It's been a thing for a while I guess, but really in the last couple years," she began. "I guess I should just tell you the truth since you called me out about it. There's a lot of story here," she said as she readjusted her position on the couch. "I guess I always enjoyed being naked in the normal kind of way growing up. You know what I mean. It was freeing and I didn't know better.But the, well exhibitionist thoughts didn't really start until recently." "I think the real start came the summer after I graduated from high school, when I worked as a lifeguard at a pool in town. It was a good job. Got to hang out at the pool and relax for most of the summer. Of course, I had a uniform, that classic red one-piece lifeguard look. Nothing revealing obviously. But I could feel the looks when I was sitting up there on that perch and when I would walk around the pool. Maybe it was really an authority thing, but I just felt like everyone was staring at me. As if trying to see through the suit. I felt so on display. It did something to me. Oh god I can't believe I'm telling you this." "Please, keep going, I already know where this story ends! And I mean I did see your vagina yesterday, so no need to be embarrassed just by talking," I said. The blush was back, stronger than ever. But it was true, and she knew it. "Ok so the suit was part of it, but not the main thing. So the pool I worked at had showers in the women's room for us to use before and after our shifts. I never had showers in school growing up, my school just wasn't set up like that, so this was new. They were basically open plan showers, no curtains, no privacy, nothing. The first couple days, I showered in my suit, like all of the other lifeguards. It was odd to shower with something on, and I really was tempted to go for it naked, but it just didn't seem right since it appeared that the standard was to just wear the suit." "But then after a week, a couple new girls started working. The three of them worked the previous summer and just got back into town from college. They were tight friends and acted like they already knew what they were doing, well, because they did. And on the very first day, at the end of their shift, they did it. All three, showering naked together in the middle of the room, not a care at all about who saw them. I was getting ready for my shift at the time and watched them out of the corner of my eye." "It was all I could think about that day. They didn't look embarrassed. They didn't act like they had something to hide. So I decided that now that they had done it, I could do it and it wouldn't be as weird. So after my shift the next day, I did it. I was alone at the time in the showers, which was perfect because I'm not sure I would have done it if it was full. I pulled off the suit and took a naked shower. I know, really not that scandalous. But it felt freeing, like I felt when I was naked growing up. It felt good and normal, but actually not as exciting as I had thought it would be. After a minute though, the door opened and I heard someone walking my way. I considered covering or running for a split second, but realized that I wasn't doing anything wrong, so why care." "Two other lifeguards walked into the showers and joined me as I was finishing up. Neither undressed, and none of us spoke. And I avoided eye contact. I left after a couple moments to go get dressed, but I wished I could have stayed naked there forever. It was like a high to be naked there, around other people who weren't naked with you. I realized in that moment that the other people around made the difference for me. Oh I'm sure I sound insane to you." "No I get it!" I interjected. "There's something so natural about being naked, so I get it. And it sounds like you really really like it. I've got to say, I'm impressed with how nervous you acted about being naked yesterday. Good acting." "No I actually was nervous! I mean you two are my best friends. It's a nerve-racking situation, even if I like it. It's definitely been a fantasy for a while to be naked around my friends," she replied while looking away. "Oh now I'm embarrassed again. I'm really not sure I should keep going." "No I feel like there's more to this story. Please keep going," I said. "I do have one question though." "What? I'm sure you could have a ton of questions here," she answered, slightly laughing. "So, if you enjoy being naked, and specifically naked in front of other people, why aren't you naked right now?" No immediate response. She looked at me slightly shocked that I would say that, but also completely understanding what I meant. I could see her thinking as she looked away. "On the one hand, that just seems weird and inappropriate. On the other hand, I flashed you for an hour yesterday and just confessed to being an exhibitionist to you," she finally replied. She then stood up from the sofa, saying, "So I think you are completely right." She then pulled her shirt over her head in a quick motion and slid down her shorts, leaving her in her underwear. Strangely, since I didn't see her in this state yesterday, it was especially hot to me. But it didn't last long because then her bra and panties were off just as quick. Naked Emily was back, basically 24 hours after her first appearance and I was so happy to have seen her both times. She returned to her seat and acted like it was back to normal. I, like yesterday, tried to be professional at first and keep eye contact, but Emily quickly said, "Hey Ben, you can look you know. That's kind of the point. It feels weirder to me if I'm naked and you don't even acknowledge it. So stare away!" She lifted her arms and somewhat posed while saying that, pushing out her perky tits for a fantastic view. I let my eyes fall all over her and didn't look away for what felt like a minute. Her skin looked so smooth and tight, with perfect athletic curves that accentuate what she was working with. Small breasts, just enough to fit in your hand. Perky nipples that were already starting to stand up. A slim waist leading down to a set of killer hips and a toned ass. Long, slender legs. Even her feet were attractive. She hid quite a hot body away under that normal girl style she put on. The way she was sitting, I could just get a peak at the top of her slit, but I knew that I'd find a way to see more of that again soon. I eventually looked back up, causing her to smile and laugh again. She had been watching my eyes cover her. "Ok back to the story," I said. "Ok! I do feel much more comfortable now, so thank you for the suggestion. So anyway, after trying out showering naked at work, that became my new routine. Every shift, I was naked before and after. Undress at my locker, hang around for a couple extra moments to extend the nudity, then walk to the showers and shower as slowly as possible. Sometimes there were others in there, sometimes not, but I always enjoyed it in some way. I would then get dressed back at my locker and go back to my non-nude life. I even started coming to the pool on off days so I could shower more, since it was the same setup in the public locker room. And those days, I was able to wear a much skimpier bikini that I really loved. And everyone loved seeing me in it based on the stares. I really was only naked in front of 2 or 3 people at a time and no one really looked at me, but it was enough." "That was as far as I took it over that summer though. There wasn't really opportunities for more adventures at home where I was surrounded by family. I didn't feel like an exhibitionist, I just felt like a girl that liked to be naked in the locker room. I felt less weird by thinking of it like that. Then it was time for college. I had thought of college as my time to really break out of my normal and try things that I'd always wanted to do. And that extended to the nudity I suppose." "I signed up for a random roommate that year. My plan was to just introduce some casual nudity into the room to get more comfortable with it. Undress with her in the room, sleep naked, towel off after a shower in front of her, stuff like that. I did all of that, and I loved it, but it wasn't enough really. Just one person and it was so normal and boring. I was going to the school gym a lot too, and showering there just like at the pool. I think I once spent about 30 minutes naked in the locker room, just pretending to be doing something. That was a little better, but now I frequently wasn't the only one naked and it just didn't do it for me like it used to." "That was the point that I learned something else about my exhibitionism need. If I wasn't supposed to be naked, or if it was out of the ordinary to be naked, it became way more exciting for me. This is super embarrassing, but um, that's the point that the nakedness turned from being about feeling free to, um well, the sexual thrill." She looked away, and followed "I am absolutely crazy to have just told you that." "You are sitting here naked, so its not really the craziest part of this situation," I told her. As I said this, I looked over her body again, and noticed that she had started to slouch to a position that her pussy was starting to get much more visible. Could that be on purpose? "Oh good point," she laughed, oblivious to my discovery. "It just feels so much better to be naked when you are not expected to be. Like sitting next to your best friend on your sofa!" "Can't say I'd complain," I replied. "So here's the big climax to my exhibitionist story. Get ready, a lot is about to happen. So my normal room and gym routine wasn't enough for me at that point. So, um I decided to do something crazy. This was about 3 months into freshman year and the urges were too much. I'd been having fantasies about how I could be naked. But of all of them, I kept coming back to one, the classic streak. It's such a college thing to do, so it felt right." "You went streaking!" I exclaimed. I was actually shocked. I would never have expected Emily to do something like that. I also would not have expected to be sitting with her naked right now, so what do I know. "I did! But there's more to this story," she said. "Ok so I planned for a couple days and decided to do it late at night on a Tuesday, assuming the least amount of people out. I mean I wanted to be seen in some way, but not really by many people and not for very long. I also needed to not get caught and ruin my reputation, so I bought a ski mask to wear. Yes, me, streaking with just a ski mask and tennis shoes. The plan was to take a walk at about 11:30pm, fully dressed of course. I acted like I was going to the library to study, but headed over to the engineering side of campus, where it was always a little quieter at night. I had scoped out the area a couple nights before and had a route." "Around midnight I took my place over by the side door alcove of the main building. I had circled the building and didn't see much activity at all, so it looked like I was going to be safe to do it as planned. It took me forever standing there in the darkness to fully work up the courage for what I was about to do. I mean with my previous exhibitionist activities, I was in private. But here I was about to streak the college campus that I just started at 3 months ago. Finally, I slipped the mask on then my clothes off, and neatly folded them up in the darkness of the bushes by the door." "I watched and listened for another minute or two before beginning. My plan was to make a quick circle around the smaller building next door and then loop back to the clothes. That would involve running down one of the main pedestrian paths and across a courtyard, but at a light jogging pace, it would only take about 2 minutes. I wanted something easy. I started out walking though, both to savor the moment and to continue watching my surroundings. I kept out of lights until I hit that main pathway, where the streak really started." "I looked and listened. A couple cars passing by nearby, the slam of a car door in the distance, two people on the pedestrian path a hundred yards away going the opposite direction. It looked safe, so I went for it. I started running down the path, the same path that a thousand students walk on every day, except I was naked. After just a moment, it was time to turn left and start around the far side of the building. No problems on the side either and I began to make my way back in the direction of my clothes, which would take me across a little courtyard that all the buildings look down on." "My ideal fantasy of how this would go would be that maybe a couple people in a window above would have seen me as I ran, maybe even one or two people on the path as I raced by, and then I'd back to the clothes and gone to safety within 2 or 3 minutes. I'd even have been happy if no one at all saw me, just so that I could be out in the night air naked. It didn't exactly go that way." "Ok so I slowed to look across the courtyard and it looked fine, so I kept going, right through the middle. Halfway across though, I hear a door open and people talking. I nearly had a panic attack right then. Even though I wanted to be seen, it was still instinct to freak out a little. I had to keep on running since I'm wasn't sure where they were but then I hear something like 'Holy shit, a naked girl' and a bunch of laughter. I'd definitely been seen and it sounded like a bunch of people. I'm right at the edge of the courtyard when one of them then says 'She's streaking. Let's follow her!" "Oh no," I said. "Yes that's about what I felt too. So I was streaking and was about to have followers. The problem was that I was just about 100 feet from my clothes, but if I was being followed, the people would have found me when I was getting dressed and I'd have been caught. I couldn't let that happen so I did something stupid and kept running, right past my clothes. My plan was to find somewhere to hide and wait it out." "But wait, why didn't you just grab your clothes and keep running and get dressed somewhere else?" I asked, confused at the situation. "That would have been the logical thing to do, but when you are streaking, apparently there is no logic," she laughed. "So I did quickly find a big bushy area to hide in that wasn't very well lit, so I felt good about my hiding spot. After just a second, I saw 3 guys and a girl coming around the building, looking for me of course. Luckily for me, it seemed that they decided to give up just as soon as they saw I was gone, thank god. But then they just stood around and started talking! Right where my clothes were!" she said in a frustrated tone. I laughed out loud. This really was quite the story. "So I had to wait for a while. I hid in that bush for probably half an hour. They were only there for about 15 minutes, talking, but I was too paranoid to head back to my clothes. Eventually, I bolted back to the hiding spot, scooped the clothes, and then sprinted back to the safety of the bush to get dressed. I walked back to my dorm at that point, nearly 1 AM, slightly delirious about what I just had done and then I passed out. I only found all the bush scratches all over me the next day in the shower." "After that disaster of an attempt, I swore off the exhibitionist stuff, at least the actually public stuff that could lead to trouble. It's just too dangerous. I still got what I needed at the gym, but the fear of getting really caught kept me from elevating it. The next year, I met Zoe, and became friends with her. I found out about nude modeling from her, and was initially shocked that she did that without any issues, but then realized that it might be a good way for me to be naked too. Fast forward to last summer, and that figure drawing class, and I took it as a sign that I needed to make it happen somehow. I was too nervous to try it for a real class, so I decided to try a smaller group. And from there, you know the rest of the story. Oh and yes,I knew about the sketchbook project and yes I suggested the class just so that this situation might happen. Congratulations, you are now the only person that fully knows about my exhibitionism! I will literally kill you if you tell anyone." "Wow. Not sure what else to say. I definitely never would have expected this from you. I thought you were the classic good girl, and now I hear that you like to streak? Shocking!" I said. I looked over her again, marveling at the body in front of me. Even more relaxed now. "Well with my experience, I'm not going to say that I like to streak," she replied with some sarcasm. "Fair point. Your plan was the problem, too easy to mess it up with something unexpected. I think it would have gone a lot better if you just had some help," I told her. "If you had someone with you holding the clothes, all your problems would be solved. I could do that." "Oh Ben, no I'm not interested in finding a better way to streak. I keep my exhibitionism to safe moments now. Like figure modeling. I really think I might like to keep doing it. Even if it's just around here. It's enough, I promise. Thank you though," she replied. I honestly didn't believe her. It was pretty clear that she wanted more than that, but I wasn't going to push it for now. "Ok, ok I get it. Well I'm glad to be able to help with your exhibitionist release in some way. Always, literally always, willing to let you be naked around me," I joked. She laughed, obviously continuing to enjoy the situation. So I decided to try to push it in a different direction. "I have another question. Like the last one actually. So you are enjoying being naked right now and showing yourself off to me. Would you enjoy it more if you showed off a little more?" "Um what do you mean?" she asked, not sure where this was going. "Well I've seen your tits. I've seen your ass. And you teased a bit of your vagina too. So now I think you should really let me see it. Show me the rest of you down there. I think you want that," I said confidently, hoping that this would work. Like last time, a look of shock at first but no response. She then stood up and walked to her room, softly closing the door. Fuck, I pushed too far, I must have made her decide to go get dressed. I was preparing myself to just be happy with what I got to see and how to apologize to her. But then she walked back out, still naked. "Ok. I'll do it for you. Your reward for being a good listener, and you are right, I'll probably enjoy it even more. It's been a while since I really did this for someone. I had a boyfriend at the end of freshman year, but not really much action since then." She grabbed a chair and sat it in front of the sofa. "For you, I'd rather be on the sofa," she said, pointing me towards it. I moved, still silent. She sat, also silent. There was an air of awkward energy now. Emily began to slouch and part her legs, like yesterday, but she didn't stop until they were as wide as possible. She lifted her heels up on the sofa edge, showing all of herself to me. I was absolutely hard at this point, but really that had been building all afternoon. "So is this what you wanted to see Ben?" she asked, making eye contact. I was right, she was loving this. I could tell from her tone and from the glossy texture on her enlarging pussy lips. Holy shit. I could see the edge of her asshole too. "Actually, I think your still hiding something from me. I think you need to let me see inside. You want to show me everything. Open up," I said with all seriousness. She blushed and laughed and did exactly what I said without delay. I could tell that she liked being told what to do as well. This was good to know for the future. She slid down even more, so that now I could see her tight pink asshole, and reached down towards her pussy. With one hand on either side, she pulled apart her labia so I could see her bright pink insides. "Better," I said. "So does this do it for you?" I asked. "Do you feel like even more of an exhibitionist now that you are showing off everything? Hiding absolutely nothing?" "I feel like I'm about to pass out of embarrassment, but yes Ben, this is doing it for me. This feels incredible. Definitely going to inspire some new fantasies." She let go and sat up just a little bit, but still with legs spread open. "You know I'm glad this happened Ben. I needed to tell someone about this. I'm not going to take up your offer for help doing something crazy, but I'll definitely do this with you. Anytime you want. Well not anytime. I have some limits." In my mind, all I could think was holy fuck I can get Emily naked whenever I want, and also I think I can find a way to break those limits. Emily looked up past me and suddenly noticed the time, forcing her to jump up and say "Oh god, Zoe is going to be back soon, I need to get dressed and you should go." "Aren't you naked a lot around here?" I questioned. "Well yes, casual nudity, but not spreading my legs on the sofa for my best friend kind of nudity. I can't let her know about this," she replied as she walked in her room and started getting dressed. "Well I am sad to see exhibitionist Emily gone, but I think I'll see her soon. Oh and next time, you are going to tell me about some of those fantasies," I told her. She laughed and denied it, but didn't push back. Now clothed, she walked over and gave me a hug before pushing me towards the door and saying goodbye. I walked back to my dorm over the moon about what happened. And then promptly jacked off. I really was serious, there was going to be a next time soon and she was going to tell me more. I could tell that there was a desire to do what she was told tied into the exhibitionism and I intended to find a way to use that. I had ideas. But for now, I was just grateful for the day. Naked Emily for an afternoon was quite an experience.

Molly the Bossy Submissive by Molly Molly the Bossy Submissive, Chapt. 9 I found a parking spot about a half-block from the house and enjoyed my little walk along the sidewalk in the quaint old downtown neighborhood. It was a windy summer day and I felt the breeze under my little cotton dress, which was the only article of clothing I wore. I skipped up the front steps of the peeling yellow Victorian house that I now shared with six other women. The big oak front door stood open as it usually did at the dinner hour, and I let the screen door bang shut behind me. As I kicked off my sandals in the entranceway, the slate cool under my bare feet, I could hear the familiar sounds of laughter and music wafting in from the kitchen.  Reaching up over my head, I grabbed the back of my dress and pulled it up over my head. I hung it by a shoulder strap on a hook in the front hallway next to my other dresses, a pair of bluejeans and a tube top. Glancing, as I always did, at the yellow sticky note Jaye had posted in the doorway two weeks earlier declaring “Molly required to be naked beyond this point,” I stepped nude over the threshold into the elegant old home’s main hallway. The sound of the party was louder here, but from my vantage point I could only see the grand staircase and the little front parlor that no one used except the cats. I stepped through the maze of antique davenports, love seats and leather chairs that filled the sprawling, high-ceilinged space that had originally been the home’s formal living and dining rooms. The flowery wallpaper was almost entirely covered by an assortment of differently shaped antique mirrors, their gaudily conflicting ornate frames fitted together like puzzle pieces. As always, I stole glimpses of myself in the mirrors as I went by, my orange-red tuft of pubic hair distinct against my starkly white skin.  One could never predict which of the Former Roommates, Honorary Roommates and their significant others might have come by for dinner on any particular night, but Bea and Dee always made extra food for dinner and never ran out of beer and wine. I used to still be wearing clothes at this point, stopping at the kitchen on my way up to my room, but now that I had to undress in the entranceway, I had to do this part naked too. My favorite thing in the world was (and is) being introduced to someone for the first time when I am nude, but it also makes me nervous because I fear that the person might be uncomfortable and not want to have to see another person casually naked in a social setting. Bea, of course, had made it clear in her distinctive way that because I was now “a f#ckin resident of this f#ckin house, it don’t f#ckin matter what anyone else f#ckin thinks, and who the f#ck wouldn’t want to see you naked in the first f#ckin place?” That helped, and now that my nudity was not merely voluntary but required, I felt liberated because that was no longer my decision. “Molly!” several voices called out as I turned the corner and made my entrance to the kitchen. I grinned and waved and quickly scanned the faces, looking for anyone who had not previously seen me nude. Tonight, my eyes paused at J.B., one of the many Former Roommates that I knew fairly well, but the girl she was holding hands with I had never met before.  Jaye was there too and handed me a glass of white wine which she then clinked with her highball glass of expensive scotch. Jaye was Barbie-doll beautiful, but always wore vintage men’s suits and had her blonde hair buzzed into a dramatic flat-top. We had been flirting for weeks and I was teetering at the precipice of falling in love with her.  “Molly, this is my girlfriend, Abby,” J.B. said. “She has been absolutely dying to meet you.” “Janice!” Abby admonished. “You make me sound like a stalker.” “Well you have. And when we heard about your spankings yesterday, well, Abby insisted we come by to visit post haste.” “Janice!” “Rumor has it,” J.B. went on, ignoring her girlfriend, “that there’s to be another spanking tonight. True, I hope?” “I actually don’t know,” I replied innocently, and then did my best Audrey Hepburn imitation as I asked Jaye, “Honey, will you be spanking me tonight?” “Yes, I most definitely intend to spank you tonight,” Jaye replied. “Say, is that a new freckle?” “Where,” I asked innocently, looking down at my midsection where she was pointing. Then, I glanced up at Abby and said, “so there you have it — there’s to be another spanking! I do hope you’ll stay for it.” “Right there,” Jaye said, touching the bump of my left pelvic bone with the tip of her index finger.  “I don’t know about that one,” I replied, pretending to take it very seriously, “but I’m pretty sure I have a new one here.” I lifted my left arm above my head and pointed to a random spot between my armpit and my breast. “You may have to look close because it’s tiny.” Jaye started to lean in, but at the last second I turned my body towards Abby, my arm still above my head and my finger having migrated a little closer to my nipple. “Abby, do I have a freckle right here?” “Dinner!” Dee bellowed above the chatter, and we all took our seats around the thick-legged farm table big enough to re-enact the Last Supper. I took Jaye by the sleeve and led her to the other side of the table so we could sit across from J.B. and Abby. Bea was pouring wine and distributing beers as Dee cried, “f#ck, the meat’s not done! Beatrice, we need a f#ckin new oven. Y’all just have some bread and drink yourselves some more. I need another 15 minutes.” We all did as we were told and got settled in our chairs. “So when will it be?” J.B. asked me. “The spanking.” “That’s up to Jaye,” I said. “Honey, when would you like to spank me?” “How about right now since we have to wait on the meat anyway?” “Oh honey, everyone’s all settled. We shouldn’t drag them into the living room just to see me get spanked.” “I don’t mind,” Abby squeaked. “I have a better idea,” Jaye said, getting up and moving her chair to the middle of the kitchen. She sat down facing the table and patted her lap. Everyone looked at me, so I drained my wine glass and walked over to her, dubiously examining the logistics of the situation. “I don’t see how this is going to work,” I said. “Let’s wait until after dinner and do it someplace more comfy.” “Time and location are at my discretion,” Jaye reminded me, patting her lap again. Reluctantly, I bent over her from the side and put out my hands to catch my fall. My toes were on the floor on one side of the chair and my fingertips on the other side. “This isn’t very comfortable,” I pointed out. My hair was covering my face and I took one hand off the floor to tuck it behind my ear so I could see everyone. I made eye contact with Abby and winked at her. SMACK! Jaye gave me the first swat and then caressed my butt for a moment and then SMACK came the next one. This was officially my third public spanking but I felt vastly more embarrassed. Only a few of the Roommates had witnessed the first one, and I’d been conveniently drunk for the second one. I was not nearly drunk enough to be doing this in the bright lights of the kitchen, posing like a bawdy Norman Rockwell painting. My instinctive defense, when I’m embarrassed, is to chatter away nonchalantly to make it clear I’m in charge of my situation. “So I was starting to tell you, Abby,” I said (even though I had not, in fact, started to tell her anything of the sort), “this all began yesterday—“ SMACK! “. . . because I came in the house with clothes on, which I’m not supposed to do right now, and—“ SMACK! “. . . so Jaye spanked me for breaking her rule, but hardly anyone was here to see it, so—“ SMACK! “. . . everyone wanted us to do it again, but I told them it would be a mockery of justice to punish me a second time for the same offense—“ SMACK! “—just for the amusement of the rabble, so I told her she could earn points to spank me if I gave her kisses and — hey, wasn’t that ten?” “Sadly yes,” Jaye admitted and helped me stand up.  I washed my hands at the sink as Dee was checking the meat again. “Is my butt red,” I asked everyone, twisting my body trying to look at it myself. I backed my way closer to Abby and stuck my butt out, asking “Abby, is my butt red?” “Not as red as Abby’s face!” Shelly guffawed. Abby put her face in her hands and giggled as I made my way back to my seat asking everyone in turn for their opinions on the relative redness of my butt. Dee served the meat and a few minutes later, we were all eating and talking. “What did you mean about kissing?” Abby asked me. “You said right at the end of your . . . spanking that you told Jaye she could . . . spank you again if you kissed her?” “Yeah, right, right, but each kiss has to be at least five seconds — like this.” I put down my silverware and grabbed Jaye’s head by the ears and planted a big one on her as she quickly swallowed her bite of food. “Now she has one spank point to use tomorrow. Oh, let’s make it two.” Jaye grinned this time as I kissed her again, twice. “You can eat now,” I told her, calling an end to it after three points. “But wait,” Abby said. “You mean that’s the only power she has — whether you kiss her or not?” “Only?” I asked her incredulously. “Have you seen these lips?” I grabbed Jaye’s face again and squeezed her mouth to make it pucker. “And these eyes!” Before she could react, I pulled off Jaye’s glasses and put them on myself.” “Molly, be a good girl and give me my glasses, please, so I can see what I’m eating.” “You always tell me I’m not a good girl, so why do you expect me to behave like one?” I looked around the room. They were not even prescription lenses. “Darling, could you pour me some more wine?” I scooted my empty wine glass towards her and made her reach for the wine bottle.  “You sure give a lot of orders for a submissive,” J.B. said teasingly. I opened my mouth to say I was not a submissive at all when Shelly beat me to it, declaring through a mouthful of mashed potatoes, “Molly is a bossy submissive,” making everyone laugh. Molly the Bossy Submissive, Chapt. 10 Every evening from that night on, usually between dinner and desert, Jaye would loudly announce that it was time for my spanking and we’d do it wherever she said she wanted. She liked doing it under the bright lights of the kitchen, but I preferred the leather couch where I could be comfortable and watch it happen in the mirror. It was always her choice, but she knew what I preferred and opted for that most of the time.  Later, as she was getting ready to leave, I would give her lots of five-second kisses so she would have her ten points for the following evening. Sometimes I kissed her in private by the door and other times I did it in front of everyone. After all, I figured, if I can be spanked in front of everyone I should be able to kiss in front of them too.  Most nights our audience was just the Roommates plus two or three regulars, so it was especially exciting when someone relatively new was in the house. These were, of course, nearly always women, but there was the occasional man (many of the Honorary Roommates were straight and had husbands or boyfriends). But whoever the “new” person was, Jaye always led me up to that person and had me explain everything — that I was naked because Jaye told me to be naked, and that she was going to spank me sometime that evening whenever the mood struck her to do so.  Jaye was really into her role in this game, but once or twice I had to yank her chain. One evening, I was in the kitchen watching Shelly make White Russians because she and Elle were getting read to watch “The Big Lebowski” in their room. Jaye strolled in from the living room and said, “time for your spanking, slut.”  Jaye was, I realized, only trying to tease me in a role-playing way, but I intensely dislike that word, especially when it is applied to me, and it made me mad. “WHAT did you call me?” I demanded. Jaye’s confidence faltered. “Now, now, I was just joking with you,” she said, apologetically. “However, I do have these 10 spank points to use so . . .” The drink was fabulous, and I took my time with a long slow gulp before replying. “No, actually you don’t have any points at all. I just revoked them.” “Molly, I apologize for—“ “Great drink, Shell,” I said, ignoring Jaye. I went back into the living room and squeezed myself onto one of the couches where three people scooted aside to welcome me. I gave Jaye the cold shoulder the rest of the night, but when she was leaving I followed her to the door as I usually did. This was when I normally would replenish her spank points with my kisses, but this time I only gave her a quick peck on the cheek, turned on my heel and left her in the doorway as I went back to the party to have another White Russian.  The next night Jaye arrived destitute — having no points at all, and I let her stay that way all evening. Spanking me was a privilege, and I gave her a nice long reminder of that fact. I was considering sending her home penniless for a second night in a row when I remembered she was going to be gone for several days at a conference. She had told me that a week earlier, but I’d forgotten it was coming up so soon until she put on her fedora and said her goodnights — mentioning that her flight was early the next morning. Stoically, she just gave me a little nod and headed out the back door. I ran after her, down the porch steps and caught up with her in the middle of the little back yard. Although our house was only blocks from the center of the downtown, the back yard was sheltered by ancient wisteria boughs and a three-story brick wall of a long-vacant factory. A storm was coming and the wind had kicked up. I could feel sprinkles on my skin and thunder rumbled in the distance. Jaye’s fedora nearly blew off so I held it on by the brim and gave her spank point after spank point as the rain began to fall. After the tenth kiss, I pushed her away and she dashed to her car, holding her hat on with one hand as her wingtips splashed in the puddles of the broken sidewalk. I stood unmoving and watched her go, my hands on my hips, rain washing over me and my hair flying in the wind. Her headlights lit me up as if I were on stage, changing the raindrops into white streaks as she backed out and turned away, taking the light with her. The next several evenings I realized how much I missed Jaye. Although she hadn’t been there every day before, she’d never been gone two days in a row. I didn’t even have her email address or phone number because she was almost always around and I took for granted that she’d simply be there. I could probably have gotten her contact info from one of the Roommates, but I didn’t want to admit I wanted it, nor why (if I did want it) I didn’t have it already.  I had put off thinking about whether this was a “relationship,” and what that would/should mean. It had been simpler before The Spankings, or more specifically The Kissing. Had there been some other reason Jaye was spanking me every night, then I could have told myself I was not emotionally involved with her. But kissing is much more intimate than merely letting someone slap your bare butt with her hand. Few sexual acts are as intimate as kissing. I found myself thinking about her all the time. I wanted her to be in front of me right now, smirking her playboy smirk, one eyebrow raised sardonically behind those clunky Clark Kent glasses that I now knew she did not even need. Oh Jaye, I thought, you beautiful, mysterious, sweet person hidden somewhere inside that suit. My blossoming infatuation began to show because I could not seem to have a conversation without referencing Jaye. It became a joke and even when I tried not to do it I would eventually forget and mention her name again. One morning as we were all getting ready for our days and sorting out whose turn it was next in the shower, Bea was in line behind me and we went down to the kitchen to get coffee.  “Sunshine,” she said, “you be careful about Jaye now.” “Why?” I blurted. “Is she seeing someone else?”  “That ain’t what I meant.” She put two fingers on the center of my chest and kept them there as she said, “you’re heart is just as exposed as the rest of you, and I don’t want you to get yourself hurt. I love Jaye like a sister, but she’s not good at having real relationships.” “What do you mean?”
 “Just take it slow and don’t let your heart rush ahead.” “Shower’s open!!” Kay yelled from the bathroom above.  The next night was the fourth night she’d been gone, and I was trying to remember if she said she’d be back in five days or six. I came in the front door already starting to pull off my dress from habit when I realized people were in the parlor — and one of them was Jaye! I did not look closely at the other two people, a man and a woman, but I could tell that they had not expected me to rip off my dress and run naked into Jaye’s arms. I imagined perhaps they were total strangers who became lost in the neighborhood while on a self-guided tour of historic homes. Wherever they came from, Jaye had definitely not warned them. She did that on purpose. Oh, and she was going to spank me in front of them! I just knew it! Jaye had stood up to greet me, but I literally leaped onto her, knocking her back down onto the couch. I buried my face in her neck, which smelled of Old Spice.  “Now, don’t be rude, sweetheart,” I admonished with my mouth full of her lower lip. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?” Jaye’s seen-it-all playboy persona had entirely fallen away, and she giggled so girlishly it broke my heart with joy. “This is Jim ,” she sighed without taking her eyes from mine, “a client of mine, and his lovely wife, Katie. Guys, this is the amazing, adorable Molly.” I whirled around to face them and put out my hand like a proper debutante. “Charmed!” I sang out enthusiastically in my fake girly-girl voice. “You’re probably wondering why I’m naked. My girlfriend makes me do it. She has a lot of rules and I obey them." The girl seemed to recover quicker than the guy. "Now you've got me curious about those other rules,” she whispered. “Jaye’s a stickler for EVERYthing," I insisted. "And she spanks me when I get something wrong. Don't you, sweetheart?" Jaye was struggling to catch up with me and just shrugged. "Well . . . " "And I totally agree with that. I am so scatterbrained I forget stuff and Jaye is training me to be more orderly. Every day she gives me a list of chores and if I don't do them all perfectly she spanks me right in front of anyone who happens to be around. It's very embarrassing, but I think it's helping me remember stuff better. Don't you think so, hon?" This last question I directed at Jaye, and after a minor pause I saw the light bulb appear over her head. "It's for your own good, Molly," she said "And speaking of your . . chores . . . did you remember to . . . pick up my dry cleaning?" I slapped one hand to my mouth, pretending to be surprised but also hiding my involuntary smile. "Oh crap!" I said. I forgot to do that!" Darn, now you have to spank me right here, don’t you, honey?" “Rules are rules,” she sighed. "That's part of her self-improvement training for me," I explained to Jim and Katie. "She spanks me immediately after I forget something." As I said this, I scrunched myself onto the short parlor sofa with my butt facing up on Jaye’s lap. “Okay, honey,” I sang out, “I’m rea-dy.” SMACK came the first one. “But I think it’s really helping.” SMACK. “Because I’m remembering more stuff now.” SMACK. “Boy, I used to be so forgetful.” SMACK. “And some nights, I— SMACK. “get everything right, so she—“ SMACK. “rewards me with oral sex instead.” SMACK. “right in front of everyone, and I hope—“ SMACK. “if I work hard at it that will happen—“ SMACK. “every night.” After my 10th spank, I hopped back on my feet and kissed Jaye on the cheek. “Love talking to you,” I called as I walked away, “but I should go mingle.”  As I skipped out of the parlor, I heard Jim speak for the first time. “I want to be here the night she gets everything right.” I glanced back to see Katie smack him in the arm. Molly the Bossy Submissive, Chapt. 11 In the kitchen, I poured myself a stiff vodka tonic and was leaning my bare butt against the cool edge of the countertop when Jaye and her two guests came into the kitchen. Dee and Kay were busy around the stove while Shelly and Elle were making drinks. Jaye deposited Jim and Katie in their care and came over to me.  “Who was THAT girl I just met?” “Ya mean this one?” I asked in my girly voice (which is actually an impression of Lake Bell’s version). “What would her name be? Because she’s definitely not ‘Molly.’” “I think her name is . . . ‘Misti.’ With an ‘i’ at the end? And a heart dotting the ‘i?’” “Aren’t there two ‘i’s in ‘Misti’?” “Jeepers! Maybe the first could be a smiley face?” “The original emogi.” I scooted down the counter — enjoying each new cool spot against my bare butt — to the fridge where I practiced signing Misti’s name a few times on the communal whiteboard, trying variations on how to dot the i’s.  “Misti’s is intriguing,” Jaye said, putting her hands lightly on my sides and caressing my ribs, “but Molly is who I missed. Do I still have my spank points, or did we just use them all up.” “I haven’t decided,” I said in my real voice, “but I’m in the mood to be generous.” “Dinner!” Dee yelled, probably loud enough to be heard on the street over the noise of city traffic at rush hour. As we sat down to dinner, I noticed for the first time that Shelly and Elle had been in deep conversation with Jim and Katie, and I was the topic. I used my normal voice to apologize for fooling them, but they laughed it off and seemed happy to find themselves in this situation, regardless of the backstory. As I explained my little joke to the rest of the table, I went into Misti’s voice and did a little hop in my chair to demonstrate Misti’s perkiness. This made our boobs bounce — Misti’s and mine — but both of us enjoy getting people to look at our boobs so we have that in common. Jim and Katie left after desert and I hugged them both. Others followed and by midnight it was just the Actual Roommates and Jaye. I walked ahead of her to the entranceway where her fedora hung on a hook next to my little dresses. I retrieved her hat and put it on her. “Are you trying to get rid of me?” she asked. Instead of answering, I pushed her by the shoulders back to the three-way mirror that was built into the woodwork in the front hall. “I decided you can have five of your original 10 spank points,” I said. “But if you don’t use them now you’ll lose them. I don’t offer a rollover plan, you know.” “Ooh, a two-spanking night,” she said, giving me my first swat. I’m going to have to make an entry in my diary.” SMACK! I put my arms around her neck as if we were slow dancing. “I thought you wrote about me every night.” SMACK! “‘Dear Diary. Today I spanked— SMACK! “— both Molly and Misti.’” SMACK! “You can do more than spank me,” both of us said. I turned to face the main mirror and positioned the side mirrors so I could see us in all three. Jaye was directly behind me now and I brought her hands up to my breasts, her gold cufflinks glinting in the lamplight. I reached my arms up over my head and laced my fingers behind her neck, caressing the stubble on the back of her head. I turned my head sideways so we could kiss, but I kept my eyes on the mirror. “Touch me. Everywhere.” Jaye’s long delicate fingers made their way up and down my front and began teasing my pubic hair. I knew that if someone were to come from either direction I would hear it in time to step out of her embrace. I would twirl to one side or the other and we’d be facing each other in front of the mirror by the time anyone could see us. That was my plan if I needed it, but I didn’t. No one came except for me.  Afterwards I tried to lead her up the grand front staircase to go to my room, but she wouldn’t. “I get home early tomorrow,” I said. “I’ll be here at 3:30 and the house will be completely empty except for me.” “Good to know,” she said, and then she was out the door, her fedora at a cocky tilt in silhouette against the night sky. The next day, I hurried home after class. The house was quiet, as it usually was on weekday afternoons, but I saw her hat on one of the hooks in the entranceway next to my row of little dresses. I peeled off my dress and hung it from its string strap next to her hat.  She was in the living room, reading the newspaper on one of the couches. She stood as I approached and we embraced. I pushed her suit jacket off of her and loosened her tie before giving her a shove and following her down as she fell backwards onto the couch. We made out like teenagers and her hands were all over my bare skin. I felt her breasts (bigger than mine) through her shirt and her bra, her nipples pushing their way through the layers of cloth.  Very soon our hands were between each others legs, but I could only grope her through her pleated, pinstriped pants as she inserted two fingers into me. I fumbled at her belt but she pushed my hand away. I straddled her, standing up on my knees on either side of her lap, kissing her and mussing her no-longer-spikey hair, and giving her hands all the access they could want. I gripped the back of the couch and buried my face in her neck as I came, bucking and grinding against her silk vintage necktie. Afterwards, still catching my breath and feeling damp all over my body, I put my feet on the floor and tugged at her arms until she stood and followed me. I led her up the grand front staircase and down the elegant hallway, trying to unbutton her shirt along the way.  I was trying to lead her to the back stairway and up to my room, but she held back and stopped us at the full length mirror next to the bathroom. She stood behind me again, her fingers again busy between my legs. I had just had an orgasm five minutes earlier and what I wanted to do was give one to her, but she was so good at this that I forgot my resolve and let her do as she wished. I was seconds away from coming again when we both heard the front door bang open and the boisterous voices of the Roommates. I pushed Jaye towards the back stairs, sending her down to the kitchen to greet the Roommates as they made their way back from the front of the house. I got into a steamy shower and finished off the orgasm, and then dried only my feet and legs to keep from slipping on the stairs and went down wet and dripping to find Jaye in the kitchen and kissed her in front of everyone. That evening, I walked Jaye to the front door as usual and wrapped my arms around her neck to give her more kisses. She had her left hand on my back, but her right and was wedged between our bodies, her fingers gently massaging my clitoris as I kissed her. “I get off early again tomorrow,” I whispered in her ear after the tenth kiss. This wasn’t technically true because I was supposed to have a 3:30 class, but I cut it to be alone in the house again with Jaye. We both got there at the same time and walked up to the front door together. Inside, I let her take my dress off of me and I got her to take off her suit jacket. As we kissed, she maneuvered me into the parlor (disturbing the repose of the cats), and pushed me back onto the baby grand piano. I generally don’t think it’s a good idea to have sex right next to the front door, but she was kissing me between my thighs and I quickly forgot where I was and let myself go.  Afterwards, I again tried to lead her up the front staircase, but she wouldn’t go. “No one is home,” I tried to tell her. “Not here,” she said. “Maybe sometime in my apartment?” I pulled her back into the entranceway where I grabbed my dress and shoved her hat and jacket into her arms. “It’s sometime right now,” I insisted, and before she could respond I had on my dress and was tugging her by the lapels out the front door and to her car.  We said little on the drive, and I could tell she was nervous — which seemed surprising. I wondered if perhaps she wasn’t as experienced as she let on — and yet she was so good at extracting orgasms out of me that seemed unlikely. Jaye’s apartment was expensive and professionally decorated, but I barely looked at it as I tore at her clothing and pushed her towards the open bedroom door. It took a while to get her undressed, but I slapped her hand when she tried to help. I wanted to do it all myself — all those buttons. She laughed nervously as I pushed her onto the bed and tugged off her shoes and man-pants. When I got her down to her underwear, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that her panties and bra were so feminine compared to her outer clothing. Although it had briefly crossed my mind that perhaps there was something about her body that she was ashamed or embarrassed about, this was not at all the case. She had a perfect Barbie Doll body to go with that perfect Barbie Doll face. She didn’t shave her legs or underarms, but even her body hair was ultra feminine — delicate tufts of blonde hair under her arms and tiny wisps of leg hair that I only noticed when they glinted in the light. I settled in between her legs and began demonstrating my own skills in this area, but before I could make much progress she rolled out of my reach and before I knew it she was doing me instead. Two orgasms later, I was panting and sweaty, but Jaye was still cool and still gliding her magic fingertips over me. “I want to do you,” I pleaded. “Why won’t you let me?” “Because, Molly,” she said, “I’m a stone.” Molly the Bossy Submissive, Chapt. 12 “A stone?” I repeated. “You mean sexually?” “Yes, sexually.” “But . . . so you never have orgasms?” “I have them — when I’m alone. But when I’m with a woman, I just want to give her pleasure — and I’m satisfied with that.” “But why would you limit yourself that way?” “Molly, this is who I am. You want people to accept who you are, don’t you? Most of us can’t relate to why you want to be naked all the time, but that’s what you want to do and we support you. I need you to support me for who I am too.” “I do. I mean, of course I support you, Jaye. I just ... don’t understand.” “We’re opposites in this way, Molly. You are always in the moment, experiencing — letting yourself go. But I can’t do that. I’m always in my head watching myself do everything, thinking about what’s happening instead of just experiencing it. Sex with a partner has always been . . . difficult for me.” I stroked her belly and ran my fingers through her wispy blonde pubic hair. “I’ll bet I could make it work for you, if you’d let me try.” “No, you can’t, Molly. It’s me. I can’t turn off my brain. I can’t relax and let myself go, and then I start feeling guilty for how long it’s taking and … it just doesn’t work for me.” “But alone you can?” “Sure. I use a vibrator. I know exactly when I’m hitting the right spot. I know exactly how fast to go. I don’t have to worry about whether the other person is getting tired.” “But what if—“ “And that’s what works for me, Molly. I’m satisfied this way. Will you please accept that?” “Okay . . . if that’s what you really want.” So now my relationship with Jaye had changed again. Most evenings at the house, I would get my spanking, and Jaye would get fresh spank points, just as we’d been doing for weeks. Now, though, there was a new element — Jaye was free to touch me anywhere on my body she wanted, with certain limitations. When other people were around, I let her caress my back and shoulders, and to let her hand slip down from my waist to rest fully on one butt cheek. Not that it was ever quite at rest. Jaye’s fingers would be only barely touching me, but moving all the time. I still wasn’t sure how I felt overall, but my butt was definitely falling in love. She knew it was off limits to directly touch my breasts or pussy when anyone could see, but she could do it when we were alone. She still wouldn’t go up to the third floor, but there were plenty of nooks and crannies in the big old house. The cats turned their ears back in annoyance when we invaded their personal space in the parlor. We had many full-length mirrors to choose from. Sometimes when everyone was busy in the kitchen, I would tug Jaye by the sleeve out into the empty living room with all of its couches and mirrors. We could pick a little love seat off in a dark corner and she would make love to me without even loosening the knot of her tie. If someone wandered in from the kitchen, she knew to take her hand away — and because she was always paying attention to the rest of the world I knew she would be sufficiently alert to do so. Then we would just seem to be kissing on the couch. Being naked has its advantages.  Sometimes we did it outside in the back yard, far enough away from the house that I could allow myself to make noise. Even in the kitchen, I could pull her over to one side of the room and start giving her spank points, and if people looked they thought it was just our usual kissing. I would put my arms around her neck and she would put one hand on my back and pull me close to her as we kissed. But no one could see that her other hand was squeezed between our bodies. She did not even have to turn her hand around because she was so adept at using her knuckles. I didn’t usually come in that situation, but later in the evening when we were in a private place I would put her hand on me and have an orgasm almost immediately.  Although the Roommates’ preferred abusable substance was alcohol, they occasionally fired up a ceramic water pipe that was a topless, tattooed biker-dyke straddling a hog-style Harley. The bowl where the pot went was in her crotch and you’d suck in the smoke through the exhaust pipe. The Roommates named her “Debbie.” Late one evening, Debbie started making the rounds as we were cleaning up the kitchen. The wall that led from the kitchen to the living room is lined with sturdy built-in shelves holding row after row of vinyl albums, and as Bea took her turn with Debbie she would select an album to play one song. Then she’d deliver a commentary on why it was such a f#ckin great song, and then she’d take that record off the turntable and play one song from a different album with similar commentary. As we carried Debbie and our drinks into the living room, Bea put on an Aretha Franklin live album on which people in the audience were clapping along to the rhythm. We were all clapping too and Jaye decided this was the perfect moment to administer my nightly spanking. She sat in the middle of our favorite couch and I stretched myself out across her lap and as the Roommates clapped with Aretha, Jaye smacked my butt along with them. When the song was over I didn’t bother to move and just laid there across Jaye’s lap as she transitioned from smacking to caressed my bottom. Bea had by now switched albums. The Roommates sprawled in their favorite comfy spots and gazed at empty space as they listened.  I could feel (and see in the mirror) both of Jaye’s hands on me. Her left was gliding up and down along my spine while her right rested against the back of my thigh, her fingers tucked between my legs. At least it appeared to be resting. I could feel her fingertips still moving ever so slightly. I pushed my hair out of my eyes and glanced at each of the Roommates in turn and they all seemed lost in their own thoughts and not paying any attention to me. I shifted slightly, parting my legs a teensy bit further to let Jaye know she had permission to do more. She took the hint and wiggled her fingers a little deeper until I could feel them about to go inside of me. She slid them up and down against the full length of my vagina and down deeper to reach my clitoris. All the while her left hand continued to caress my back and up to my neck. In the mirror, I could see Jaye pretending to be focused on the activity of her left hand to misdirect attention from that of her right. No one noticed what was happening and it took all my willpower to keep my butt from humping up and down on her lap. I managed pretty well but nearly gave it all away when I stiffened against the slamming orgasm, digging my toes into the arm of the couch and burying my face in the throw pillow to keep from screaming.  On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I was free after 3:15 and would go straight to Jaye’s place. I liked being in her apartment because there she could be naked with me. She would let me make love to her for a tiny while, perhaps 30 seconds at a time, and then she would push me away and change positions almost before I could react. But I got to touch her amazing body and put my nose in all three tufts of her blonde hair.  It helped me to get her out of that suit and those glasses and to flatten down her hair because that was when I sometimes saw her real face. Even naked, she usually looked at me with that mask-like expression of her Jaye persona, but when I could tickle or tease her into uncontrolled laughter the mask would be entirely gone.  Those afternoons in her bed I spilled out my life story and grasped for every morsel of hers, but she didn’t have a lot to say. I learned that she was an only child of parents who never intended to have children and did so only accidentally later in life. “Jenny” grew up in a quiet house filled with books and her own thoughts. Her parents were socially liberal and she never felt the need to hide her sexual orientation as she grew up. As a teenager, she was recruited to compete in beauty pageants and at 17, she was offered her first modeling contract. She earned her way through her Princeton pre-law undergrad with a combination of merit scholarships and money she earned walking the runway. In lesbian circles, she was a femme interested in other femmes. In law school, Jenny felt that no one took her seriously because of her looks. She stopped wearing makeup, tied her hair back in pony tail and wore conservative pants suits, but she didn’t feel it made much difference. She cut her hair ultra short and began wearing men’s suits and imitating the speech and mannerisms of her most butch friends.  That explained part of it — why butchness had seemed fake to me from the start — but the deeper problem for me was that I still didn’t feel that I knew Jaye very well. She told me various facts about herself, and it’s not that I felt she was keeping secrets, but she never seemed to open up to share feelings. When I tried to probe her on that she’d just say she was being as open as she could, and just didn’t have many emotions to share. That answer didn’t make me feel much better. I probably could have accepted the one-sided sex if she’d been more open emotionally, but those two things together made me feel like I was being intimate with a stranger. One afternoon in her bed, I ventured a question. “So what do you think about when you’re using your vibrator.” “You, mostly. I think about you being naked in front of people and I think of me spanking you.” “That’s nice, but just things we actually do? No fantasies of things you wish we would do?” “Oh, I have a few of those too. Things I don’t think you’d be comfortable actually doing.” “Try me. Describe one.” She did, and it wasn’t nearly as bad as I’d feared — no whips or bondage. She was stripping me and spanking me, calling me a bad girl, but we weren’t in my safe zone of the Roommates’ house, and the audience she imagined was mostly men. “You’re right,” I said afterwards, “I don’t think I’d be comfortable doing that in front of a bunch of men.” I could see disappointment behind her otherwise half-smiling expression, and I heard myself add, “but Misti might.”

Monica bySZENSEI© MONICA 62: MOJO RISIN' Monica blows the Doors off of the strip club. Meet Mojo! Hardwick, Florida, home of the North Pole Men's Club, women's too. Small town life but big-time money maker. With nothing nearby for miles, the club often got away with murder, the county simply taking bribes to keep it open and lucrative. The owner Norberto Cortez kept a tight rein regardless, but even he was prone to a few bribes to let the party go beyond the stage. With Norberto off in Miami for four days on family business he left the establishment to its head Bartender and side lover Vega Perez and loyal bouncer Miguel Santos aka Mojo to keep the time period hopping. Tonight, it was going to hop like never before. Thanks to a phone call from one of Norberto's favorite cousins, newly hired secretary Shelly Cortez who often played with Mojo just for fun, he was aware of their incoming status and more than happy to bend every rule. Mojo would do anything for Shelly. Although not related she was like a baby sister. Baby in size, Shelly and her sister Beatriz were 5'3 and 110 pounds each with bodies no man could look away from. Mojo on the other hand was a freak of nature at 7 foot even, 360 pounds of rock-hard muscle. Add to that fact his behemoth cock was eleven inches and very in demand. When he was in the mood. He was one of the gifted few to have such an enormous monster that was willing to obey his needs. At that size some often had difficulties keeping it aroused. Not Mojo! Mojo was hard fifty percent of his day and cashing in. While a bouncer he occasionally went up on stage to show off. A quiet man it was more of a pose than any real striptease. Woman cooed regardless. Just standing there yawning he usually made a couple grand. Norberto to the right financial request would pimp out Mojo just to live the good life. Ferrari in the garage, Jaguar in Miami with him. Mojo got a cut and lived just as good. So, not just a bouncer he was a partner. Silent but deadly! He let others do the bouncing. Tonight, he was going to get a workout. With pleasure! "This place is packed." Aaron Gift had to park out by a open field just to find a spot big enough for his Cherokee. "Too bad the handicap parking was full, or I'd had you gals tell the club managers we were parking there and not to tow me." "Many of wealth get those Mister Gift." Shelly Cortez seated in back unbuckled her seatbelt to lean up against his seat. "You must pay extra for privilege. Our cousin has many connections." "Many very beautiful women dance here." Beanie chimed in hovering behind Monica's seat. "You will fit right in Monica." "You really want me to dance on stage daddy?" She was giddy in sitting sideways to face Aaron. "Will you two dance up there with me?" "Si! We love to dance. Tips are very good. If not for our parents, we would dance here fulltime." "Yeah, about your parents." Aaron shut off the engine and killed the stereo playing in favor of silence. There would be enough music in the club. "They obviously didn't know about your online sex shows. Your Uncle allowed it, so how could he keep it from them?" "We treat our uncle very well." Beanie giggles. "He will never betray us for fear we will cut him off." "So, if I were to buy those storage units and made him caretaker, he would keep anything we did there quiet?" "If he is willing to sell." Shelly was worried Fernando might not, it was his sole income. "If you paid him well then perhaps. You have us to help with that. So, you would turn all 20 storage units into cam stages?" "I would. I just need the backing of my clients in the club. They're... shall we say womanizers. They own a software company in Tampa but are always looking to increase their cash flow. So am I. If I turn that storage facility into our passion palace that's huge. Sure, it's not software but it does require a website. I'll need to look at the FCC regulations on that. I know I've watched gangbangs on Caturbait but I think every model in the scene has to be registered. We just need a way to avoid that clause so we can do whatever, whoever we want. There is also the police factor, we don't want this to get shut down over prostitution." "Daddy! You want to be a pimp, don't you?" Monica giggled. "I never thought of selling myself before, I just like being random and going after guys I like. But again, I've had a few I didn't like but did it anyway. Ok I'm in." "As are we." Shelly and Beanie agreed. "There's Kyle's motorcycle." Monica noticed it under a pole light surrounded by cars. "Let's go I want to see what I'm getting into." "Good idea!" Aaron opened his door, the girls following. Congregating together at the front grill he locked up with his remote and put his arms around the shoulders of Shelly and Beanie. "Keep up Punkin'!" "Oh, I will!" Monica jumped up to cling to her father's back. He laughed under strain but let her tag along piggyback all the way to the front door. Customer's coming in behind them had the viewing pleasure of Monica's bare bottom, her white dress riding waist high thanks to her legs around her father's waist. She would get tipped just for that show once she was on her feet, making thirty bucks for nothing. "Maybe I should just ride around on you all night daddy. I'll make us rich." Sure, she could pay for his chiropractor visit. At the front door bouncer, not Mojo at the moment, Aaron told him of his clients Mitch and Jared. That was all he needed, knowing the Cortez sisters. Still both sisters kissed the man on the lips and fondled his crotch in passing. Seeing this Monica grabbed his dick as well saying, "I'm with them." that was a no-brainer. "Have fun tonight." The bouncer Gar loved his job. "Find me later I'll give you a lap dance." Monica pinched the bouncer's crown. Garth Rainier would indeed look up the bright-eyed beauty on his break. Heading through the interior door Shelly took point in the search for Mojo. Letting the sisters go Aaron sent them on a mission mentioned to Shelly back at the storage unit, one Monica was not in on as of yet. With the girls gone Aaron and Monica traveled through the body-to-body crowd. This place was past capacity. No way did six hundred people or more not exceed at least a 500-occupancy fire code capacity permit. Cousin Norberto was definitely breaking the law even in that. "I see Mitch." Monica pointed at him up by the stage watching a stunning red head with lily white skin and some seriously silicone-based porn hooters. The pinkest nipples Aaron had ever seen helped her break bank. She couldn't have been more than 22 but she was definitely athletic, whipping around a pole by her legs upside down and licking her left nipple at the same time. "Can I go find Kyle and Hillary?" "Yeah! Come find me in twenty minutes. Let me greet my future business partners. When you come back get all up on Jared and Mitch." "I know I was supposed to be the main attraction up until the Cortez girls, but can they entertain Mitch and Jared? Kyle said his frat brothers are here and I know one of them, Dalton. I want to fuck him tonight." "Twenty minutes. Don't fail me Punkin. This is too important." "Okay daddy." Pouty face ended with a winning smile, "I love you and good luck." "You too!" Letting Monica go he watched her slither through the body count of lustful customers. She had her ass grabbed four times before he lost sight of her. "My baby is all groped up." He chuckled. "Grown up too!" Moving through the cluster and apologizing along the way Aaron reached Mitch at the stage where he was holding up a hundred-dollar bill to entice the ginger. Taunting him with her tongue she made Mitch wait while she somersaulted in her nudity, pausing while on her hands to do a mid-air split that showed off not just her cheerleading skillset but her pink pussy, zero pubic hair she was silky as well as milky. "Having a good time Mitch ole' man?" "Hey you made it." Mitch shot a welcoming glance, "I freaking love this girl. Her name is Firebird. She kills it. This bill is going to get lost in her purse trust me." "I can see that." She had cash slung everywhere on the circular stage. "Where's Jared?" "Private dance with a chocolate hottie named Onyx. The girls here are insane. Speaking of... where's Monica?" "Running around. Our neighbor's son Kyle is here with his frat boys, and she asked to hang a bit. Hey! Do you recall my new secretary, Shelly? You only saw her last Friday, that was her third day." "The little Latina? Yeah, she was hot as fuck. Why?" "I brought her and her sister Beanie with me. Their cousin Norberto owns this club." "No way! Norb's cousin is that sweet little... " Before he could finish his sentence Shelly and the giant Mojo showed up to tower behind them. Aaron knew of their arrival as soon as Mitch looked up over his scalp. Shelly eased in front of Aaron and hugged his hip. Mitch lost interest in waiting on Firebird just that fast and handed Shelly the hundred-dollar bill. She unzipped her red booty shorts and let him tuck the money inside right over her clit before zipping back up. Kissing his cheek made him smile. "Gracias!" Aaron patted her bottom for her extra effort. "Mister Gift? This is Mojo." She pointed behind him as Aaron who was 6'2 still had to look up at the man. "Mojo? My boss." A man of few words Mojo nodded but shook Aaron's hand. Mitch was immediately intimidated. At least Firebird assisted in getting his attention back by using her toe to tickle Mitch's ear. Mojo looking over them at the ginger realized Shelly had taken the girl's money, so he ushered Aaron aside and picked up Shelly and sat her on the stage. Palming her chest, he made her lay back then patted the girl's bikini area. Firebird who was aware of her loss smiled at Mojo and blew him a kiss before laying down on stage beside Shelly. Spider walking fingertips over Shelly's bare abdomen she pinched her zipper and drew it down until the girl's pussy came into full view. The hundred loitering there, Firebird licked her way from belly button jewelry to the greenback. Biting the hundred she stole it away and swiped it with her hand before kissing Shelly's clit and zipping her back up. This was what they got away with here. Patting the edge of the stage Mojo made Firebird sit with her legs dangling over and smirking at him for further direction. Mojo then just as he had Shelly pressed his palm right between the redhead's tits and made her lay back. The crowd was going wild over the giant's control. Once back Mojo lifted her legs and made her hold her ankles wide. Mitch swallowed at being up close to her breathing pussy. Taking out his wallet he rolled up two-hundred-dollar bills and dared to place them right up inside the ginger's vulva. Beginning to pull away Mojo grabbed his hand and used his fingers to shove the bills deeper into the girl's cunt. "Piggy bank!" Mojo grinned. "Pigs in a blanket?" Mitch laughed and pressed his fingers knuckle deep into her. The redhead busted up laughing. Shelly looked at Aaron and unzipped her booty reds and did the same ankle feat expecting reward. Aaron nodded at her allure then took out a hundred of his own and installed it just as deep as Mitch had. The crowd howled at their getting away with that. To top it all off Mojo ushered both men aside and licked Firebird's clit for a resounding squeal. Sidestepping over he repeated his performance with Shelly. Standing up he grabbed both Mitch and Aaron and drew them in, side to side. Pointing at the wet pussies before them the men chuckled, shrugged and they too licked their pussies. Backs arching the girls giggled until the men were done. For a full minute they got away with licking until Mojo grabbed the cuffs of their necks and guided the men away. Mojo again parting the suiters moved closer and raised both of his humongous hands. With a downward flash of speed, he slapped the two women's cunts and told Firebird to get busy. Clits stinging the girls pouted at him. He zipped Shelly up and sat her back down on her feet in front of Aaron. "That was freaking amazing." Mitch laughed. "Set me up with Firebird after hours?" Mojo rubbed his fingers together as if saying if the money was right. Mitch gave him a nod and said, "Done!" A mental deal was set in motion. Firebird would not remove her money from her cunt until she got off stage. Shelly kept it in her savings acCoUNT praying she would not get a papercut up inside. "So, Mojo? Has Shelly discussed what I asked her to run by you?" "Si! She did! Where is this... Monica?" "How much to do what I asked Shelly to..." Mojo paused him with a finger. "You treat Shelly and Beatriz like your own, I will do this for free. It is time I performed again. I have gotten lazy." "Somehow with those biceps I don't see anything lazy about you Big Fella." Aaron nodded, "I will adopt these girls if I have to." He winked at Shelly. "Uhh? Where's Beanie?" "Talking to Vega up at the bar. We are thirsty." "Drinks on the club." Mojo patted Aaron and Mitch on the shoulder then spoke to Shelly, "Take me to this Monica." "Don't be gentle." Aaron laughed. "As you wish Amigo." Aaron had no idea what saying that would entail. Hooboy! ******** Monica was laughing her ass off at so many guys copping a feel of her as she searched for Kyle or her old frat friend Dalton the dogwalker. With there being ninety five percent men in the club she was in heaven's hands. Heaven due to their hands. Adding fuel to her fire she pulled her dress up to her belly button and walked shamelessly with her lower body free of obstructive cotton fiber material. If she had more time she would have just stood there and let then finger her, a number of hands did cross paths with her bikini area. This was the life. Just not of April Riley! Her friend's name. Pun intended. Finding the lap dance arena which was shockingly one big room rather than any private booths with curtains she was blown away by over twenty gorgeous women gyrating totally nude over their clothed customers. Monica was ready to apply for a job, but her father insisted she graduate high school first. Hell, she could just sit up a chair downtown and do it right out in the open and make a grand a week for thirty minutes time. Pondering that idea she grinned, "I'm so trying that." Spying a familiar face, she dropped her jaw. Getting a dance was her hometowns recently retired police Captain, Kermit Boggs. "Woohoo! Kermie!" She entered the lap area and came in behind Kermit in his cushy couch like chair and placed a finger of silence to her lips notifying his dancer a busty brunette with a sternum tattoo that looked like a tribal tarantula. It was sexy. The girl grinned at Monica and kept quiet as she hopped up and down over Kermit's rock-hard trouser tent. With cooperation Monica leaned over Kermit and put her hands over his eyes. "Guess who?" Blinded from his enjoyment he recognized the voice, but it had been a while. "Kermie make me squirmy." She toyed with him as a hint. "That you Monica?" "Awww! You're too good. I just wanted to say hi before I got too busy, I'm here with my dad on business." Hands removed he looked up over his brow at her, head tilted back. "Look me up later, my dad might have some interesting questions for you. No worries he knows everything I've done. No names, but he knows and believe it or not he's cool with it all. Love your tattoo what is it?" Monica smiled at his dancer. "It's a combination of things. The main body in the center is the symbol of Tao. The rest is the spider upon which the universe is woven. I'm a philosophy major. I call it a Taorantula." She laughed. "Mali? This is Monica. Mali here is my granddaughter." "OH MY GOD! You old pervert!" "Hey if he pays for my college I don't mind. Hi Monica. You should work here." "Maybe after high school. Barely legal." She laughed, "Isn't that right Grandpa?" "She was my retirement gift from the guys on the force." Kermit laughed, "Yes, she did what you're doing but only... the real thing." "Now I'm jealous." Mali playfully slapped him on the cheek. "You know I'd do you old man." "Yeah, but for the sake of family let's not. Bad enough I'm nutting in my slacks beneath you." That made Mali crack up and lean forward and crush her 36C's into his face, motorboating him with her hands on the chair back. Monica hovering wagged her tongue toward Mali, a second later their tongues entangled. Monica was having so much fun. So were the guys surrounding her from behind. With Monica lurched forward kissing Mali one of the men stepped up and stuck his finger inside Monica's wet twat. No bouncers nearby he got away with that. Feeling it probe about she squealed and pulled away from Mali. Looking over her shoulder she yelped, "DALTON!!!" Mali was a thing of the past just that quickly as she turned around and jumped into the dogwalkers arms. "I've misssssed you." Lifting her up with ease he planted his hands on her bare ass cheeks and laid one on her. Backing her up toward the cushy chair back Mali laughed at seeing the girls dress rolled up. Smothering Grandpa Boggs again, Mali reached out and did just as Dalton had in fingering Monica. Another squeal she paused her kiss and looked back with a sneer. "HEY! PAY ATTENTION TO GRAMPS! EARN YOUR TUITION BITCH." Everyone laughed including Kermit. Kyle finding his buddies pulled Hillary Morgan along behind him and the group stepped back so as not to attract bouncers in this so-called private abode. Seeing Kyle, Monica grinned and told Hillary, "Lose your leather Wench." Kyle's friends agreed with that and tried to unzip her skirt, laughing hard Hillary hid behind Kyle until he caught her off guard and unzipped her. The skirt fell to her upper thighs before she could even catch it. "OH MY GOD, KYLE!" He then used the toe of his shoe to drag it further down as his foot was within her thigh gap. To her ankles she couldn't even bitch for all of the drool slinging her direction. "Live a little Hilly." Kyle chuckled. Risking it she stepped free of it and carried the skirt. Hands of frat boys were all up on her ass. "Better get used to things like this... guys we're going to make a porn with Hilly here." Popular in a single breath the guys pulled Hillary away to discuss the idea. Surrounded they pawed her up to her delight. "You guys are crazy." Mali called out, "I love it." Kermit had his fill of distraction and pinched his granddaughter's ass to let him up. Pouting Mali crawled away, and he tipped her good. Waving at Monica in Dalton's charms the retiree told her, "I'll be here a few more hours. Find me and I'll say hey to your dad." "Thanks, Kermie! I wuvs you." They blew kisses at one another. Mali opting to take a break vacated her chair to offer it to another stripper in wait. Moving around to join the group Mali stood next to Dalton and Monica. Finally putting Monica down, she introduced Mali. "Is it Mali Boggs like your grampa's last name?" "Shush! Don't spread the last name around. Strippers need to go incognito. But yes, Mali Boggs." Dalton stood there admiring the girl's tattoo. It was a focal point. She quickly explained her reason for its design then told Monica that they should hang out sometime. "I want to kiss you some more." No problem! Monica patted Dalton on the chest then stripped her dress off entirely and tossed it at him. Fully nude she stammered in her stiletto heels, not perfectly balanced but managing well. Throwing herself at Mali they crushed their bodies together and kissed like no tomorrow. Nothing could last forever though. "AHEM!" Shelly Cortez stepped up and tapped Monica on the shoulder. Kiss broken Monica turned around pouting for being interrupted. Hearing everybody around her gasp she didn't immediately notice Mojo behind her. "What? Wait your turn, I'll kiss you later." Shelly grinned devilishly and pointed behind Monica. Turning she saw nothing but the biggest mountain she had ever seen. His hairy chest was so thick she mumbled, "Skunk Ape!" Florida's nickname for Bigfoot. The giant was totally nude and literally every guy there was wishing they were he. Eyes lowering to his trunk Monica jumped back at Shelly. "HOLY FUCK! Who let a python loose in here?" The laughter was tedious but hard to miss regardless, as Mojo simply glared at her. "Ummm? Hi!" Within his hands were soft suede binding strings. Roughly he reached out for Monica and tied her hands together at the wrist, Shelly and Mali joining forces to hold her as they giggled. "IT'S NOT MY BIRTHDAY!" She presumed this was some special treatment for any girl customers. Once bound he turned her back to him and lifted her up by her arms over her head and his. Ducking his head through her tethered wrists he lowered her to dangle over him like a human necktie. "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" She yelped laughing at her predicament. His monster cock between her thigh gap Monica looked down at what appeared to look like she had a dick. "OH SHIT!" It stuck out a good six inches in front of her. Essentially sitting on it she whimpered. In the lap dance area Aaron's other client Jared with his entertainment Onyx walked up chuckling, "Hey Monica. Looking good! Pussy want a cracker? Nice perch Mojo. I thought it was a parent trap, not a parrot trap." "Jared! Help me!" She whispered at him, Onyx giggling and leaning on Jared's shoulder. "Oh, you're in for a loooong night. I've only seen this once before. I'll tell your dad you're going to be tied up for a while." He abandoned her just that fast. Shelly showing Monica more suede bands razzed her and went after her left foot. Tying her ankle as Dalton volunteered to help her, they brought Monica's legs behind Mojo's backside until even her legs were helpless to move. "OH MY GOD! I'M A FANNY PACK!" Monica busted up. Held prisoner to Mojo, Shelly moved back to face Monica, her sister Beanie stepping up sipping a mixed drink through her straw. "You never do this for me Mojo." Beatriz stomped her foot. "Why do you ignore me so?" "You can take my spot." Monica whined, "I'm screwed, aren't I?" "Si! Most wonderfully screwed." Beanie giggled, over it. Handing off her drink to Shelly, Beanie did the honors of lifting Mojo's six-inch diameter cock, lining it up to Monica's vulva. Crown eased between her labia Mojo leaned forward taking Monica with him. In his lurch his monster cock began its penetration, G-spot immediately crossed. Monica's expression was sheer awe as his girth ripped her pussy wide. Onlookers offered praise for her bravery as well as gasps over his behemoth shredding her inch by inch. A slow screw so to speak! No words until he had a good four inches inside her, Monica finally looked down at Shelly and Beanie kneeling under her. Both girls merged to kiss and suck on Mojo's ball sack to a vast applause. Quick flicks up his exposed shaft then over Monica's clit they stood up and bowed to their fans. "I LOVE YOU GUYS! BESTIES FOREVER!" "Si! Agreed!" Shelly smiled and offered Monica a sip of their drink. A fast swig Monica made a face. "You do not like tequila?" "Not until after sunrise." She whimpered. "Oh fuck! Biggest cock I've ever had in me." "You must take him all." Beanie patted her cheek. "We will be rooting for you." Rearing upright Mojo reached around Monica and squeezed her breasts first, so firmly he left finger impressions. Her eyes went white the second his dick rose up deeper beneath her own weight on him. At six inches her cunt was weeping all around his girth, his massive balls as big as two fists held knuckle to knuckle. With a slap to each of her tits accompanied by a squeal of giggles out of Monica he parted the dread sea of human activity. Path made! "Time to walk Bebita!" Mojo called her Baby Girl. With each step he took, her pussy accepted a hint more of his length. At eleven inches she was already mentally begging for mercy. NOT! Eyes returning to normal she saw Kyle looking at her in shock. She simply hissed, "Fuck you, Kyle." He couldn't hold it in any longer he died laughing. Waving bye-bye to her Kyle went back to the darker region of the club where his friends were keeping Hillary company. He should have known better than to leave her with them. The group of eight frat brothers had her bent over and Terrell Noble a tall black man was hitting her cunt from behind, holding her shoulder with one hand and spanking her with the other. A cell well hidden from bouncers was recording it. She knew it and simply thought of adding it to her porn footage. "Starting that porn already?" Kyle winced at Hillary. She moaned and reached for him to take her hand as moral support. Crouching down in front of Hillary he offered a warm smile. "Cheating on me already." "You took my skirt off. You left me wide open." She slightly giggled then expressed how well Terrell was hitting her G-spot. "Fuck Kyle!" "Want to be my girlfriend?" "Really?" She brightened up. "Yes!" "Good! I'm not mad. Matter of fact I want you to take on all of us. Not just tonight either. I want you in my dorm room jumping beds to keep us all happy. Porn video taken every single time. Sound like a plan?" "Yessssssss! Make me your whore Kyle. Let me move in with you." "It is a coed dorm. You up for a new roommate Swayze?" Swayze Bonner one of three roommates nodded. "Xander?" Another thumbs up. "Hedge?" A hell yes, Kyle puckered, "I think you're in Hilly Girl." "FUCCCCCK MEEEEEEE!" She came hard on Terrell's nine-inch beast. With bouncer's circulating Terrell chickened out in nutting. Pulling her upright he made it look as if they were all just chatting, his crew cloaking their nudity from scrutiny. The second the bouncers moved on Terrell slid back inside and finished the job. Kyle stayed with her through six frat brother's and kissed her with praise. Hillary Morgan was in love just that fast. Quinones for the sin! WIN! ******** Before Mojo had imprisoned Monica... Aaron Gift and his client Mitch hit the bar for drinks. Numerous young barely legal girls creeped up on them to offer pleasure in some fashion, mostly private dances. But at the moment Aaron needed to discuss business with at least one of his hopeful partners. "So, how's Charlotte after last night? We didn't leave her too messy, did we? Jared and I only jerked off on her face then left you to Monica. Are we still good?" "Of course, we are. Last night was a turning point. After you guys left, I carried the wife to bed. I had Monica and her at the same time." "No shit! Ballsy Gift! Ballsy! So, Charlotte knows about you and Monica?" "She does now. Surprisingly she's okay, she even made us breakfast in bed. I'm still here so I don't think she poisoned us. We had a long talk and she's willing to overlook it as long as I give her attention more than Monica. I love Char so I'll make that effort. Anyways, I want to discuss more than our possible merger with you. By all rights the merger should be top dog but feeling you and Jared out like I have I think you might like my new proposal." "Oh yeah? Get rich quick scheme?" "Sex does sell Buddy." "Indeed, it does. I buy into these bitches as often as I'm in town. That ginger Firebird is new, so I want to take her to the hotel later. I was going to request Monica, but it's not required. She's your girl Gift. Jared and I adore her but hey... I'd rather we all stay friends." "Caturbate!" "Frequent it." He chuckled. "Where's this going Aaron?" "Let's start our own site and figure out a way to fly under the radar. Anything goes kind of thing." "Bestiality?" He winced. "Well, maybe not that. Pretty much everything else though. I suppose animal costumes could be adopted. I think between your connections and mine we can rob Fort Knox." "Intriguing!" "Take a look around at all of these girls. Imagine them all with a room of their own on a six-hour loop with others. My secretaries do Caturbate... well they did out of their uncle's storage unit. They didn't follow the sites bylaws and got booted out. Those girls are willing to do anything. Add in my daughter, her school friends, maybe some of these perky beauties, we can do pretty well for ourselves." "I'll talk that over with Jared. I know the perfect site coordinator too. Between us... she used to be a hacker. She makes websites that escape the FCC if you can believe that." "Dark Web stuff?" "Sure! She's good at her shit. Hot as fuck in a nerdy kind of way too. Pop bottle glasses but goth looking. She has more piercings than any girl I've ever met." "Interesting! See? With the Cortez girls we can wrangle in her cousin Norberto here in some fashion. Their Uncle Fernando owns that storage unit. If I can get him to sell it we can fix the place up cheap and make it pods for the girls to play in." "Sounds really good. So, sex with any of them?" "Of course! I'm thinking gangbangs around the block reminiscent of the day Star Wars hit the theaters." He laughed as the bartender approached them. Mitch acknowledging her spoke up. "Evening Vega." Aaron glanced at her and froze. She looked exactly like actress Eva Mendez in her early 30's, decked out in a black leather bustier and glossy spandex pants to match. Zipper from front to back just like Shelly and Beanie's booty shorts. Half down in the seat her butt crack was saying hello. "Hey Mitch. What can I get you guys?" "Your number." Aaron spoke up prematurely. "As long as Norberto is good with that." "We shall see Mister Gift." "You know my name?" He was taken back. "Si! Beatriz pointed you out as her employer. She speaks very highly of you." "Good to know. I love that kid." "As do we all. You bring out the slut in her." "That's just her I think." "Ah! Too bad. I was rather hoping you might do the same for me." She winked. Before she could flirt any further a feminine voice chimed in behind them. "Mitchell! I thought that was you." Turning Mitch and Aaron greeted a stunning redhead with short hair and amazing green eyes. "Rita Foxx! Man, I haven't seen you since that gala down in Lauderdale. You move around, don't you?" "Wherever the money is, my body is." She smirked. "How's Keith and the kids?" "Britney and Lance are ready to graduate here soon. You would not believe how much my daughter is growing to be like me. She wants to be an escort too. Lance? Who knows... slacker! Keith just hooked up with a new girlfriend, I'm kind of second fiddle now but we're working it out to all of our advantages." Hearing this Aaron realized the comparisons to his own life. Choosing to flirt with Vega further Aaron missed out. Rita was eying him as having money. "That's good, isn't it? Britney is a looker like you I... " Mitch paused to see Mojo hauling Monica around moaning like a banshee riding his big cock. Patting Aaron on the arm he pointed out Monica bobbing up and down on Mojo's anaconda, her eyes white, saliva slipping down her chin. In Mojo's walk through the crowd numerous guys played with her tits or massaged her clit. A number of them even sucked a nipple or slapped her breasts as if to revive her. Aaron dropped his jaw. So did Rita! "Oh my God! She looks just like Britney." Rita peaked a brow, "They could almost be sisters." A glance at Aaron, she concluded him to be the girl's father. It was then she realized that she knew him. "Oh crap! I fucked this guy back in high school just before I met Keith." Time to back away. A sudden panic that Keith might not actually be Britney and Lance's biological father she went back to her date for the night. Better not to know, she loved Keith, and her children. She could be wrong, but it was going to worry her for a few days. Mitch simply waved goodbye to Rita and let it be. Aaron patted Vega's hand on the bar and told her two Bud lights then walked away to greet Mojo and Monica. Mojo halting in his tracks flexed his muscles just to be cute as Monica did her best to fuck herself on his beast, becoming insatiable and needing another orgasm. MUST HAVE ORGASM! Aaron had to snap his fingers at her and when that didn't get her attention, he lifted her head up by her hair and patted her cheek. "Hanging in there Punkin?" "Hanging... HA!" She laughed accidently spitting as she spoke, "Hung... YES, HE IS! DADDY HELP ME! I've had like five orgasms in... how long have I been on you Skunk Ape? I'm good for a hundred." Mojo chuckled and told her fifteen minutes. Long past the twenty-minute curfew Aaron had given her, but again he had set this in motion so cutting her slack was the right thing to do. By now Monica had nine inches of Mojo inside her. She could literally feel him up against her uterus. Beanie did say she needed to take all of Mojo. Getting there! "She's good for another hour Mojo." Patting his wallet to show the giant Aaron was willing to pay up, the giant grinned. Rubbing her silky abdomen Aaron could literally feel the bulge outline of Mojo's cock inside her. Realizing he might as well have been touching the guy's dick, he eased back. "How about a tour of the parking lot Mojo?" Shrugging Mojo headed for the exit, Monica squealing, "DAAAAAAAADDDDDYYYY!" Bouncers even held the door for royalty. Outdoors they went. Aaron felt the crowd admiring him as if he owned Monica. Technically he did. It was his sperm that brought her into this world. The same sperm that fed her on occasion when he saw fit. If it weren't for the lust in the house some might have considered him brutal for what he was making her endure. Maybe he was a prick, but he also knew that his daughter even when whining was loving every second of her predicament. "You must be Monica's dad." A voice stepped up beside him. "Captain Kermit Bogg's Summersby Police Department, retired." The introduction led by a handshake offer made Aaron hesitate a moment then wince. "Monica tells me you've heard stories about our lovely town's finest." "So, it's true. My kid did fuck the boys in blue." "She says you were interested in talking to me about something." "Is she really under the protection of your boys?" "Absolutely! I still have pull in town, bet on that. Your kid has gotten away with things any other person might do time for. Trust me when I say she would never ever see the inside of a jail cell unless it's to play in." "Interesting thought we might just need to make that happen." Aaron chuckled as Mitch and Jared joined them. "Oh, these are my business partners. Well... potential partners I guess I shouldn't jump the gun." "Captain Kermit Boggs." The men shied a bit hearing of any law enforcement affiliation, "Relax fellas! I'm retired but not dead. Fill me in Daddy Gift." "I'll speak for myself at the moment. I'm interested in what you allow Monica to get away with and if that can be extended to a couple dozen more young ladies. Maybe more!" "I'm listening." Kermit was curious even as his granddaughter Mali walked up and hugged him from the side. Glancing at her and seeing her sparkling eyes study the men he was talking to he sighed, "My granddaughter Mali." "Hello! Am I intruding?" She teased her nipple with a mesmerizing gaze at Aaron. "Not at all. This is Monica's dad." "Mmm! She's such a good kisser. Did you teach her that?" She in turn reached her hand down to palm her grandfather's erection. "Just checking to see if that Viagra is still working." "Haha! So, you want police protection there in Summersby for a whole bunch of young honeys?" "Yep! I'm considering a startup porn site like Caturbate there in town. I'd like to know I won't be penalized for it. If I invest, I want a payday not jailtime or stiff fines." "I can get the force to look the other way for some kickback. By kickback I mean... this." He squeezes his granddaughter's breast, she shocked by his sudden change of heart. "So, they get pussy in return for overlooking our... my operation." "Our operation." Jared stepped in. "Mitch filled me in, if this can be a secure site without anyone getting into trouble, I'm all in." Mitch concurred. "You know those storage warehouses over on Zellers? I'm interested in buying those and turning them into pods for the girls to rent and perform in. FCC be damned I want to do things the other sites forbid." "I might be interested in that." Mali smiled. "Can I play with Monica?" "I'm pretty certain that will happen." "You can trust me Gift. Your kid has a special place in my ticker. I might even volunteer to be security." Kermit chuckled. "You guys do your planning... I'll call the cop shop discreetly and let them in on the possibility. I won't let any of them get out of line either. Just like Monica... if for any reason there's a complaint the ladies will be arrested in the public eye but let go just that fast. It's just to keep the force looking as if they're doing their jobs. Don't even worry about the mayor. He just got into office and he's as crooked as they cum. Guthrie and I go way back." "I appreciate your backup Cap." "Kermit!" "Aaron!" "Lap dance?" He points at Mali. "She'll do it with your pants down." "He won't let me take his down. Meanie!" She razzed him. Jared took her up on it but Mitch had his eye on Firebird. Mali seeing the ginger waved her over. A fast recall of Mitch licking her clit on stage she took him by his hand and led him to the Igloo area, the lap dance room. This left Aaron and Kermit at the bar. A swift kiss to Grampa's cheek Mali led Jared away. "She's somethin'! My daughter's kid. This site you're building has promise. I can tell you here and now I can hook you up with all the guys you need to be of assist. Hell I know sixty percent of the older fellas in this joint right now. Mali knows the University guys; she goes to Florida State. Hell of a commute to work way down here but she stays with me in Summersby sometimes. School is about out so she'll be there more often to be closer to this place." "Doesn't live with your daughter?" "Ehhh! Long story! They don't get along. Mali has a bad habit of bedding down Beth's boyfriends and husbands. Every single one of them. Beth is kind of a mess in the head over it." "Damn! That's tough." "I stay out of it. Bad enough I let my granddaughter paw me up." "Bed her down?" "Trying like hell not to. Trust me I've considered it. I think after Monica, the whole barely legal thing is looking better all the time. Mali's 19!" He just realized something, "Where is Monica and that bouncer anyway?" "I sent him outside with her. I felt evil tonight. I brought Monica to seduce my clients to get them to merge with my company. I really didn't need her, so I decided to see to it she had a good time." "That was some show." "Night's only getting started." Aaron toasted his beer at Kermit. "Hang around!" A sudden slap of hands on the bar next to Aaron made him jump. Vega hopped up on the bar and threw her long legs over then dropped down to face Aaron. Grabbing him by his shirt she tore him away from Kermit. "It is break time." Against his will the bombshell Latina took him to the lap lounge. Kermit chuckled and grabbed a fresh beer from the secondary bartender then took a stroll around the club to check out various dancers. Toward the back he saw a gathering of young men obviously hiding something. The closer he got he heard shrill squeals and slaps on skin. No bouncers around he chose to make sure the dancer wasn't being harmed. Managing to sneak up on their divided attention he took a look over their shoulders to see Hillary Morgan now completely nude and bent over getting it up the ass while giving two hand jobs at her sides. Kyle Quinones looked up from praising her in his crouch, fingers in her mouth to keep her focused on him and saw Kermit. Eyes wide he started to stop everything until Kermit stepped in and whipped his dick out. Guiding Kyle aside he put it in Hillary's mouth. Pointing at her he said, "Your mother does not hear about this." A nod she sucked him off like a pro. The frat boys sighed with relief. "So, he knows Greta." Kyle suddenly recognized the Chief. "Small world!" ******** Outside the club Mojo had paced the parking lot letting new arrivals toy with Monica's tits and massage her clit. The added activity made her crazy, thriving on his cock inside her only fueled her own appetite, her hips gyrated what they could in her bound dilemma. He was all in now and she was coping like a champ. Chuckling at her enthusiasm Mojo made a snap decision. Taking off like a light in only his shoes, she in her stilettos he hit the road going out toward the busy highway. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING? OH MY GOD!" The run alone was the best sex she had ever had. Bumpy ride! Best shock absorber EVER! Street illegal! North Pole meets South Hole! MISTER MOJO RISIN'! RISIN'! RISIN'! MISS MONICA FALLIN'! FALLIN'! FALLIN'! RISIN'! FALLIN'! You get the Gift... GIST!

Megan Makes A Remote Connection! By LuckyDave1066 Her experiment with online video chat has unexpected result! Megan Angiamo was a bit surprised one afternoon when she checked to see what three teenage boys were snickering about as they huddled around a computer at the library where she worked. They either saw her coming or were actually NOT searching for porn online, which she would have bet was their goal. The filters her IT consultant had installed caught most forbidden materials, but she had seen clever teens get around them before, so she was relieved to see a bare-bones chat site without any photos or videos on the monitor. One of the teens showed her the thread of texts he had been exchanging with his Mom. Megan thought the program looked harmless enough, so she left the boys with a warning to keep their voices down and made a mental note to check the website out in more depth later. Keeping horny boys from using the library's computers to get a little thrill wasn't her favorite part of her job, not by a long shot. The topic hardly came up when she was in college pursuing her library science degree, but a lot had changed in the seventeen years since she'd graduated. One thing hadn't changed; she was still the sole full time professional librarian employed by her hometown, as she had been since her predecessor retired unexpectedly only two months after Megan started working there. She loved her work, but having her only help come from a few part time assistants made it hard for her to get away for any long break. Except for her college years Megan had lived in Westminster her whole life. For the most part she hadn't really minded life in the small town, but there were a few drawbacks. She would have gladly done without the gossip going around when she and her ex-husband had divorced; despite the rumors and stories, she was convinced that they had simply married too young at 21. She was as surprised as anyone when a few months shy of their seventh anniversary her husband told her he was leaving both her and the town they'd grown up in. Looking back on her marriage, Megan had come to believe the breakup had been for the best. There had been more bad times than good after the first couple of years, but at the time the divorce hit her hard; she had all but become a hermit for the first post split year. She had no interest at all in starting up a new relationship for at least three years after the breakup. When she began to think she was ready to at least try dating, life seemed to not want her to. For two years she spent every free moment helping her mother take care of her father as he slipped further and further into dementia, then spent most of the next three years helping her mother through a variety of illnesses, finally losing her last local relative shortly after her 36th birthday. Megan's first actual attempt at a new relationship gave the local gossip grapevine more to whisper about. She had a few dates with a construction manager from out of town working on a building near the library. He was a charming first date and seemed by their second date to have long-term potential. Between their second date and their third, the local busybodies had somehow learned a lot about Tony, none of it reassuring. The nosy scandalmongers had discovered that though not living together any more, Tony was still married, to a stripper who worked at a club a couple of towns down the interstate! One of the snoops made sure the the lurid story made it to Megan, who asked him about his wife. His face turned red as he ranted about her, "Kerry found out I liked to go to this club once in a while with a few guys I work with and just lost her mind. She actually began working there as a stripper herself just to catch me there, and then left me once she did!" There was no fourth date. Megan had been tempted to not even ask Tony if there was any truth to the rumors about him, his wife and their relationship, just to be able to have sex with an actual person for the first time since her own marriage had ended. Her own marriage had probably been doomed from the start, but the sex had been good enough that even most of a decade later she still missed it. Between her parent's problems and the general lack of eligible men in town, she was in the midst of an epic sexual drought. She was pretty sure more than 95% of the local men she might be interested in were married; she wasn't about to get caught up in some other couple's drama, and shuddered to imagine what the local gossip network could do with that kind of material! Between having no love life and working even longer hours than usual when pandemic related budget cutbacks eliminated what little help she had at the library, Megan had fallen into some bad dietary habits and put on a fair bit of weight. Being as petite as she was, the extra thirty-five pounds were noticeable. Before turning 30 she had always been fit, but the stresses of the last few years led her to depend more on fast food and snacking in front of the TV than was healthy. It took a minor medical crisis to shake Megan up enough to break away from her bad lifestyle choices. What had been periodic minor heartburn grew into something that felt like a heart attack, earning her an ambulance ride to the local hospital. Getting dressed after the doctor on duty had quickly ruled out any heart problems and ended her crisis by treating her to some prescription strength acid-blocking medicine, she was as embarrassed by the doctor gently suggesting she ought to look into changing some of her eating habits as she was by wearing the decidedly unflattering hospital gown for the four hours she spent being observed and tested. The morning after her visit to the hospital, Megan was at her desk in the office ten minutes before the library opened, as usual. She looked at the bag she'd just set on her desk. Contents: two egg sandwiches and a small slab of vaguely hash-brown like food, fresh from a drive-through a few blocks away. Her usual. "It's like I completely forgot about how I spent last night," she moaned. She realized that in many ways what had become her normal wasn't what she wanted out of life. She couldn't change everything she thought needed to be changed right away, but resolved at that moment to at least get control of her eating, and while she was at it, to get back in shape. The evening following the afternoon Megan had noticed the trio of teen boys texting on a library computer happened to be exactly six months since her trip to the hospital. She had followed through on her vow to get back in shape, using the treadmill, rowing machine and free weights which had been gathering dust ever since her father had become ill. She was glad she'd left the pieces of exercise equipment in the basement of the house she had inherited instead of selling them; she never liked working out in a public setting like a gym, and wasn't sure she'd have even gotten started if she'd had to share a workout space when she was at her heaviest. Even alone at home she stuck with baggy sweats when working out. The six months had been enough time for Megan to lose most of the weight she had set out to get rid of. She was more than satisfied with the change in her appearance, knowing that the few pounds she was still above her goal were probably a result of added muscle. She was more fit than she had been since her days as a cheerleader in high school, and fit easily in the pre weight gain clothes which had been banished to the back of a closet. Besides her exercise regimen, she overhauled her eating habits, eliminating the foods that had gotten her into trouble. Celebrating her achievement with a rare treat, a bowl of ice cream after her nightly workout, Megan could hardly believe anything could taste so good; six months without giving in to the ever present temptation to devour a tub of mint chocolate chip made her enjoy it even more than usual. She was still savoring her treat when she remembered she had planned on checking out the texting website the boys had been focused on. She took her dessert from the kitchen to her desk and turned her laptop on. She entered the site's address in her browser; the home page was different than the page one of the boys had shown her, giving three options, Text, Video and Unfiltered. She clicked on the Text link first, and was relieved to see the same basic text interface she'd seen the boys using earlier. She tried the Video link next, and was confused by what she saw. There was still an area for text, but most of the screen was filled by two windows, much like the video conferencing software she used at work. One window was filled with an image provided by her laptop's camera of her and her home office in the background, but the other window showed what looked like someone's living room. Her confusion increased when the second window changed to a live view of a street scene, apparently in a different part of the world judging by the daylight! She was still trying to figure out what she was seeing a few seconds later as the image changed again, this time showing a pair of pre-teen girls sitting on a couch, staring at their camera, waving and giggling. Still not quite grasping how the website worked, Megan clicked on the Unfiltered link, watching as the same basic layout came up on her laptop's screen. The first screen showed the same view as before, showing her own confused face. The other window was a different thing entirely, still cycling between various scenes but now mostly featuring an assortment of images thoroughly unsuitable for the library! There were naked men, a few naked women, and several close up views of men masturbating! In less than two minutes Megan saw more cocks, erect and otherwise, than she had in her whole life up to that moment, even counting the one day on their honeymoon she had let Scott coax her into trying out the resort's nude beach! Megan was so stunned by the flesh on display in the second window she forgot all about her own appearance in the first one. It was only when she noticed a series of comments popping up alongside the image of her that it fully dawned on her that the man slowly stroking his cock in window number two was able to see her! The comments wasted no time in making clear what the owner of the good-sized hard-on was hoping for. "Show boobs!" was the entirety of his first message. She wasn't sure why, but she automatically went ahead and answered the request, "No!" The flat rejection didn't seem to faze the man, who let loose a barrage of what seemed more like orders than requests. "Show me!" "Show!" "Strip!" "Boobs" When there was finally a pause in the rapid-fire series of requests to see her body, she repeated her simple response, this time in all caps, "NO. WHY WOULD I?" Despite technically having just asked the stranger a question, she decided that she didn't really want to get into a debate about showing her body. She reached for the button to click her viewer away, but hesitated a second as the latest comment from the guy onscreen popped up, "everything here is random and anonymous, so WHY NOT?" Megan closed the browser and shut down her computer, shaken by the knowledge that minors may have been visiting this part of the site right under her nose in the library. She was also disturbed by having been even briefly visible on several stranger's screens; being anonymous meant not knowing whose body parts she'd been seeing, but it also meant she couldn't be certain she hadn't been seen by someone she knew! The morning after she learned what the video chat site was about she made sure to block the site from being accessed with the Library's public wi-fi network. The three teen boys she had first noticed using the site came into the library after school; she kept an eye on them, but didn't have to wait long to get a pretty good idea what they had been up to before. They had been spending at least an hour at the computer the previous few afternoons, but were gone in less than 15 minutes now that their favorite website wasn't available! Megan's blocking of the unacceptable website only affected the wi-fi available to the public, and she didn't get around to adding it to the admin wi-fi blocked list until it was time to close the library. She locked up and went back to her office to make sure the lewd website was blocked everywhere in the library. Before walling it off she opened the site one last time. She steered clear of the Unfiltered section, focusing on the Video link. "Someone must be supervising this part of the site," she thought, "there's no nasty stuff in this section." She actually enjoyed the G-rated section, with its wide variety of scenes, many clearly from all around the world. Arriving at home a few days after the excitement of the inappropriate website, Megan made herself dinner, as usual. Something she'd heard on the radio about an earthquake in Pakistan made her think about views of the affected area she had seen at the family friendly section of the random video website. After she finished cleaning up in the kitchen she put off her usual exercise to see what views of far off places the website might offer. She sat down at the desk in her home office and turned on her laptop. She was at the website in a moment, careful to avoid the Unfiltered area. Her experiment with scrolling through live streams at the inoffensive part of the site was fairly successful, with some interesting sights and a few actual conversations with people at various countries! The general tone was far more polite than what she'd experienced at the Unfiltered section, though the sight of a slim woman in a dressy blouse and skirt did result in a rude comment or two. One night Megan ventured into the Unfiltered area (staying out of camera range) to see if her earlier experience there had been typical of its tone. It had. She did cross paths with a few people who seemed normal enough at first, but hardly any of them made it beyond two or three lines of chat before insisting on knowing if she was Male or Female. She found the overwhelmingly Male users almost always cut off the chat immediately if she claimed to be Male too, but when she admitted she was Female, the vast majority of men turned predatory, DEMANDING visual proof of her gender, the more graphic the better. Though annoyed by their coarse behavior,she did feel some sympathy for the men pestering her. She could understand people, even rude ones, wanting to know what the gender of the person they were chatting with was, especially in the no-holds-barred world of the Unfiltered area! Her evening routine was soon adjusted to include some time devoted to what Megan called her "low-budget world tour." As long as they didn't get too rude she wasn't at all bothered by a flirtatious tone a few men took, noticing some differences in how men in different parts of the world reacted to seeing her on their screen. Even a little bit of flirtation from strangers was better than what she was experiencing in real life, surrounded as she was by married men. Several months into her new fitness program, her more toned look was earning her some attention, at least as much from the married men in town as the single ones. She noticed she was being noticed and enjoyed the attention; it had been so long since she'd been aware of her looks drawing interest she didn't much care who was doing the admiring. Her weight loss gave her a perfect excuse to go shopping, as well as to update her style a bit as well. Her old outfits tended to be fairly dowdy, in part because when she began her career she had tried to dress in a more mature woman's style, thinking she would be taken more seriously than an inexperienced 23 year old. Now in her late 30's and established in her profession, she could, within reason, dress as she pleased. Out went the heavy, shapeless sweaters, skirts ending well below the knee, turtlenecks and other matronly clothes. In their place came lightweight skirts which fell a few inches above her knees, fitted button-down blouses, silk camisoles, leggings and other items which helped bring her the sidelong glances she was coming to enjoy. She never looked less than professional in her new outfits, but was no longer anybody's idea of matronly. Megan noticed that certain clothing choices seemed to draw more comments from her online acquaintances than others, generally not rude, but definitely showing more interest in her appearance. The combination of leggings, a scoop-neck t-shirt and a lightweight less than fully buttoned dress shirt seemed to be the outfit most popular with her video chat partners. She tried different combinations, none extreme or showing any significant skin. The trends were clear; fewer layers were more popular than many, and form-fitting was more popular than baggy. One Friday night Megan inadvertently opened an investigation in a whole other area of how her video chat audience might react to her different clothing choices. She was wearing what was usually one of her less commented on outfits, a denim skirt with a black cotton button-down blouse. Even at work she never buttoned the top two buttons on this blouse; at that level there was no sign of cleavage or a bra. As she often did when relaxing at home, she unfastened another couple of buttons as she made her dinner, enjoying a glass of Cabernet. She nursed a second, more full glass as she ate a bowl of fettuccine. "What the hell, it's Friday night and I'm not driving anywhere," she thought as she cleaned up, seeing that there was less than a glass of the dark red wine left in the bottle. She poured what was left into her glass and moved on to her nightly random video tour. Somewhere between some tourist's live streaming of their visit to the Taj Mahal and a student at a college in England complaining of being bored, another button became unfastened. With only the lowest three buttons still fastened, the resulting gap between the two sides of Megan's blouse grew to show a few inches of her bra. This particular T-shirt bra was about as plain a one as she owned. It was solid, gray, and covered as much as any bra she owned, but when a batch of comments came up on her screen complimenting it she finally tuned in to the fact she was now offering random viewers a peek at her lingerie! She quickly buttoned back up to her workplace look and shut down her laptop. Over the weekend Megan kept thinking about the inadvertent and fairly limited flash of her bra to some random users of the website, "it couldn't have been any more than 45 minutes, but I got a week's worth of comments," she thought. The fact that the glimpse she had shown brought nothing but praise, combined with the fact that none of the commenters had the slightest clue who she was or where she lived made the episode seem harmless enough. "Imagine if I'd been wearing one of my sexier bras instead of the plain vanilla one I had on Friday," she mused. Once the question of how her chat partners might react differently to a flash of a less basic bra came to her, it kept returning all day Sunday. She was certain the sight of the same amount of a briefer, lacier or less opaque bra would get a bigger reaction, so there wasn't much to be learned by showing off a bit of one of her sexier bras the same way she'd shown off the plain one the other night. To even think of putting herself on display that way she needed at least a hint of learning by doing research to justify the project. The basic idea for an experiment which could actually result in new knowledge finally took shape on Monday as she was walking to work. She assumed a view of a more exotic bra would get a bigger reaction than a view of a similar amount of a plain bra would; by comparing the reaction to the sight of a small amount of her in a sexier bra to varying amounts of her in a plainer bra being visible she could arrive at a ratio of viewer interest in hot bra to plain bra, as judged by an unknowing multinational panel of voters! Megan hurried home after work Monday evening, logging on to the video chat site before making any dinner. She allowed herself a single glass of wine to settle her jangly nerves; though she knew she wasn't really going to be showing all that much skin, but the fact that the whole experiment was based on a letting a random bunch of strangers see her with varying amounts of her lingerie showing had her a bit rattled. While she knew that what she was about to do wasn't going to be truly revealing, it was still extreme enough for her to be paranoid about someone from her small town being one of her random viewers. She ran up to the attic and found a box containing a costume from a long-ago Halloween party. She took the tiger mask she'd worn years ago, but left the bodysuit with strategically placed faux fur behind, marveling she'd ever been bold enough to wear it in front of a roomful of friends! Megan hadn't even had a plan for how her experiment would be structured when she had left her house in the morning, but whether just lucky or she had somehow been subconsciously preparing, she had picked out a good outfit for the sexy bra portion of the study. Her outfit included a pleated black skirt, maroon cotton button-down blouse and a bra she was sure would draw a good number of comments, fairly sheer, French blue, with just enough floral patterned embroidery on the cups to make seeing her nipples difficult. "Since even with my blouse mostly unbuttoned, most of the cups are still going to be hidden behind the two edges of my blouse," she thought, "really, no big deal!" Despite the pep talk she gave herself, she had some trouble making her shaking fingers unfasten the first five buttons to replicate the state her blouse had been in while she was online Friday. Her chosen number of buttons unfastened, she sat down in front of her laptop and opened the video chat site. She set her phone on the table and started a timer; to make the comparison of reactions to her various styles of lingerie at least somewhat scientific, she'd settled on recording the number of comments about her sexy bra for six 4 minute periods, each divided up into 30 second segments to get a variety of chat partners, then using the average of the periods to compare with the comments received in the same length of time while wearing her basic bra. Waiting for what seemed to Megan like an hour for the first 4 minute interval to be finished she tried to focus on the number of comments and not think too much about their content. She hit the button to start the second 4 minute period, already wondering if her various chat partners could see how she was blushing. As the second period passed, she got into a rhythm alternating between logging the number of comments and scanning them to see what her viewers had to say about her appearance, and by the time the final 4 minute period was finished she had a pretty good idea what most of the many, many comments were like. "So," she thought, "what have I learned so far? She covered the camera and began entering her observations in a text document: The sight of even a small part of a woman's boobs in a fairly sheer bra is enough to inspire a LOT of comments. The comments tend to be appreciative, and offer compliments on my appearance. Seeing a little bit of my boobs seems to make most viewers want to see more of them, and more of me in general. Knowing random viewers were observing and commenting on my appearance was initially uncomfortable, but came to be sort of enjoyable." Satisfied with how the the first part of her experiment had gone, Megan moved on to it's second phase. She took off her blouse and bra, then put her humdrum bra on and put her blouse back on, with the same number of buttons undone and the same amount of bra exposed. As she uncovered the camera lens, she wondered how her viewers would react to the opaque, featureless gray bra, thinking, "it sure seems less interesting than the first one." While there were still a few comments, the number in each 4 minute period was far lower than it had been for the same amount of time when she'd been showing a glimpse of her racy bra. Well, duh," she said to herself, "the sheer bra practically screams, 'look at me', while this bra is saying, 'never mind, nothing to see here'. It just doesn't seem like a fair fight. Time to find out how viewers reactions to seeing more of the plain bra compare to seeing the small area of the racier bra!" That showing more of the plain bra would also require showing some as yet unknown amount more Megan gave her goosebumps, but by then she was too curious about how her audience would react to seeing more bra to abandon her experiment. Megan covered the laptop's camera just long enough to unfasten her blouse's three remaining buttons and draw the two sides far enough apart that more than half of each cup of her bra was uncovered. She uncovered the camera, clicked the link to go to a new partner and started the timer. The change in how much bra and toned torso were now visible did make a noticeable difference in how many comments popped up as she cycled through partners, but the number was still nowhere near what the small amount of exposed racy bra had received. Still well short of finding out how much plain bra would need to be on display to get a reaction equal to what the sexy one had, or if it even could, Megan decided to dial up the exposure level. She slipped her blouse back off her shoulders and a few inches down her upper arms. She was about to click to see what her next batch of viewers would have to say about her new look, but paused a moment, saying, "it wasn't really covering anything anyway," as she shook her blouse free, letting the maroon top drop to the floor behind her. Her uncharacteristic new boldness faltered briefly; just a few minutes before she'd been nervous about opening her blouse slightly more, now she'd taken it off completely! After a short pause to settle her nerves she started the timer and clicked to connect with a new viewer. As her latest group of viewers came and went Megan found herself getting a bit annoyed to see the number of comments STILL didn't equal what a small segment of racy bra peeking out from the mostly closed blouse had inspired. "What the hell, people," she shouted, "I'm practically topless here!" As she scanned the new comments she did notice a change in their tone; the comments on her racy bra had been largely compliments on the mostly hidden garment, while many of the current batch were pleas for her to just get her bra off entirely! "I guess that's to be expected when they see me just one item away from flashing my boobs!" Megan hadn't planned on showing anywhere near this amount of skin, but she still believed there must be some way she could get the comments on how she looked in her plain bra to equal those the small glimpse of her more revealing bra received. It occurred to her that the partial view of the racier bra hinted at more excitement being just a few unfastened buttons away. Nothing she'd tried so far with the plain bra held the same sort of promise. She was sure just facing her camera without the bra would bump up the number of comments, but even if she had been willing to go that far it seemed like cheating. She already was receiving more comments along the lines of "SHOW BOOBS," so she knew her audience would be in favor of such a move. She couldn't believe she let the idea of going topless linger, even briefly, before coming up with a more acceptable plan. "Maybe if I make a few adjustments I can get that sense of anticipation, that something exciting is about to happen, even with the plain bra," she thought. She tried dropping the strap off her right shoulder, then took the left one down too. "Damned stiff cups," she said and pulled both arms entirely out, but the padded cups barely budged. "Okay, if this doesn't work I give up," she whispered to herself as she reached around behind her back and unhooked the back strap. She caught the cups as they fell away completely, quickly covering her nipples after they were briefly exposed! She pulled the bra more or less back in place, only held there by her hands! "Good thing I haven't uncovered the lens yet," she giggled, holding her bra loosely over her boobs with one arm as she reached for her phone to start the timer. She was eager to see if her viewers would turn out to have anywhere near the reaction she was feeling herself, knowing how close she was to being naked from her waist up! The tingling feeling she was enjoying now that she was one mouse click away from allowing herself to be seen in her current state was an unexpected pleasure; she paused to savor the anticipation. As Megan's finger hovered over her phone, she was surprised by something on her laptop's screen; new comments, continuing well beyond the most recent group, including one popping up on the screen as she watched! "Don't go!" was all the newest comment said. The sender had apparently noticed her hand hovering near the keyboard and hurried to try to head off her departure. Megan grasped what must have happened for fresh texts to still be coming in now; she must have left the lens cover open at the end of the most recent series. Which meant that her current chat partner had seen her trying various adjustments to her bra, including the brief flash of her nipples! "Ohhhh, you weren't meant to see anything past the point where I started messing around with my bra's straps, so it's way past time for me to skip you, sorry!" Megan replied. She had a look at the guy she was linked with to see how he took her announcement, and laughed when she saw him looking at the camera and putting his hands together as if he was praying to her. Besides his pleading on cam, she noticed his appearance. Somehow in her effort to tally all the comments received by her most recent look, without a blouse, she had missed really seeing her viewers. "Glad I messed up," she thought, "it would have been a shame to miss seeing this guy!" She looked him over and decided that harvesting her next series of comments could wait a few minutes, letting her enjoy a view of one of her viewers for a change, telling him, "okay, you've got 4 minutes." Though both Megan and her latest viewer had been inspired to extend their connection purely based on the other's appearance, once she relented and granted him a few more minutes of screen time with her he didn't act obsessed with her body, asking where she was based and what kind of work she did before getting around to asking what she was doing. She was glad to give him a quick summary of her little project, somehow managing to act as if having a conversation with a hunky stranger while barely covering her boobs was perfectly normal. When the extra 4 minutes she had given him were up, she overlooked the deadline to continue discussing her project, the craziest things they each had seen on the website, and various other topics. She learned that he was 36, single, a high school teacher, lived in Glasgow, Scotland, and was named William but went by Will. When she found out where he was from she turned up her computer's volume to enjoy his accent. She gave him most of her equivalent information, but held back on telling him the name of her town, still nervous about letting this stranger know too much about her even if he was already able to see too much of her! He was encouraged by her disregarding the limit she had set and turned the conversation to what she was and wasn't wearing, asking, "so, are you actually going to keep your bra in the sort of on, sort of off state it's in now, or is the plan to take it off entirely at some point?" "Truth is, I'm winging it here," she told him, "But I'm definitely not going topless while you sit there fully dressed. If you're willing to match me, then...maybe...probably!" She shivered a bit as soon as the words were out of her mouth, thinking, "holy shit, I just about promised to get half-naked for this guy!" "Deal!" he shouted, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere out of camera range. Megan stared blankly at the now shirtless stranger on her screen, but didn't give up what little cover her bra was still providing. She was stunned in part by what she saw; broad shoulders and the kind of ripped arms and torso you can only get with a lot of time at the gym. At least as much of her dazed expression came from the realization that it was time for her to be rid of her bra. She knew she could have just clicked him away, but didn't feel that would be fair, and besides, she wasn't ready to be done ogling him! Seeing her hesitation, Will offered a compromise, "Hey, if letting go of your bra is a bit too much, you could turn around before taking it off so I'm just seeing your bare back." "That would be easier," Megan thought, "and wouldn't show more than some swimsuits I've worn!" She could hardly believe she was now focusing on what way of getting topless for a distant stranger's pleasure was least bad, but was beginning to realize the pleasure being felt was not all his. "I guess I can do that," she said. Still carefully holding her bra cups in place, she stood up, turned around and slid her chair aside. A few seconds later she took a deep breath and pulled her bra completely off, holding it out to her right for a moment before letting it go. She clasped her hands together on top of her head and turned around enough to see her computer, willing to risk treating Will to an eyeful of sideboob to be able to see both his reaction and how she looked on the screen! Though she hadn't intended to show so much of the side of her breast, she was too pleased at the moment that her weight loss hadn't caused her boobs to lose much size to regret turning as far and showing as much as she had. "Will certainly isn't complaining," she thought as she turned her back to the camera and placed her hands on her hips. Megan called back to her laptop and her one man audience, asking "Well, we're even now that we're both naked from the waist up, right?" "Yes, but I have to tell you, once you stood up and stepped back from the table and I saw your legs and that cute skirt you're wearing, I wondered if you might be up for another exchange; my pants for your skirt, does that seem fair?" She had to admit, the next step as proposed by Will was fair, with both of them showing the other pretty much the same thing, but fairness wasn't the issue now. Megan asked herself, "Do I want to see more of Will badly enough to get out of my skirt with him watching?" Another question bubbled up in her consciousness, unexpected enough to make her shiver from head to toe; " Or is it that I want to show Will more of my body badly enough to get out of my skirt with him watching?" Feeling like she wished someone else could make the decision for her, Megan made the decision without admitting to herself that was what she was doing. With her left forearm covering her boobs as well as possible, she turned to face Will and asked him a question she already knew the answer to; "I didn't plan on being in anything like this position, so I'm honestly not sure. What do you think we should do?" "I'm sure you can guess what I'd like to see happen next without me having to say it!" "Maybe I just need to hear you say it," she replied in a soft voice, "it might be the bit of encouragement I need to keep going!" "Okay, no problem, "he replied, "I'd love to see the rest of those lovely legs, and whatever else your skirt is hiding. I say we both get down to our undies!" Megan had been so focused on whether or not to strip out of her skirt she hadn't thought much about what Will might be wearing. Turning to face him with each hand covering one boob, she smiled as she noticed a definite bulge in his grey sweatpants. "I'm not sure," she said, what are you wearing underneath those sweats?" "Boxer briefs!" Will replied, "how about you?" "Is there anything I could be wearing under my skirt which would make you change your mind," Megan asked, laughing. "Anything at all?" "No, I suppose not," Will said sheepishly, "so surprise me!" "Not nearly as much as I'm surprising myself," she thought as she turned away from Will just long enough to extend her left arm to cover most of her boobs, freeing up her right hand to get to work on unbuttoning the three buttons at her right hip. Turning back to face the camera as the second button popped free, she paused, pleasantly distracted by the sight of Will working the elastic cuffs of his sweats over his stocking clad feet. After a few seconds enjoying the sight of him in nothing but his tight white boxers she went back to work on unfastening the last button, fumbling with it a while before winning the battle. Once she had freed all three buttons she let go of the skirt and wiggled her ass for a few seconds, after which gravity was able to take over. In a second the skirt dropped to her feet; she lifted her left foot to step out of the pile of pleated black fabric, then kicked it away with her right foot. Without being asked, she did a slow spin to let Will see everything her skirt had been covering. "Wow, just wow! Is that a thong or a G-string?" "The tag on it in the store said it's a thong, but it might have been mislabeled," Megan replied, blushing but also smiling. "Judging by how tight your boxers are looking, I assume whatever they are you're satisfied with our skirt for pants trade?" Before the question was out of her mouth she was kicking herself for even mentioning the idea of trading removal of garments, sure that Will would take it as a sign he should ask her to slip her thong off. She had been trying to ignore the fact that the game the two of them had been playing had only one logical outcome: now that each was down to one item of clothing, it was clear that unless one of them quit playing both of them would soon be nude! "Now that you mention it, they do feel a bit more snug than I like," he said, "Do you mind if I take them off?" "Um, no, no problem," she answered. She felt dizzy as she waited for his inevitable request for her to reciprocate by getting out of her thong. She asked herself, "How did I go from letting a little bit of my bra show to being on the verge of stripping completely naked for some random guy?" She stopped thinking about anything but the image on her laptop's screen as Will stood up from his chair and began to slide his boxers down. Her jaw dropped when he stepped closer to his camera as his dick popped free and stood straight out. Without being aware she was doing it, Megan's hands switched from covering her boobs to squeezing them; the middle finger of each hand flicking a nipple. She wondered why Will hadn't asked her to take off her thong; when she saw him stroking his erection she stopped waiting for his request. She heard Will mumble, "Fuck it, why not?" Never looking away from the action on her laptop's screen, she took her hands away from her boobs and hooked her thumbs into her thong's waistband, quickly pulling it down below her ass. She heard Will plead, "keep going, show me your pussy!" She stepped closer to her cam, adjusting it to be sure she would be showing Will what they both wanted him to see, then continued sliding the thong down, more slowly now. Once the thong was halfway down her thighs and not in the way anymore she let it go, freeing her right hand to go back to squeezing and tugging on her nipples, while her left hand went straight to her pussy. She traced its outer edges a few times, grazing her clit as she went, then began exploring her slick inner lips. Megan watched Will jerking off on her screen as he watched her on his screen; she moaned as she plunged two fingers deep inside herself, feeling her arousal building in a way she hadn't experienced since well before her divorce. Will pumped his dick furiously as he saw her knees buckle and heard her cry out; watching her quivering as she was overcome by her orgasm brought him to the brink of coming himself. "What the fuck, Dave" Megan heard a new voice shouting from somewhere at Will's side of the connection, "You said you were going downstairs to catch up on some work before going in to the office, not wanking to some slut online!" Will's reaction to being caught jerking off with Megan didn't do anything to calm his wife; Megan emerged from the pleasant post-orgasm fog she'd been in since coming just in time to see his dick spurting three solid streams of semen, one of which apparently hit the lens of his camera. "Hi," Megan said, "This is Will's, or I guess actually Dave's slut speaking. I just want you to know I'd never have done any of this if he hadn't told me he was single. So long, and good luck!" Not wanting any further part of what was likely to be an unpleasant conversation, Megan closed her laptop. She put on her skirt and blouse, thinking that making and eating dinner in the nude would be really strange. Once she'd had her much delayed dinner and a celebratory glass of Merlot, she went back to her office to pick up the rest of her outfit. She flipped her laptop open to shut it down, and noticed the website was still open. Dave or his wife had broken the connection and the automatic cycling through miscellaneous stranger's cams had hung up on a view of someone's back yard. She was on the verge of closing the browser when the the blinking "start new chat" button caught her eye. She smiled as she sat down in front of the cam, thinking, "Why not?"

More and More by Candy16/Executionus STORY ONE PART 1 I’ve always been a really shy girl, my face usually turning red whenever someone looked at me even in my bikini! Things were about to get REALLY bad one day, though, where I would be embarrassed more and more as the day went on…. It all began when I was 16 with my 2 girl friends Mel and Katie and we were out swimming in the lake in our secret spot. Mel is an Aussie girl with a deep tan (Without any visible tan lines too), brunette hair, and a sporty body. Katie is more like me, a little southern belle type with strawberry blonde hair, although hers is alot lighter than mine, and a thin body. Both of them are taller and have larger chests than I do, but my little 28Bs fit my petite body kinda, being only 4’11” and only 98 pounds, and I’d probably look as silly as alot of fakey porn stars if mine were really big. On this day, when I jumped into the water from our tire swing the last time, my bikini shot up my chest as I hit the water, causing me to scream and frantically cover myself and move it back into place before they could see my breasts. This was my fatal mistake, as Mel and Katie have always teased me about my shyness, especially about my body, where those two are both the type to go around the house topless if there’s only us girls around, Mel sunbathing nude, and Katie wearing much more revealing clothes. They both started teasing me about my freakout, saying things like “What’s wrong, you psycho? Aint no boys around!” To which I replied “I don’t care, I don’t want ANYONE to see me naked. That’s too embarrassing!” My 2 friends snickered to each other for a second while I wasn’t paying attention, and then they decided to pounce on me without warning! Mel being alot stronger than me had my arms behind my back, and even me kicking did nothing while still in water. Katie then said “Hold her there, lemme get my ‘cuffs!” I started to freak out, since I knew Katie kept a pair of handcuffs in her car hanging from her mirror to look kinky, and I knew that I was in trouble. “Wait, stop!” I yelled, but in only a minute I was handcuffed behind my back and totally at their mercy. Katie then looked at me very evilly while touching the strings of my top and said (I’ll never forget it) “We’re getting you over your little shyness whether you like it or not.” She then started untieing me and I started freaking out and thrashing, begging and pleading her not to do it. “NO! Katie NOOOOO, please don’t, please, let me go!!” I yelled, but it was no use as she pulled my top right off! I will always remember the way my nipples looked the moment they were exposed in the air above the water, and the looks on the faces of my 2 friends as they stared at them for the first time, looking almost as lustful as most boys. It was killing me to see my own breasts out in the open air and my arms helpless behind my back, no matter how hard I tried to wriggle free. In fact, my struggling to get free of the cuff was just making my breasts shake more, and Mel wasn’t letting me submerge under the water. Katie then yanked my bottoms down in one instant before I was even ready for it, and now the only thing covering my most secret and private area was the dark water, and I knew that wasn’t going to save me for long. Mel then said “Let’s get her on the shore so we can see her little pussy.” and started dragging me. At this point I’m losing my mind! I start offering them a deal “Wait wait, I’ll let you two see but not here, not outside where someone else might see me, PLEASE!!” They both thought about it for a second or two, before looking at each other and giggling. “Look how nervous she is”, “she’s freakin’ shaking and there’s no way anybody’s here”, “and the trees block everything even.” I thought they might be showing some mercy, until Mel said “Let’s do it anyway!” and Katie goes “Ok” My friends carried me all the way to shore, with my hands failing to really cover my little round butt as it cleared the surface. This whole time I’m trying to curl up with me holding my legs together tightly to try and stop my last unseen area on my tiny virgin body from being exposed to them and anyone else who might be secretly watching from behind the trees. Unfortunately, with my hands cuffed behind me, all they had to do was put me down, pull my bottoms fully off of my legs, each grab a leg, and pull them apart to make me now in full spread eagle mode, totally naked from head to toe. Even worse, I’m a huge hygiene nut, so…I’ve shaved myself…down there…since I was 12, so my entire pussy in all of its glory was right there and impossible to not see, or for me to cover in any way. My two friends are giggling like idiots at me and my situation as I stop moving and wait for them to tire of it and let me go. Eventually they release my legs, but with my hand still cuffed all I can do to cover up is to pull my knees in front of my chest and cross my legs. I looked around and thought to myself that at least nobody ELSE could see me like this. Mel, then said to me “Candy hunny, with how hot you are you don’t have to be such a scaredy-cat about nudity. Back in Australia women going topless if they were hot was almost as common as men going topless here.” To which I replied “I’m not like those women, though. I don’t LIKE being naked or even topless around people. Can you guys PLEASE uncuff my arms and give me my bikini back now!” my voice obviously filled with terror, added to me constantly looking at the trees and across the lake itself to make sure nobody was there. Katie then said to Mel “Ya know, I’ve got a GREAT idea for something we can do with her while we’ve got her trapped and in my kinky-cuffs naked and all. We should call Ross over!” I then clearly screamed out in terror “WHAT!?!?” PART 2 Here I was, handcuffed naked sitting on the coast of the lake, trying to cover what little I can of my naked body using my legs, and my two friends were talking about calling a BOY over to see me! It was unbelievable enough just having two girls see me like this, but a boy was going way way too far. Especially Ross, since I’ve been friends with him since I was a kid and could never look at him again if he knew what I looked like naked…. “Wait wait wait,” I pleaded, “That’s going WAY too far! You can’t let a BOY see me NAKED! Please you guys, you wouldn’t want him to see you naked either.” Katie then assured me “Oh don’t worry, I wasn’t going to do anything THAT mean, but…I still want to have some fun, and Ross would totally love my little idea. Mel, grab Candy’s towel over there and the cuff key will you?” As Mel went to get my towel, a sudden shiver of relief hit me since I was going to finally be covered up again. I still got horribly nervous when Katie used her cell phone to call over Ross, especially with how she kept teasing him (and me) with how she had a big “surprise” that he “had to see”. Once Mel returned, Katie told her to help pick me up and cuff me to one of the trees here. “WHAT?!?” I scream, as they lift me into the air, hands all over my still-naked body (which was unnerving in itself). I was made to stand up facing away from the tree as my hands were uncuffed and then recuffed behind the tree, over one of the branches. In this position, I was unable to move much at all, even up or down, without putting a ton of painful force on my wrists and shoulders, and this meant that I could do absolutely nothing to cover up any part of my body what-so-ever. “No damn it, noooo!” I whined, “Please stop this, let me go! At least let me put on my bikini or something!!!” Katie then grinned and said “Nope, no bikini for you.” To which I just broke down and offered a desperate deal “At least the bottoms, give me at least my bottoms back! I don’t want a boy seeing my pussy like this….” Katie then had pity on me and finally picked the towel up and wrapped it around me, covering me from a few inches above my chest and a few below where my legs meet. “Silly girl, I told you I wasn’t going to be THAT mean to you, but…I still want to see what happens when Ross gets here and we tell him that you’re completely naked under this towel. Both of your reactions are going to be priceless!” I was suddenly in a mix of emotions. On the one hand, I was eternally grateful to have this towel on finally and not being naked out here anymore. On the other hand, having a boy see me wearing only a little bitty towel scared the crap out of me too, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it and dreading it. I mean, what if the wind blew and something showed? What if the whole towel fell off???? I wouldn’t even be able to catch it or stop it from going down! I wouldn’t even be able to hide any part of my boobs or my little shaven slit from him. While I was dreading him showing up, I heard his car pull up, and knew it was too late for me to escape. I decided that I’d better just not move or shake at all to make sure nothing fell, but my nerves were making me shake like crazy and I couldn’t help it. My heart jumped a mile once he walked through the wall of trees out into the clearing by the shore and we could see each other. Ross was a normal-enough boy, not too much bigger than Mel, wearing just his swim trunks for the lake (which only added to his usual hotness), and he has short black hair, light abs, and piercing blue eyes…eyes that were right now staring RIGHT AT ME! “Um…why is Candy tied to a tree?” Ros asked. Mel and Katie started giggling like idiots again, until Katie walked up to Ross and said (in a hugely seductive voice even) “Candy IS handcuffed to that tree all right, but you know what ELSE Candy is? Completely…naked…under her towel.” My face turned redder than my hair, I could feel it, and when Ross looked back at me to try and see if he could see any indication of her lying or telling the truth, his face was just as red. Ross looked at Mel and Katie “Wait, really?”, “Yep!” they both answered like twins. “Candy?” he asked me, and I just lowered my head and sorta-whispered “…well..yes.” And then I continued “Those two jerks think this is a big funny prank.” Ross then chuckled and said “Well, at least it’s a hot prank.” This whole time Mel and Katie are laughing their asses off, Katie even managed to trip and fall without missing a beat. The wind started blowing all of the sudden, making me super self-conscious of every inch that the towel moved, praying that nothing was going to show. Mel then decided to mess with us some more, “Jerks? Hey you, we didn’t HAVE to give you that towel you know. If I was being a jerk, I’d totally walk over there and rip it off of you right now.” To this I start freaking out worse than ever today “Oh my God, no, no no! I’m sorry Mel, you know I love you, don’t do that to me, PLEASE!” Mel, seeing the crazy look in Ross’s big eyes, decided to start messing with him too now. “Yeah, and without that towel Ross here would be able to see just how pink, round, and perky your cute little nipples are.” Having her tell Ross about the exact COLOR and SHAPE of my nipples was almost as embarrassing as if he could actually see them, so I just go silent and try to lower my face. Ross clearly skipped a breath when Mel said that, so Katie decided to join in with her seductive voice again “And…you’d be able to see how soft and smooth her little pussy is, completely shaven and hot!” I’m just standing here thinking “Oh my God” as my blushing has turned my whole body pinkish now. Ross looks like he’s in shock but is also as embarrassed as I am to have the girls making him horny like that. Mel then walks over by me, putting her hands on my shoulders to make me even more nervous, and starts taunting us by saying “Oh God, talking about Candy’s hot little virginly body is making me want to just-” her hands move suddenly to grab the top of the towel “-tear this towel off!!” I scream at the top of my lungs as she scares the crap out of me by doing that. Me screaming gets her to let go, my nudity still covered (at least for the moment), and the girls start their crazed laughter again. Katie starts whispering to Ross now, and from the little bits I hear, she’s teasing him about how badly he wants to see me naked having known me our whole lives. “I’ll bet that you’d rather see Candy here naked than ANYONE else in the whole world, don’t ya Rossy-boy? Well, today you have your chance.” Mel walks over and starts daring Ross to do it, saying “Go on, you know you want to take off her towel. We won’t stop you….” Katie then ups the temptation another level, saying “Here, Mel and I will walk back behind the trees and up the hill abit, leaving you two alone for awhile, and you can do WHATEVER you want with her and we’ll never know.” With that, the two girls sprint up, giggling at Ross’s moral dilemma and my embarrassment. The girls seemed sure that Ross wouldn’t actually do anything, but I was worried that they might be wrong! Ross was staring at me in such a way that I knew he agreed with everything they said, he WOULD do almost anything to see me naked…maybe even strip me right here and now! The look on his face tells me just how badly he’s tempted, as I plead “Oh please no, Ross, don’t you dare.” It’s at this moment, when the two of us are alone, and none of the girls can help me, that I feel my towel start to move a little out of place. The shaking has made it get too loose, it won’t stay up on its own much longer, and my best boy friend is staring RIGHT AT MY ALMOST NAKED BODY, just seconds away from the worst possible outcome!!! What was I to do? PART 3 Once the girls were gone from our sight, I start to notice that my towel is moving slightly out of place. When I look down at it, I see that when Mel grabbed it and shook it earlier, she accidentally loosened the hooked part, which is now only holding on by the wetness of my skin and about to come loose any second! I start to panic as I feel the towel inching it’s way down, about to leave me naked in front of a boy for the first time since the doctor birthed me! I scream out as loud as I can “HEY! Help me, my towel is falling off!! HURRY!!” Ross stands stunned for a second so I plead again “Please Ross! Don’t let this happen to me, help me!” Ross finally rushes over to save me from my embarrassment, but as he starts heading towards me the towel comes undone and starts dragging down my body! The towel unfolds around as it slips down, exposing my right breast as I start to lose it and scream. The towel slips down and now my left breast is uncovered too, and then my belly as the towel falls off of me. Ross jumps and catches the towel at my waist, preventing my final and most private reveling, but now I’m completely topless in front of him! Ross looks right at my breasts, exposed fully, still kinda wet, very perky from all of the excitement, and his jaw just drops. He’s frozen in place as I start begging him “Oh my God, please, hurry up and put the towel back on me!” As he starts to move his hands, another fear hits me and I stop him suddenly and cry out “Hey! Please Ross, I’m begging you, keep my pussy covered ok? Be really careful moving your hands.” I could see Ross trying to look over, under, and around the small part of the towel corner still covering my pussy trying to peek at me, even though he was trying to hide it from me. I felt so guilty, but I couldn’t stop thinking about my nudity and freaking out about it. As Ross started slowly sliding the towel up and back around me, his fingers dragging on my naked legs makes me start to shake, and not just out of fear either. As his hand passes my naked butt, I jump, which makes his hand holding the corner still covering me move. I look down and see that it’s not quite showing yet, but if I didn’t shave he’d be seeing most of my hair by now! He moves his hand back up and whimpers a shy little “Sorry”, to which I say “It’s ok, I’m just really, REALLY embarrassed and nervous and shy and…please hurry!” At this point, Mel and Katie walk back into view and see me nearly naked with Ross right in front of me and touching me, and Mel yells out “Holy sh*t, Ross actually stripped her!” Ross then tries meekly to defend himself “I did not, honest, the towel just fell on its own!” Mel and Katie run over and grab my towel, very quickly lifting it back up and around me. I give a huge sigh of relief as my naked body is covered up again, until Mel started teasing Ross. “So…what did you think of Candy’s hot little naked body, huh?” Ross looked like a deer in headlights as he answered “I didn’t mean to see you, Candy, but…wow you’re hot. You have the sexiest boobs I’ve ever seen, seriously.” Katie then got all fake-indignant and asked “Oh what, just the boobs? Her pussy and ass weren’t good enough for ya?” Ross quickly responded “Well I didn’t get to see her, uh, lower half because I caught the towel midway, honest, but I’m sure they’re hot too” This whole time I am turning more red than ever, if that was possible, as a hot boy is actually talking about how much he liked my body. Katie then smiled VERY evilly, which made me rightfully nervous, and said “Oh, they’re hot, REALLY hot, trust us. Candy, we really shouldn’t be so mean to your loyal fan by keeping the rest of you hidden when he’s already seen so much. Whaddaya say we just drop the towel and let him see how sexy you REALLY are?” I’m almost too shocked by the situation to argue, but I manage to get out a “No, please no, ANYTHING but that! If you let me keep at least my pussy covered, I’ll give you guys whatever you want in the whole wide world, I promise!!!!” Mel and Katie then walked up on either side of me, each grabbing a thigh and separating them a tiny bit, with Ross just 3 feet in front of me, and me shaking and trying desperately but in vain to escape my coming doom. Mel whispers into my ear “But, Candy, what if your pussy IS the thing we all want most?” Without waiting for an answer, she whips the towel completely off of me leaving me completely naked from head to toe IN FRONT OF A BOY!! I start screaming and trying to raise one leg to block at least my tiny virgin pussy, but it’s no use and Ross can clearly see every inch of my naked body. My cleavage, both whole breasts, both of my private and pink nipples, all visible, and the worst thing imaginable: My clit, slit, and the rest of my shaved pussy is as clear as day to all of them. Mel, deciding that there wasn’t enough exposure somehow, reaches to my inner thigh and pulls them apart, actually spreading open my pussy lips so that all three, including the boy, can see right INSIDE OF ME!!! My whole body felt like collapsing from embarrassment. Katie then asks Ross “See? Isn’t that the hottest little vagina you’ve ever seen?” Ross answered instantly “Yes! Wow yes. I know you’re embarrassed, Candy, but…wow. You have nothing at all to be shy of.” Mel then very obviously laid two of her fingers on Ross’s swimtrunks, which brought to my attention just how HUGE his bulge had gotten. Seeing this made me shiver from head to toe, thinking about how…it was ME that made him get that hard, nobody else. Also, watching Mel make Ross jump by touching his bulge got me very excited, mixed with how uncontrollably hot everything that’s happening has been. Mel giggles and points at Ross “Oh yeah, we can tell that you like seeing our little Candy all right. Maybe you should ‘show her’ your appreciation for her body.” It was now Ross’s turn to be shy, with the two evil girls swarming on him. Me knowing just how far they were capable of going, I couldn’t help but stare at Ross’s hot and barely-covered body unblinkingly, hoping against hope that I might not be the only one seen naked today…. Ross was preparing to defend himself with his arms, when Katie had an idea “Hey now, no need to be shy around us girls. Besides…if you lose those shorts in the next 10 seconds, we’ll let you TOUCH little Candy…anywhere.” Mel joins in with the alternative “And if you don’t, then we’re just going to cover her up again. Choose quickly!” Ross looks right at me, and both of us are trying very hard to decide which option we like better. Once Katie starts counting down, though, Ross gives in “Fine, ok fine.” and puts his fingers in the sides of his swimtrunks. At this point I am over here on the tree breathing heavily, as I am about to see my first naked man in person, and it’s ROSS of all people, which makes it 100x better! He starts lowering them down, and I just gasp and hold my breath. Finally he pushes them down below his dick, and it springs free very hard and solid, at which point I release my breath (making an embarrassing light moan too). The other girls are also fanatically staring at him, as he steps out of his shorts just as naked as I am. Ross walks over to me and gently places 2 fingers on my chest, making me shiver. He starts quickly-but-lightly dragging them over me, almost innocently touching my breasts, nipples, tummy, thighs, and grazing across my pussy. His touch is sending my body over the deep end sexually, as I start to wonder if I’m going to just lose it and cum without warning while he’s just feeling around me! The evil bastard starts using both hands now, touching me all over, and he keeps accidentally grazing me with his dick exciting me further. My body gets even MORE excited when suddenly he concentrates his fingers on my pussy, rubbing it in gentle circles. To get a better leverage (and probably to peek at my ass) he walks behind me and drapes his arm around my side, still rubbing my throbbing pussy. While I’m lost to the world in the mood, just a few short seconds away from possibly the greatest orgasm in the history of ever, the four of us are startled by a loud noise from behind the trees. Then I notice several voices, BOY VOICES! A group of younger teen boys are trying to get to the swimming area where we are. I scream to Ross “Oh my God, help me!” right as they start coming into view. Ross only has enough time to cover my private areas with his hands and arms, one high and one low, before the boys could see anything of me. While Ross saves me from even more exposure (for now), the boys have no trouble recognizing my situation, as one of them even yells out “Holy cow, there’s a naked girl here!” I whimper to Ross “Please please don’t move your hands” I looked to my friends. They wouldn’t really expose me on purpose…and to a whole bunch of boys…would they??? PART 4 My nudity dilemma just gets filled with more and more surprises by the minute. I’m handcuffed to a tree, arms behind my back, completely naked from head to toe, with my body covered by the hands and arms of an equally-naked boy standing behind me. As shocking, exciting, and nerve-wrecking as his touch is, if he moves his hands for even a second, then this new group of younger teen boys will ALL be able to see me naked and there isn’t a thing in the world I could do about it, so I beg for him to keep his hands on me no matter what. Meanwhile, just looking at Mel and Katie tells me that they’re planning to mess with me even more. “Make them go away!” I yell to them, but Mel responds “Hold up a second, they just want to look.” I plead desperately “I don’t WANT them to look! This is going way too far, get them out of here now, please Mel! Katie, do something.” Katie walks over towards me and answers (again with her special seductive voice) “Oh, I’ll do something all right” before she suddenly starts licking and kissing my neck. I gasp and sorta moan out “What are you doing??” to which Katie responds “I saw how horny you were a second ago, so I’m ‘helping’ you.” Katie’s hands start rubbing my sides while her mouth works my neck, and even though I never knew I was into women at all, this action was bringing me right back to the sensitivity level I was just at from Ross’s body and touch, and him holding me too just made it even stronger. Katie then said to Ross “Go on, you can have that side of her neck. Can’t you see? The reason little ol’ Candy has always been shy about her body is because being naked like this in front of people turns her on so strongly.” Ross and Katie start sandwiching my neck with their kisses and tongues, and when I can force my eyes open over the extacy feeling, I can see all of the boys staring at me and watching the show. I try to deny to Katie that she was right about me, but even just THINKING about my situation made my legs shiver, and every single time I glanced at the horny boys or looked at the hands barely covering my body from their stare made me more and more horny. I couldn’t believe it, but being trapped naked and almost-exposed like this in front of the crowd of increasingly-horny boys was doing even more to me than Katie and Ross playing with me. By now, Mel had walked over, and told Ross “Move this arm, I’ve got her breasts.” Before I could even protest, Ross’s upper arm moved to my hip and Mel’s hands were holding and covering my breasts. Mel leaned forward and started licking me up and down my cleavage, which was 10x more sensitive than I ever expected it to be, making me shake and moan a little. Ross resumes moving his fingers covering my pussy in circles, making my hips start to move with him. I’m nervous out of my mind that his hand moving might expose something, and that’s just adding to my excitement at this point. One of the boys yells out “Hey, let us see something!” I try to yell “No!”, but my breath is gone so I just sorta moan it out. Mel, however, answers “Well Candy, you have so many fans, we should at least give them a peek” As she suddenly moves her hands off of my breasts for a second, before grabbing them again, which flashed my nipples to all of the gasping boys watching me. “MEL!!!” I scream, but Mel simply responds “Oh hush” before she puts her mouth on my left breast, moving her hand off of it, and then starts licking my VERY sensitive nipple. Mel’s other hand starts squeezing my right boob rhythmically, while Katie starts grabbing and rubbing my ass as well as her licking of my neck and shoulder. Mel then decides to switch boobs on me, but to do this she uncovers both of them and takes her time grabbing my left boob with her hand and putting her mouth on my right nipple. I’m so embarrassed to be here like this, naked, being sexually played with by my 3 closest friends, in front of an audience of boys I’ve never seen before in my life, and yet it’s also the single hottest experience of my life and I start hoping that it’ll never end. Mel moves suddenly again, now licking down on the inside of my right thigh with her hands at my sides, leaving my breasts and nipples fully and completely exposed, this time without covering them again! I look at all of the boys staring at my chest and start to tremble uncontrollably. Katie decides to make things even worse, by telling Ross to follow her lead. She then whispers loudly in my ear “Oh Candy darling, I’m going to make Rossie here move his hand and show everyone your lil’ pussy!” I react “NO! Anything but that, please you guys! Ross, please don’t move your hand!!” Katie then finishes her plot “Well then, you have ONE way you can leave here without every boy in this area seeing your pussy for as long as they’d like: You have to cum for us! I’m going to count down from 10, and if I hit 0 before you cum, Ross is moving his hand.” I look in terror at Ross, and the look on his face told me that he was really going to do it to me. Katie began counting: “10!” My knees shook in fear, knowing what was in store for me. “9” I gasp, close my eyes, and focus entirely on all of the attention on my body. “8” I think about Ross’s manly hand rubbing my pussy, and how it would kill me if it moved. “7” Both out of embarrassment, and frustration and need to cum. “6” I open my eyes, looking at the boys staring at my nudity. “5” My mouth hangs open moaning loudly. “4” I feel myself getting close, but is there enough time?” “3” Running out of time!!! “2” ALMOST THERE!!! “1” I scream out very loudly in extacy as my orgasm hits me harder than anything I’ve ever felt before! My body starts to thrash around as Ross’s hand grabs onto my pussy, keeping it covered and holding me ever-so-hotly as I squirm around. After a few seconds I try to catch my breath, looking around at all of the horny faces staring at me. As I come down from my high, I’m reminded just how naked I am and how close I am to having my pussy exposed, as I look to my friends as I beg “Ok, can you guys please put a towel around me now already?” For once today I got my wish, as Katie wrapped a towel around me and kept true to her word of not letting the boys see my little shaved virgin pussy. As I look over, I watch as Ross loses control and strokes himself to an orgasm as well, and watching just how much my body affected him (and how quickly he went) makes my body shiver with delight. As Mel chases off the boys, making them promise to not tell anyone what they saw or she’d hurt them, and Katie uncuffed me, my mind finally wrapped itself around the idea that my crazy day was over at last. Although now, I couldn’t stop thinking about wanting to have the three of them touch me naked like that again. …Also, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I was going to get revenge on Mel and Katie! PART 5 (2nd Story) Hello, my name is Candy, and I'm 16, very short and petite, with bright red hair. A few months ago I was exposed and embarrassed more and more as the day went on by my 2 best friends, eventually ending with one boy, Ross, seeing me 100% naked AND rubbing me basically everywhere, a group of younger boys seeing me 95% naked, and all of them watching me orgasm from Ross's hand, which was the only thing covering my bare pussy (and bare-ly at that). Before that day nobody had seen me naked since I was a toddler, and now I get teased by my friends, the tall and sporty Aussie girl Mel and the ever-horny southern strawberry-blonde Katie, nearly every day about it. On top of that, every time I see Ross nowadays he's looking at me way differently and making me blush hardcore. Because of all of this, I wanted to get revenge on Mel and Katie so badly that it was all I could think about for days! So one day Katie is hosting a huge party at her house, which is pretty big and even has a pool, and there's at least 30 people there (20 of them boys), and I knew that this was the perfect chance to get those two back. I told Ross my plan and he was totally game for it, since I'm sure he wanted to see their boobs and badly as I wanted to bare them, and I would need his help. Ross and I were walking alongside the pool talking with those two holding onto the side. When I gave the signal word, "Pizza", Ross and I simultaneously reached down and ripped the bikini top off the girl in front of us (Mel and Katie respectively), lifted it over her head, and held it up. Both girls screamed, "What the hell are you doing?". I even twirled my stolen top a little bit to show off. I teased the girls by saying "Payback is mine, and you can't have your tops back until you both get out of the pool and show everyone your boobs!" This got a bit of a cheer and a laugh from many watching, but Mel and Katie just held their tits in their hands and relatively calmly exited the pool and walked back into the house. I was having the time of my life, and I was glad to get them back, even if they never showed anything, it was the humiliation that I was after most. Unfortunately, this night wasn't over yet.... The girls put their bras and shirts back on, and were laughing about the prank with me. After about a half hour we head to Katie's room since they told me that they needed my help finding her phone. Once we were in the room, Katie shut the door and Mel pounced me, grabbing my wrists and practically bodyslamming me onto the bed. "Funny funny, huh? Well, we can't just sit back and let you get away with a stunt like that, now can we?" To this I replied "Hey, I was just getting you guys back, we're even now!" Katie started going through her pile of stuff and grabbed some thin red rope while saying "Yeah, and now it's our turn. Hold her still!" I was struggling as hard as I could, but Mel is almost a foot taller than me and way stronger, so I was getting nowhere. Katie wrapped the rope behind the bed's headboard, then Mel pulled my arms as far apart as they could go. Katie then tied both of my wrists with opposite ends of the rope. By the time she was done, I couldn't move my arms at all because pulling on one end just pulled on my other arm harder. Once my arms were secure, Mel reached behind my back and started untying my top! I started getting really nervous and pleading "Hey wait, I didn't tie your arms or anything, you guys could still cover up. This isn't fair!" The girls just laughed as the back of my top was untied, and Mel took the strings of it and laid them out across the bed. My top was still on (for now), but even a good wind or something would knock it off of me. "Please guys, I don't want anyone to see me naked again! STOP!" Then I looked over at Katie and screamed when I saw that she had fished out her digital camera. "NOOOO! Not a camera, that's going WAY too far! Stop this, please." Katie smiled and said "Oh don't worry, we're not going to send the pictures to anyone or anything, although it would be freakin' funny to watch your face if I put you on the internet" With that comment I froze, and Katie took her first picture of me. I looked around nervously and made sure that nothing was showing, but then Mel tugged at my bikini a little to move it over to the side. Now it was only like a half an inch away from showing part of my nipples, and Katie took another picture. "Guys STOP!! NO MORE!!" When Mel reached to tug my bikini again, I started struggling against my ropes like mad, desperately hoping to get free before...my breasts came into view. With my bikini still on me, but off to the side of where I wanted it, I could see my own nipples and I watched as Katie aimed the shot. "Katie please, don't." I heard the click of the camera, and a cold shiver went through me as I knew that there was now a topless picture of me. Next the top was taken off, and Katie got two more shots. Mel teased me "I'll bet you're getting all horny again like last time, aren't you darling?" I quickly yelled "No!", but in truth I was and they both knew it. Next Mel began untying my bottoms as I started kicking around "HEY!! Guys, that's going too far, please don't take pictures of my PUSSY!!!" Those two were loving my reactions, and Mel teased me saying "I'm just untying the strings, but if you keep kicking you're going to lose it and give us a show. If you can keep them from falling off, then we won't touch them." The game was on, and I immediately laid my legs together tightly and held them still as my strings were untied and the back was pulled out. My bottoms were now laying on top of my privates and nothing more. Katie took her next picture, and before my heart could even get done sinking Mel started tickling my side chest. I fought it, but quickly started laughing and fidgeting around. Katie took more pictures as I struggled so hard to keep my bottoms on me, but one accidental jerk sent them sliding down between my legs. I screamed again and desperately crossed my legs and pulled them up, trying my best to hide everything. Katie took another couple of pictures, and I couldn't even tell if any of my shaved and bare pussy was showing in them. Then things got worse as Mel laughed "Oh no, you LOSE!" as she grabbed my right ankle. Katie then grabbed my left ankle, and they started pulling my legs apart. I wasn't nearly strong enough to fight them, and now my legs were spread wide open and my pussy was showing (in complete detail by this point too). I was so embarrassed, nervous, and sexually excited that I could feel my pussy throbbing as they looked at it, especially when Katie aimed the camera again. "No don't!" I begged. *Snap* I heard the sound of the camera taking a picture and the rush of it made me start trembling and, while my friends held my legs apart and Katie snapped more pictures, I thrashed around and had a very explosive orgasm! Mel yelled "Oh my God! She actually freakin' came!" Katie was clearly very turned on now, to the point of being as obvious as my nakedness now, and she said to Mel "Hey girl...let's have some more fun with her before we let her go!" PART 6 Here I lie, freaking NAKED head to toe, arms tied to the bed, and I think I may have even just had an orgasm from my own exposure. My friends Katie and Mel are staring, lust in their eyes, and totally thinking of more ways to embarrass me. I beg them one more time "Please guys, you've had your fun. Untie me before somebody else tries to walk in here!" Katie giggled at my comment, then turned towards Mel and said "See? That was my idea." Mel was lost, only responding with "Huh?" Katie then elaborated "What do you think Candy would do if one of us went back out to the party and auctioned off the chance to 'walk in here'?, Hehehe" "NO DON'T!" I screamed. Mel lit up "Oh God, I bet we could get a ton of money that way." Katie agreed "Yep! Plus, it could help Candy to stop being so shy all the time." Mel then added "Let's tie her legs open too, so that it's alllll on display, hehe" I tried to resist, but very quickly my legs were tied wide apart just like my arms were. I was helpless in an X shape, with my bare little pussy facing the door that could open at any moment. I start pleading with them not to do this, but I'm being completely ignored by their conversation with each other. Mel asked "So who goes out to auction and who stays here with her?" Katie smiled brightly and declared "You auction, I'll stay. Don't tell anyone who is in here, just tell them it's a naked girl. I have an idea of something to do with her that should be awesome." "Ok" And with that, Mel snuck out of Katie's bedroom and back into the main party area, leaving me alone with the evil look on Katie's face. She reaches underneath her shirt, and pulls off her bra, showing it to me. "...What are you gonna do?" I ask. Katie answered in a seductive voice "Something I've been wanting to do for a very long time" as she crawled up onto the bed and over me. Before my brain could even react, her lips silenced me with a very intense kiss. I felt a tingle from it, more than I ever expected from my first girl kiss. As she broke the kiss I asked "Katie, what was that?" as my face grew red again. She looked me in the eyes and asked me "Candy dear, have you ever thought of me in a naughty way before?" I quickly responded "No. You're my friend. And a girl" Katie giggled and said "Well I've had a thought or two about you over the years, cuteness, and now I have you tied up naked in my bed." As she said this to me, her right hand was rubbing my upper thigh suggestively. I never knew Katie had the hots for me until now, and as completely crazy as this whole experience was, I couldn't deny that she was a very sexy girl herself. Katie then declared her intentions "So, little miss naked naughtiness in my bed, I want to have a little fun before Mel gets back. If you say no, then I'll understand and leave you here. But if you say yes, not only will it be lots of fun...I might just cover you up before the auction winner opens the door." What a bombshell! One of my best friends just basically asked me for sex. I didn't even know what to say, so I stared in silence until Katie leaned down and kissed my cleavage. She asked again "Yes or no, girl. We have to be quick or else we'll get caught in the act..." I didn't know what to say, but somehow my hormones caused my mouth to utter "ok" without me telling it to. Not giving me any chance to change my mind, the hand on my thigh moved quickly to my clit and in mere moments I was trembling. A few seconds of that went on before I watched her pull off her swim bottoms with her other hand. I couldn't see her parts with her lying on me, but now all she had on was her t-shirt. I could hear Mel in the house asking the boys for money to see a naked girl, and shivered knowing that she was talking about me. Part of me was still trying to escape, but another part was enjoying Katie's touch. While her right hand continued to make my womanhood squirm, her left hand lifted the hem of her shirt upwards slowly until her boobs fell right out. "Do you like my body, Candy?" she asked me, with a hint of nervousness in her voice. I meekly nodded and answered "..yes." "I like your body too. And I've always wondered if you live up to your name" Confused, I asked "What?" Katie's face went red as she clarified: "I want to know if you taste like candy" Katie turned around on top of me until I was staring right at her naked pussy over my head, and my naked pussy was right under her face. "Oh my God!" I thought. She wasn't really going to do this was she? I felt her hands spread my lips apart and her face lower close to me. Her pussy was only a few inches above my face, and seeing it did turn me on even more than I had expected. Suddenly I felt her tongue on my lower lips, sending a shiver that caused a high-pitched gasp. She kept going, and now I was in heaven. She was very good at this, far too good for this to be her first time. Her pussy was wet and lowered onto me, and lost in the moment I started to lick it back. Now it was Katie's turn to shiver! I couldn't believe that I was lying here 69ing one of my best friends, but it felt too good to stop. As we licked, I heard the voices outside getting louder as the group of boys and Mel walked closer to the bedroom door. Mel loudly declared "I have $20 from Jimmy, can any of you beat that? This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to see a fully naked girl, and it's a girl from our school I promise." I started to panic now, stopping what I was doing to instead whisper into my friend's pussy "Wait stop! They're almost here, you have to cover me up or let me go before they come in and catch us!" Katie moaned a little and then said to me "I don't care if they catch us." so I yelled "I DO!" Katie asked me "So you don't want some boy to walk in here and see your wide-open and tasty pussy facing the door, being licked by little ol' me while he watches?" The group of boys led by Mel got right outside of the bedroom door. I harshly whispered "No! NO! Please no!" I tried to close my legs and at-least hide my pussy lips from the doorway, but the ropes prevented me from moving more than an inch. I was trapped with literally everything I have facing an unlocked door with boys right outside bidding for the chance to come in! Katie teased me "Well then, here's the deal. This is gonna be similar to that day by the lake. Only this time, you have to lick your cute little tongue off and make ME cum quickly, otherwise I'll stay right here and make sure they see everything you got" Katie then started licking me faster than ever, which felt amazing and made it hard to concentrate. The thrill of having boys so close to seeing me naked was causing my naughty parts to be extremely sensitive to her every motion. Still, I had to focus on her in order to save myself from ultimate humiliation. I licked her back, without any idea what I was doing really but seemingly getting good results based on her moans. She pressed her hips up against me and wiggled them around, grinding my face as I worked to get her off. Outside I heard Mel loudly say "Ok, $50 from Billy. It sure sounds like our naked girl is having fun in there, are you boys sure you don't want to outbid him?" Oh God, they can hear us! That fact alone was embarrassing beyond belief, I couldn't even imagine how humiliating it would be for them to see the act itself. And then I started to imagine it, and this sent a new tingle through my body. I was already right on the edge, and imagining a boy walking in on us pushed me over it. When I wasn't ready for it one bit, my orgasm hit me like a truck and I loudly thrashed around on the bed underneath Katie's naked body, with her tongue sending waves of sensation with every twitch I made.  I heard the boys outside exclaiming "Holy shit!" from what they just heard. They all started pleading with Mel, offering her everyone's money in order for her to let every one of them in, and Mel agreed as long as every boy paid $20. There were at least 10 boys out there about to come in all together to see me like this. Running out of time, I licked Katie's pussy with all of my energy, and I could tell that she was about to cum from the excitement of making me go first a few seconds ago. I licked like my life depended on it, because my social life kinda did. Katie lost all control pretty quickly, but then I heard Mel say the scariest line ever "Ok everyone, we're about to come in. Look but don't touch, mmkay?" I pushed my face into Katie's wet pussy and gave it everything I had, desperate for some escape. Katie instantly started to tense up. Mel continued to tease the boys "I'm gonna open this door for you all on the count of three. Ready?" The boys all responded "Yeah!!" Katie tensed and thrashed and came from my efforts right as Mel said that. I started to panic now, whispering "I did it, now help me help me HELP ME!" Katie jumped off of me, exposing every inch of my body to the air again. Mel counted "One...." Katie pulled her shirt back down and her swim bottoms back up. Mel counted "Two...." I struggle to escape, calling to my friend "No please! Don't leave me like this!" Katie quickly tossed a towel over my face and ordered "Stay quiet" Mel counted "THREE!" and threw open the door! PART 7 I'm naked, tied up on the bed, with my wide open and very wet pussy facing the door to this room right as it opened and a dozen boys looked in. The only thing covering me is a towel over my face, which also prevented me from seeing what was going on. Immediately after Mel opened the door, I heard several boys shout and holler. They were looking at me naked. NAKED! My boobs were right there, nipples rock hard, my pussy was about as open as the door was, and not one inch was covered. All I had left was the fact that they didn't know who I was, so I had to stay silent even though I wanted to scream like a banshee right now. I could hear the boys filling the room, looking at my nakedness from every possible angle. Some were asking why I was tied up, so Katie said "So she can't escape, chicken out, or cover anything. Here is our hot friend 'Jane'. She doesn't want anyone to know who she is, but she does want you boys to get a really good look at her body. She wants you to dream about her tonight. Do you like her?" The boys all yelled "Yeah!" with one guy shouting "Hell yeah!" One of the guys called out "Hey wait, is that Janet?" I was shocked a little bit, because Janet is one of the hottest cheerleaders in the school. Did this guy really think I was as hot as she was? Mel laughed and said "No it's not Janet." Another guy yelled "Shit, is that Candy?" Oh God, he recognized me! My whole body shivered and started to redden even more than I already was. Katie answered this time "No. You really think Candy would flash people?" The guy responded to her "No, but she should. Candy's damn fine" I couldn't believe that a boy just said that about me. I recognized his voice, and it was a smoking hot guy named Billy that always makes me blush when he makes eye contact with me. Now I know he thinks that I'm hot, with or without clothes. Oh God, Billy can see me naked...and so can a bunch of other guys from school! Mel yelled out "No more guessing you guys! Even if you guessed right we wouldn't tell you. You're supposed to tell this anonymous girl what you think of her bare body. That's the whole point of this." One of the guys started off by yelling "Smoking hot!" To which everyone agreed. Katie prodded "Well duh, but give her details. What do you like about her body?" A guy whose voice sounded very familiar spoke up and said "That pussy is perfect! I love them shaved and clean with the lips open like that." Another guy said "And her boobs are awesome, I mean look at how perky they are even while she's lying down!" Yet another added "And her nipples are totally rock hard, you can tell she's horny right now. I want to suck on them right now" Every boy seemed to agree with that last statement, and part of me was imagining them actually doing it. The other part couldn't believe that a bunch of hot guys were commenting about my private parts! The next boy to speak I recognized immediately as he said "This girl is the sexiest girl I've ever seen." It was Ross, my best guy friend and also the boy who saw me naked at the lake. And I could hear that he was standing RIGHT between my legs. Oh God, even he never saw my body in THIS much detail until now. And Ross must recognize what I look like naked, so he knows that it is me under here! It took my brain a few seconds to recover from that shock long enough to process that he just called me the sexiest girl he had ever seen...and that made me gasp a little on accident. I'm lying here practically hyperventilating from the mixed emotions of profound embarrassment and overwhelming arousal when suddenly another guy called out "Hey, can we turn her over and check out her ass?" Oh God, the one thing they couldn't see of my naked body and now they wanted to see it. Katie piped up and said "Well we can't really turn her without letting her go, but I have an idea to show it off." Katie then leaned in to whisper in my ear "Don't struggle when I untie your legs or else I'll take your towel, ok?" As humiliating as this was going to be, the last thing I wanted was for everyone to know who I was. So I was forced to stay still as Katie untied my legs. Once free of the ropes, Katie closed my open legs and said "So here's what her pussy looks like closed. Neat huh?" The boys all agreed, with Billy loudly saying "Oh man, she has a perfect coin slot style pussy. She should get a job at the strip club. She'd make bank!" I didn't even know what a coin slot pussy was, I guess it was referencing my smooth mound and lips that close completely into a line. No matter what he meant, this boy that I know well from school was completely in love with my naked pussy and it was making me shiver. Once she was done showing off my coin slot, Katie lifted my legs upwards while still holding them together. She crawled onto the bed for extra leverage, and soon my legs were pulled all the way to my head. This meant that my butt was on display, but so were my pussy lips from a whole new angle. All of the boys gathered around to get a better look at me, and one boy exclaimed with extreme excitement "God what I wouldn't give to stick my dick in there right now" All of the boys vocally agreed with him, with nearly each one coming up with a new way of saying how badly they wanted to have sex with me right now. One even yelled out "Wow, look how wet she is! I'll bet she wants me to put it in right now before she goes crazy. Am I right?" Again all of the boys agreed, but that one didn't stop. "No seriously, girl, just say the word and I'll give you what you need, for real." What he was saying to me was humiliating, but it also wasn't completely wrong. A big part of me wanted every single one of these guys to jump on this bed with me and take me to heaven all at once, with this towel making sure they never knew it was me all along. I had never been so horny in my entire life and my pussy was practically screaming at me to touch it. Even if my arms weren't tied up, there was no way I could do that. Right? Katie stopped the boys "Ok ok boys, simmer down. She does look like she could use a hand though. Maybe I'll ask her" That comment sent a rustle through the boys wondering what she meant. I felt her get on the bed with me, over my naked body, and started getting flustered again after what we had just done a few minutes earlier. She whispered into me ear "So Sexy...if I untie your hands for you, are you going to play with yourself for all of us?" How did she know what I was just thinking? I blushed profusely again and whispered "Oh my God, no. I..can't..." Katie continued "Well, I think you want to do it. So here's the deal: I untie your hands, and you have to touch yourself and put on a good show, otherwise I steal your towel. Got it?" I harshly whisper "KATIE!!" before she lifted herself off of me and started to untie my hands. Somehow the act of untying me made me feel more trapped than before. I knew what she wanted, and no matter what I did it would be better than letting them know who this naked girl really was. Besides, I couldn't deny how aroused I was right now. I think Mel and Katie have been right about me all along...I am shy with my body because boys looking at me turns me on so much, especially when I'm completely naked like this. So without her saying a word to the boys, I move my right arm downward and place it on my pussy. At first I'm just covering it up, but then the sensitive nature of my pussy right now leads me to start moving my fingers a little bit. Everyone is amazed, even Mel who loudly screams "Holy shit!" once I start rubbing myself. I just think about what's going on, how there are like a dozen hot boys from school watching me naked and rubbing my clit, and the shame and sensuality of it causes me to get even more aroused than before. The only thing keeping me sane is that they can't see my face. My left hand goes to my chest, as my nipples were aching from their desire to be touched as well. Soon my left hand is alternating between which boob it wants to play with, while my right hand goes up and down on my clit at the speed of light. One of the guys asks me to spread my legs wide again, and I do it without anyone needing to force me into it. Here I am, the goodie-two-shoes little Candy everybody knows and overlooks, and I am fingering my naked body to orgasm in front of a crowd of boys, not to mention my two best friends one of which just 69ed me. It does not take long at all, maybe only 45 seconds, before my hips buck madly and I loudly gasp from an orgasm so intense that I feel it in my toes. Once I finally come down from that high, I pull my legs together to my chest and relax, partly out of shame and partly from exhaustion. At this point my friends decide that I've had enough exposure for one eternity and they shuffle the boys out of the room. I'm still in a state of shock, not believing that I just did any of that and not sure how I felt about it either. After a brief talk, they convinced me that it was good, that it was fun. I could walk out there knowing that every boy at the party wanted me and was thinking about me right now, and that I could have any one of them I wanted at any time. It's weird, but that made me feel much better about everything. I was just thankful that none of the boys besides Ross had any idea it was me. It also helped that Mel gave me most of the money paid as entrance fee, and my cut was an even $200! Apparently all 14 boys at the party paid to go in, at $20 each, and they were all satisfied according to my friends. As I rejoined the party outside, this time wearing my bikini again, I made a quick jump into the pool to cool off and remove any sweat issues I had from my secret adventure. While I was playing around in the pool and minding my own business, Billy walked up to me. I wasn't used to guys approaching me like that (And knowing what he had just seen of me a few minutes ago), so I meekly whispered "Hi Billy". He smiled brightly and responded "Hey Candy. I just wanted to say, I absolutely loved your performance earlier." My heart jumped. Did he know? How? I tried to play dumb "Wha..what peformance?" He grinned "In the bedroom. Your face was covered, but I couldn't help but notice that the bikini you're wearing right now was the same one on the floor in Katie's bedroom." My face went white, and I stood there speechless. He giggled at me and then said "It's ok, I don't know how many other boys noticed, but you should do stuff like that more often. It was amazing, and you are amazing. Just wanted to let you know." He then swam away from me, leaving me dumbstruck. How many of these boys knew all along that it was me in there? What if they tell the whole school? And even though a hot boy from school just called me amazing, I couldn't help but notice that he asked me to do stuff like...that...more often. There's no way that I would, right? Even if it made me popular with every hot guy in school? Somehow my brain was torn on this, and I had a terrible feeling that my best friends were going to show me off whenever they could now. I just continue to be embarrassed and exposed more and more these days. THE END

My First Marriage by FishMan Installment #14: -- The CLIMAX Bob's' pictures and Bob's graphic details filled in the rest. I confronted her about the men fucking her serially and about her serially sucking off cock. This much she admitted sullenly after I had found out about it. How could she deny it anyway? I had seen photographs. But when Bob turned to the next pages and showed me the pictures of the rest of that Saturday night, and showed me and told me what happened after these dozen or so men had fucked her cunt, fucked her mouth, fucked her in the ass, I was incredulous. I had never even seen photographs like this. I had heard of this "gang-bang" sex, but I had thought it something that didn't really happened. It must be a tall tale told by horny men. But it was not. It really happened. It happened to my wife. And I would soon be shown even more obscene pictures of even more perverse things my wife had done for them. So here are several that Bob showed (he's the one not wearing a shirt) and then gave to me. This one with Harry feeling her cunt as she paraded naked around the room. Then this one in the series with Bob and and Harry, spanking her. He said she liked it. Then this one sucking cock in tandem and getting felt up. Again, she looked like she was drunk with sex. Obviously enjoying herself. If I had any doubt. Bob had told me. Grinning. I could see it for myself. From this it just got worse. Now, in the 1970's, young women did not shave off their pubic hair. To see a photograph of a woman with no pubic hair, a bald slit, was rare. And it was this and not the money I found that forced Karen to admit to what happened. She had gone to the bathroom to take another bath, and I had burst in upon her and had found her standing dripping wet and naked in the tub, her hand over her pubes. I saw what they had done. I was speechless and she lied to me. She tried to tell me that she had gone to the doctor and that the doctor had done it for an examination, but this was farfetched and an obvious lie. It was of course what Bob had told her to tell me, if I noticed that her pubic hair was gone. How was I not going to notice? Bob laughed about it when I told him how I had discovered it, and so he told how and why it had happened. The last table, the table of five, took their "seconds" with her. She was so sexually giddy and so drunk, she was wobbly on her feet; they had coaxed her to keep drinking all the while they fucked her and she was getting so unsteady on her feet, and so worn out from fucking, that she lay sprawled across the small round table tap, legs spread wide, and was hardly responsive the last ones fucking her. Her hand balled up and next to her mouth, like a little girl thumb-sucking. She whimpered a little when a new one started on her gaping cum-clogged anus, but she was all but passed out. They manfully pulled her to her feet after the last, discouraging some who still wanted to go again, and guided her to drunkenly collapse on the blanket; someone laid another blanket over her and she did in fact fall asleep. It was after six and the night bar tender, an older guy like Bob, brought in more drinks. They talked about her. Some of the men left, though reluctantly. A couple new ones came in, but because they had not the price of admission, Bob would not let them stay. Nevertheless, they were shown to where Karen laid, and Bob lifted to blanket so they could see her naked, rolled her over on her back and splayed her legs to show them how they'd fucked her, then they let her curl up and covered her again. They had pizza brought in and showed Karen naked to the pizza delivery boy as well. They let her sleep until almost nine o'clock when Bob announced that it was soon time for the "show" and those who had been chosen—as it happened, Hank, Henry and Harry—stripped the blanket off Karen and woke her and groggy though she was, still managed to smile when they teased her. Bob said she looked a real mess, hair needed combing, cum in it, cum all over her body, her face. The three men took her to the restroom, and I suppose it was because she knew them, or at least felt like knew them more than she did the others, she trusted them. They had prepared for this. One of them had already filled the basin of the sink with warm water. They had towels spread on the floor for her stand on, and more towels to dry her off, a couple wash clothes, and a bar of soap. Some of the other men wanted to come in to watch, but Hank barred them at the door and told them if they needed to pee to go to the men's room in the bar. While they soaped her up and washed her off, taking much time and pleasure with lathering and massaging well her tits and her buttock and especially between her legs, as well as the rest of her (I am guessing), Bob let his special guests in through the back door. This surprised everyone, except Miller. Miller had known. Actually it had been Miller's idea. But Bob had made all the arrangements to find the right man for the job. It made some of the men worried. Some even thought it might be against the law and complained that she might report it to the police. Miller was certain she would not do that, after all she had done everything else without resistance. Why not this? The washing and rinsing was sobering Karen up and Harry got her some pizza as well and the food helped sop up the alcohol she'd had before. Their attention to washing her so tenderly amused her. She giggled at how seriously they ministered to her naked body and they responded by teasing her about being fucked by so many men and asking her to guess how cocks she's sucked. She shook her head to admit she had no idea. They laughed. They nicely and thoroughly rinsed her with wet warm washcloths. Hank had found her hairbrush in her purse and he brushed her hair as Henry and Harry gently toweled her dry. It was very warm in the bathroom, steamed up with the washing and rinsing, the four of them so close together, and she felt better. Obviously she was not thinking of me or how I would feel. She felt safe in the room with them, she said. An odd expression, but she knew she must return to the room, naked again, and she did not want to think what was in store for her, how it would end, or how she would look at me at the end of the night. Hank put the toilet seat down, draped a towel over it and guided Karen to sit down on it. Harry gave her another slice of pizza and handed her another brandy and water. She did not want to drink it, but he said: "I got orders " She drank as she was told; it was a strong drink, and she was glad she had eaten some. She would not get quite as drunk this way, she hoped. Meanwhile Hank had refilled the basin of the sink with warm water, and said to Henry: "Go on " Henry—the one who has the long skinny dick, that's the way I will always remember him; Karen too I suppose—got to do the honors after she had been toweled dry. He squatted in front of her with his wife's sewing shears and began to clip off her pubic hair, holding tufts of it in his fingers as he snipped it closely. Karen looked down at this astonished, her hands raised: "What are you doing?" Henry just said wryly: "Going to make you pretty." Nothing else was said by any of them. Karen was as fascinated as they were by the gradual denuding of this area of her body. She had not seen it so nude for many years and of course it had changed with puberty in other ways too, not just getting hairy, but her labia seemed more pronounced, her clitoral hood where she had always assumed she peed was sometimes swollen, as it was now. Hank had brought her Gillette Safety razor and a can of shaving cream. Henry squirted some on his fingertips and applied it to her mons, and about her labia. Then delicately drew it on the stubble of her pubic hair which remained. He shook it in the warm water and reapplied the razor until he had removed all the shaving cream and all the stubble and smoothed the mons and exposed her plump nude labia and the florid slit showing her moist vaginal flesh. He felt it, satisfied how smooth it was, and it was Harry's luck then to apply a bottle of Johnson's and Johnson's Baby Oil that he purchased just for the purpose, carefully massaging it the freshly shaved skin and slipping oily fingers into her vagina and feeling the labia for good measure. She felt aroused by it but said nothing. She sipped the drink and stared at herself just as they did. Hank had her stand and now each them spilled Baby Oil over their hands and applied it all over her body. Her breasts especially, her buttock of course, but also her back and shoulder and all over her legs and her belly. It shone glassy on her body and heightened the rosy hue of her sexual flush and the warmth she felt. Bob called in impatiently to ask if she were ready. Hank said she was and asked him to bring a blanket for her. Bob said: "What the fuck for?" Hank replied just as rudely: "Just bring me a fucking blanket." Hank would not let Bob in but took the army blanket from him and said to something he said: "Alright alright just hold your horses." Hank draped the blanket over her shoulders, she drew it shut. He said, kissing her lips: "You look real pretty, honey." She was glad he liked her. She felt better knowing this. She beamed at all the men. Then she looked anxiously at the door and said: "Are there more men?" Hank said it was the same crowd. She looked relieved. But he coaxed her to finish her drink, the third drink since they had been in there; she felt drunk in spite of having eaten, then thought to herself it was just a well maybe. Hank said: "You us guys " He looked at his two friends. "We think you are the sexiest girl we've ever known." She blushed. She thanked him. He said: "Just want you to know how much we like you." She nodded. Hank did not tell her the entire truth. When they opened the door and went out into the room, Karen saw there were some newcomers. Some men had gone, it was a thinner crowd—maybe half the size—but there were two or three she had not seen before. And there was still one of the men taking photographs and he took some of her standing clutching her blanket with Henry, Hank and Harry. There was a man talking to Mr. Miller, petting a black dog's head. The men turned to look at her when she came out. Mr. Miller nodded to Bob. Bob, grinning at Karen, gestured her toward the stage area, where the hot light still glared on the kitchen table and matching chair, where her clothes still lay on top of it. Hank turned her by the shoulders and guided her. Now she saw a second dog in the room, like the first a black dog, approaching her, waging his tail. The man with Mr. Miller whistled and he turned to obey him, while Hank continued to guide her to the stage. The men in the room collected, following her to the stage. Some sat at tables. Others simply stood with their drinks in their hands, eyes following her. Hank cautioned her not trip when she stepped up on the low rise, the blanket getting underfoot. She lifted it out of her way and held it so that her legs were not encumbered, and Hank helped her, two hands upon her waist to step up. Hank had never said what she should do. But she understood what they wanted to see. She turned to face the crowd under the lurid light. Hank smiled at her. She smiled shyly at him. He repeated how pretty she looked and stepped off the stage. As he turned away she looked out at the crowd of appreciative men. Mr. Miller did not need to say it. On her own she let go and let fall open the blanket; it fell heavily behind her. In this glaring light, with the cast of baby oil on her body, she gleamed. They stared fixedly at her now nude genitals, the shiny pinkish smooth mons and its deep slit, her labia parting revealing florid dewy flesh in the extreme angle of their view. She smiled girlishly, ashamed and aroused, and amused by their pleasure, and her own. She idly and instinctively touched herself between her legs, then grazed a nipple with the same hand, feeling it with fingertips, then let then both hands to fall and lie on her thighs and looked above their gaze, beginning to feel uncomfortable. The dogs were restless in the room, one of them panting loudly. Their owner bade them lie down at his feet. "Goddamn," exclaimed Bob, "She looks good enough to eat." "That's the general idea," said Miller, slapping him on the back. Bob stalked her. She looked a little frightened, by reflexive feelings toward him, and she seemed to cower as he approached. The men laughed at her. She asked: "What do you want?" Bob laughed at this and said: "Just make you happy, honey." The men laughed again. She did not believe him. Stepping up to the stage in front of her now, looking up her naked body, Bob swept all her clothing off the table with his forearm and told her firmly to her sit down on the table. She did as he said, anxiously, timidly, and as she did, he put his hands on her knees and held them parted and told her to lay down. He held her knees as she laid back. She looked up over her naked body at him. Bob swung the chair around, put its back to the table edge, and straddled it. He pushed on her knees so that she splayed her legs obscenely, her knees up and dropped to the side, frog-like. The photographer could not resist it. Bob put his hands up under her buttock, lifted her, shifted her toward him and leaned his face into her spread vagina, licking it, sucking noisily at it, and wriggling his tongue into it as deeply as he could, teasing her with it. She gasped and protested insincerely. She turned her head. She closed her eyes tightly. One hand was raised. It trembled. Again, this is something I had never done to her. I don't think anyone had. Now most of the men here did it to her. Six, seven, maybe more. She did not count. For her it was a swarm of orgasms. It was so relentless she begged them to stop. This only amused them. But she became so breathless, so red-faced, that she began to resist, weakly, pathetically, but she tried to sit up and they forced her to accept them, holding her down until Mr. Miller finally interceded and stopped them, and she curled on the table while he sweetly kissed her and told her to catch her breath. He told Bob to bring her another drink. She was coaxed to sit up, her legs over the edge of the table, while Mr. Miller, his arm around her shoulder, held the glass for her and assisted her to drink from it. When she had taken several gulps, he helped her to stand and took her by the hand to the middle of the room where the blankets still lay on the floor. Her expectation was of course that they would fuck her. She dropped her head in anticipation. The old men collected around her in a circle. The photographer pushed through them in various places around the circle to take his pictures. One man held her, grabbing her tits, and fucking her from behind. Shoving his prick up her already well-lubricated anus with an easy deep stroke that made her gasp. Another man in front of her shoved his fingers up her cunt. Two more gathered at her feet, crouched. Watching the fingers slither and rub and the cock of the man behind her poke her in the buttock, sliding in and out of her anus. Others around her stood back and felt their erections waiting their turn. She closed her eyes dreamily. She whimpered and let them do whatever they wished. After the first had ejaculated into her anus, the man feeling her cunt stepped up behind her and others took turns frigging her and watching her gasp and wide-eyed stare down at their hands and their up-turned grinning leering faces. After yet another ejaculation received in her anus, the man with the jangling dangling keys, who had brought his dogs. stepped into the circle in front of her, and those molesting her stood and backed away. All variously in states of dissatisfied erections. Karen looked up at him and down at the cluster of keys at his belt. The belt was studded with rivets. He had on a baseball cap. He was younger than these other men. He did not smile. One of his dogs came beside her and put his head under her and licked between her buttocks and then her thighs. She turned her face from him, and the man told the dog to sit. He spoke to Karen: " You gotta get on your hands and knees, Mrs. H****s." She was confused and uncertain. She hesitated. He repeated his command: "Do it." She did as he said. The dog whimpered. The men around the room laughed. She asked: "What do you want?" The dog-handler did not smile or laugh. He was business. He said matter of factly--looking into my wife's eyes, who gradually showed understanding: "You got to stay still while they do it. You can get hurt and they can get hurt. Don't try to get up. Just relax, Mrs. H****s. Just stay on your hands and knees and they'll do the rest." She had no idea what he meant. But he asked her if she understood. She nodded. He said: "You got to say it." "Yes," she said. "Yes, what?" he asked her. "I will " she did not really believe it or understand what was about to happen, but he was satisfied. The other dog whom she had not seen was behind her and before she knew it she felt him licking at her vagina. It surprised her, shocked her, she lifted off the floor to turn and put her hand out to discourage him, but the man stepped toward her and slapped her face, and she cried out. "I said, don't move," the man menaced her with his open hand. She had put her hand to her cheek where she had been slapped and she nodded in a silent sob. Then beginning to cry tears, she went down to her hands and knees obediently, and in her humiliation felt the dog licking her vagina. The old men in the room got up and got closer. All around her now. Speaking about the spectacle in low amazed turns. The man with the keys gestured to the dog at his side and that one joined his brother and now both of them licked her vagina. She hung her head and endured this with shame. The man called one dog to her side and then squatted in front of Karen, put his hands on her hands and said sternly: "Now don't fight me, honey." The dog climbed onto her back, draping his forelegs about her hips. She tried to turn to see him. The man squeezed her hands and got her attention and repeated: "Don't fight." She looked into the man's intense gaze. She was frightened. She felt the dog's erection poking at her from behind. It poked between her legs missing its target much of the time, but as it stroked his erection lengthened. When it was a long as a pencil, unsheathed, candy-pink, it plunged her vagina, and she felt it rapidly poking on the mark, entering her with sharp quick motions. The dogs head lay on her back, his forelegs embracing her hips, hunched and fucking furiously, she felt the penis now staying inside her as it stroked. She felt herself sexually excited by it. She felt herself hot and deeply ashamed, and profoundly sexually excited. The dog's erection swelled in her. It went deeper than any man's penis ever had. She had closed her eyes. She had involuntary begun to gasp, and whimper. The swelling of the dog's penis felt enormous, it bulged tightly within her and she opened her eyes, afraid. The man holding her hands had been watching her face and he explained. "It's the knot," he told her. "The dog's cock will swell like a balloon inside of you and he won't be able to get it out and your cunt is too tight to let it out. Do you feel it?" She looked at him very flushed, nodding, saying breathlessly: "Yes, yes." "It's the normal thing. It's what dog's do so the bitch won't run away from his dick You won't try to get away, will you?" She shook her head. She looked so pathetically worried. The men laughed at her. The photographer had moved around her during the entire encounter. The pictures Bob showed me were shocking and I had to admit provocatively erotic. My wife's face, her ecstatic sexual emotion, captive in this humiliation, astonished me. I have never seen since such abandonment to sexual pleasure as I saw on her face. And the pictures of the dog mounted on her, her head down, receiving him so submissively, and the dog's shiny cock slipping in and out her—you could see it from the side, obviously fucking her, fucking her deeply—and finally as the dog's prick thickened, how the knot, big as a gourd, swelled up inside her and she moaned as finally the dog ejaculated copiously inside her. She closed her eyes when she felt the dog's hot jetting semen; it was so generous, so hot, it was like he peed inside her. She loudly mewled and exclaimed her own orgasms: "O God. O God. O God." And her legs trembled, she trembled all over, she shook like she was having fits. The dog stayed tightly lodged in her, panting warmly at the nape of her neck. The dog-handler standing back admiring his dog said quietly: "That's good. That's good. She likes you, Sam." The dog's name was Sam. He stayed inside her for a couple minutes while she whimpered and then from humiliation and sexual exhaustion began to cry. But this merely encouraged the men who watched her. Eventually the dog's knot popped from her stretched-out cunt, and it withdrew, long and swollen and limply dangling and dripping semen; his semen flooding from her cunt made a stream down the inside of her leg and wet the floor. Bob flipped the pages and showed me how now they had instructed her to lie on her back and had guided the dog to straddle her head and at their prompting she had lifted her head and taken this dog's penis into her mouth and sucked on it. Karen never admitted any of this. Bob said the dog repeatedly came in her mouth. I did not need to ask. He gave me every detail I might have wanted. The dog's cum was thin and syrupy, clear and slippery, and her chest, her neck, her lips and cheeks were wet with it as the dog sometimes pranced and his penis came out of her mouth and squirted semen on her in rapid spurts. But as she persisted in sucking him off, he became quieter and simply stood, panting, saliva dripping from his lolling tongue in his open mouth, grinning it seemed like the men were grinning, while she sucked and sucked and sucked on the semen squirting from this penis, like a straw, gulping and drinking him as urgently as ejaculated, and feeling his wet penis tremulously with her wet fingers, eyes closed, nursing all that he could give to her mouth. Again, the details, though raw and extreme, seemed true to the photographs and the way she seemed to cling to sucking this dog's penis. There were several photos of this different sides and angles. Exhausting him, this dog finally lay down beside her and licked his own wet dick. They coaxed her back onto her hands and knees, posing with her knees tucked and her ass turned up high in the air for the next dog to mount her, pressing her cheek to the floor, her hands beside her face, and mouth open—so the picture showed her—taken from behind and from her side looking down, so that you could see her face, her expression, and also her gaping lurid cunt. The man with the dangling keys at his belt brought the second dog behind to fuck her, gesturing to it and instructing. That one pleasured her too, and in the midst of it, when the second dogs cock knotted inside her, spouting his hot semen as the other dog had, large repeated squirts of it that leaked out and trickled down the insides of thighs, she suddenly burst into tears and loud sobbing. "Nerves," Bob said. "More than she could stand, I guess." But they had no pity for her and even as she sobbed, once the dog had pulled his long prick out, they turned her on her back and once again coaxed her suck his dick too, to suck and drink his semen, while photographed and commented. When this dog finally seemed bored with it, he laid down and licked his own penis and Karen curled up with her hands to her face. That was the last photograph in the series. Bob told me he had paid this man and his dogs four hundred dollars: "Worth every dollar of it, don't you think?" He closed the photo album. In the days that followed this interview with Bob I visited also my friend who had been the bartender and he admitted what he had seen. I confronted her a second time and she admitted whatever I asked but volunteered nothing. She seemed resigned to our marriage having failed. I felt no desire to keep her my wife. When I kicked her out, she did not know what to do. I do know that several of my friends exploited her at that time; pretending to commiserate with her, they got her drunk in one of their apartments and got her naked one way or another and used her all night long. It was a story they liked to tell, but I heard it from someone that didn't even know that I knew her. All this I know only vaguely, but I can tell you about it later. She did not immediately stop working for Mr. Miller. He found an apartment for her. He continued to use her. He continued to have her give Sunday "shows" for men at the bar, so I was told by my friend the bartender. That year I got a "Christmas Card" from Miller. See the next chapter for the picture.. Anyway, after about six months her affair with Mr. Miller and his friends ended--that was about February or so 1973. -- we were finally divoced. I never saw her again. But I did hear stories and from time to time some of my "friends" and they would bring me or send me a picture in evidence. She became a toy for my friends after Miller. And both them abused her for some time, so the stories went on. I'll tell you what I heard and share the pictures. I don't really know how all those sexual misadventures ended. I have been told that about a year or so later she moved away somewhere. Disappeared. Many years later, I heard that she had got religion and remarried. She has three kids, I understand. INSTALLMENT 15: After She Left I Got a Letter from My Uncle Henry January 1, 1973 Dear John, Happy New Year. I am writing to bring some peace between us and because your father would want me to speak plainly to you. It's a good thing you are divorcing that woman. I understand how difficult it may be to have lost your wife in this way. I am profoundly sorry for your hurt but I do not regret the role I may have played. Not in the least. I had suspected her for what she proved to be from the moment that we met. You introduced us at Thanksgiving two years ago and I saw then what sort of woman she was. She seemed innocent enough and I will grant you she was naïve. But she had a way of looking at me that gave me foreboding, that she was one of those women, having a certain insatiable craving which I had seen before in certain women I had seen during the war. It was in fact the candid look of sexual feeling which I suspected. Beneath an embarrassment that she could not help reveal, revealed in her eyes I saw something else that I had seen before—a kind of desperate loneliness, a kind of sadness, a longing to be loved, a craving to be taken, to be taken sexually, speaking of it frankly. She wants men to love her and she will do anything for them. There is a series of photographs from the Warsaw ghetto when the Nazi’s rounded up the Jews. They made the women strip in the street for no other reason than to humiliate them. They picked attractive women especially. Mostly the pictures are pathetic and heartbreaking. But there is this one woman… She is smiling. She is flirting with the guards who are ordering her forcibly to strip for them in the public street. She is submitting with some willingness and an obvious sexuality, it can be seen. I have wondered what happened to her. Certainly, they used her. She was pretty; she had an attractive body. I suppose she was murdered in the end. Or perhaps her sexual proclivities saved her. My point is that some women are like that. Your wife is like that. She wants to be humiliated, sexually speaking. She wants submission. She wants men to intimidate her sexually, even coerce her, sexually speaking. Sexual shame is part of her deep-most sexual pleasure. She cannot help it. I do not know if it is nature or her upbringing. Maybe that repressive religion built up a compulsive sexual craving that burst out when teased and poked at the way Miller did. What he did was perfect. The way he “educated” her. By the time I knew about it she was ripe and ready. After bragging, Miller had only wanted to exhibit her. He showed the pictures. That was proof enough. Naked for him. For Bob too. And the pictures of her mouth on his penis. Al's and Bob's both. I still wondered: was this it? Or had Miller coerced her. Was she a victim? Was she willing? So we agreed. We sent the two Arthurs. And they came back telling they had seen her willingly show herself naked to them. So, I knew she deserved more than that. She needed to understand her place. When Hank and Harry and I went to the jewelry store, I had my mind made up to test her. When she saw us, she looked unhappy. I suppose she thought we would tell on her. She fidgeted in the backroom and pretended to work, putting things away. Al made some small talk. He was not sure what to do. She looked sheepish and worried. She asked us: “What do you want?” So, I just told her: “I know you’re John’s wife and all that. But I don’t care about that. It doesn’t matter. Al here’s told us what you done. We’ve all seen the pictures Bob took. So, how can you wonder what we want? But I’ll tell you plainly. What we’re here for: to see you like they saw you… Without no clothes on … So, take your clothes off…” She looked shocked or at any rate she blushed and stammered. I could see she would not fight it much. But she protested at first and I got impatient and so I took her dress off her myself and took it away and left her standing there in her underpants and bra. I told her turn around and face the wall and take off the rest of her clothes, socks included. She gave me a look of some longing and anxiety when she turned and hesitated for a moment then took off her socks, then her bra, and dropped it. She paused a moment, reflecting, and then she pushed her underpants down and stepped out of them, leaving them to lie at her feet. She stood stiffly a moment. I told her: "Turn around when you want to show us." That’s when she asked us nervously, pathetically really, to promise not to tell you. I said we didn’t intend to. She hesitated a moment more, maybe considering whether she could trust us, maybe just embarrassed or nervous. But you know, Al says she thinks she’s not pretty and a bit chubby. And I think she was ashamed of herself. But she turned about and showed herself. I tell you what: she looks pretty good naked. I give you that. She looked at the floor at first. The guys made some comments. They liked to look at her naked. They told her so. She looked up at them then. She wanted to see them looking at her. We took our time looking her over. She stood there letting us. All the lights on. Al took some pictures. You’ve seen them, I am told. But of what I expected of her? I was absolutely damn right. She was all shy and nervous; she was embarrassed and ashamed and acted reluctant, but she knew what we wanted and she did not refuse a thing. And we could tell by feeling her cunt she was worked up and wanting it. Harry, Hank and I all had a go at her feeling her up. Then, I put my cock in her mouth. She closed her eyes instantly: why does she do that? A baby does that nursing. Is that instinct? Anyway she sucked my cock like she wanted it. I don’t know about you but I can't hold it long when a woman does that. I let it go in her in her mouth. She never flinched or complained but swallowed my cum like she wanted it. I swear to you. Then Harry who had been standing next to me, stroking his dick, said: "Here" and she blinked and looked up at him and he touched her head to guide it and she put her mouth on his prick too. And again closed her eyes and he had been her mouth just moment when he cum in her mouth too. And she swallowed all that too. Never looked sorry for herself or sick at the taste of it. She looked red-faced and ashamed of herself, in fact, because she obviously wanted to do it and she knew she was a slut to want it. I called her a slut to her face. She looked hurt. But not discouraged. So, then we fucked her too. Bent her over that chair. Spanked her and slapping my thighs against hers until I came and she came too, my son. She came too. Henry did her right away. Then Hank did her. Even Al did her. And I fucked her a second time. She had shiny runny ooze trickling down her legs, and just dropped to her knees on the floor, leaning over the chair seat, covering her face in her hands. Maybe she was crying, but only because she was well spent. Maybe she was feeling sorry for herself too. I don't know. . But obviously she was exhausted by all that fucking. Still, I can tell you she could have and would have taken more. We left her like that. I told Al we’d be back the next day for some more. He didn't want it. But I told him we intended to butt-fuck her. I heard that Bob has told you some story about this. And it’s not that what he said was not true, but it was not the whole truth. And he didn’t have the pictures. I got them, and I’m sending them to you. Now I know the story you've been told. How your wife was all trussed up, with her dress pulled over her head and inside out, so she couldn't see and did not know who it was that did it or what they were going to do. In fact Al set it up that way. There is picture like that. But everything else she said is a lie. And Bob said was just what she had told him too. Here's the truth. If you want to know it. And if you don't believe it, there's photos of that too. Like everything else she did. She liked to be seen. She liked knowing it. It added to the humiliation that she liked so much, slut that she is, sick slut that she is. We walked in and your wife was already on her hands and knees of the floor with her blue dress unzipped and pulled up over her head, bagging her from the shoulders and the neck to the floor over her outstretched arms. Completely naked below it to her bare feet. Al said she'd taken off her bra and underpants after for him earlier in the day. Her shoes and socks on the workbench. Love to see her tits hanging like that. We took to feeling her. Spread her butt cheeks and commented on her cunt. She was more than ready to fuck. My guess is that Al already had fucked her. She was well-rode and lathered, I should say. Like the broken filly. She trembled and whimpered at our touching her. She was that ready for more. Hank was very serious about this. I myself had never done it. My missus never would do it. Hank's old lady on the other hand practically preferred it. It was a way they had to avoid having babies, as he told it, but truthfully they both enjoyed it. Anyway he came prepared with some sort of Vaseline that he used. He would go first since he knew what to do. Oh, and by the way, Miller's old lady hated blow jobs, retched on the stuff--mine did too. Whereas, your wife Karen, Jesus, she eats it. Really. She takes it on a spoon. From her own cunt. Eats it like a spoonful of pudding. Licks the spoon. Smiles about it. But let me get back to business at hand. First among and most eager of all, Hank got down behind her and got your wife worked up. He was giddy and laughing about it . But he knew what he was doing alright. He used two fingers to poke her, first in her cunt and then to her anus; he pressed a bit, got in his middle finger, asked her how she liked it. Then put two fingers together and found her tight. Said so. "Nice and tight," he said and smacked her bottom so the dumb slut whimpered a bit; more out of humiliation than pain, though maybe it did smart some 'cause her butt cheeks gradually got rosy with spanking we gave her over time. My guess is she knew he we were right off. She knew our voices, didn't she? And anyway we told her how you would never know but would be glad we took her in the ass 'cause he could do it then and she would want him to do it. Hank talked to her: he told her what he was going to do. And gently now using first his index finger and then two fingers he pushed gobs of Vaseline in her butt hold. He scooped up a bit, and shoved it in. Her butt hole got red and shiny with it; it melted from the heat of her rectum, you know. He rubbed her ass all over with the excess, making her butt all shiny too. He smacked it again and this time she made not a sound. Like I said: she likes us making her submit, being humiliated. That's when I pulled he dress off her and had her stand up, so we she could see who was doing it and we could see her naked. Hank undressed first and as he did. I explained what we were doing and why. She started crying some silent running tears, but she nodded that she understood, and she got down on her hands and knees and presented her asshole for the sacrifice, grabbing her buttock like we told her and laying her head on the floor. Now she told you that she did not know who did it to her. So, you know that was lie. And she probably told you she hated it. But that was a lie too. Anyway, to make the story short: I'm including photographs of what she done and what we did to her and some from other times you probably don't know about. Truth is -- you are better off without her, son. Your Uncle Henry INSTALLMENT 16: Second Letter from My Uncle Henry February 14, 1973 Dear John, Happy Valentine's Day. Thought you'd like to know that Karen finally left Miller. Over the months since you broke up she'd done pretty much anything he asked. Went to bars and stripped for men. Went to bars got naked for them, danced about, let 'em fuck her, and typically she'd suck off five or six or even a dozen different men Then Al would take her home , wash her up, put her to bed, and let her sleep and rest for a couple days, then trot her out again for another stip, suck and fuck. Funny thing is that each time she acted like she was surprised about what he wanted, each time she undressed for the men she looked like she did the first time for me and the others--like a deer in headlights, like she did not understand what was happening, and yet at the same time in her face there was this look of keen randy curiosity--mouth open and eyes wide. Each time undressing and then finally naked she looked up ashamed-like, like it was first time she'd taken off her clothes in front of a group of men. Of course, you and I know that ain't true. But she wasn't really pretending. She was really ashamed of herself but she wanted to do it. And once she was naked, she just let them do whatever they wanted, she'd do anything they'd ask of her. Bend over and grab her butt checks for them. Spread wide her cunt hole. Show her asshole. She'd dance for them naked if they asked, tits bouncy, hands in her crotch. Not very good at that dancing but raunchy and got them all going, cheering, ready to fucks her. Al often got her to put a beer bottle up her pussy for them, as they teased her, taunting her to fuck herself and cum for them. You seen that yourself in the photographs. She did it for lots of them. Yes, till she had a cum like they wanted. Miller made her walk about all the room naked for them. Let them feel her up. Paw her body and pull on her tities and grope her belly and buttock. Slobber on her nipples. And finger fuck her till she was hot and wet and worked up. And then grabbed up by several she'd get held and forced to bend over a table or a chair seat and several would fuck her. Yes, sir. Two, four, six at a time. And every time she got gang fucked she seemed as innocent in her astonishment and whimpering but shuddering sexually in what was being done to her, as if she were just a teen aged girl caught up in some seduction, and of course she wasn't far from that really. Everyone saw that in her. She was still ripe as a girl. Skin clear and milky. Supple handfuls of tits. Pointy puffy nipples. Tender cunt. And the fact that she still wore her wedding ring got comments. Miller would explain how she still loved her husband but could not help herself. So we got some pictures of those places. All but one of the fuck and suck shots got bought up. Except the one of her doing Bob in the bar one night. Anyway you can get the idea. And finally here is Miller's Christmas Greeting that he sent out to his friends. Miller's wife figured out what was going on and left him but that meant he kept Karen in his house and the same guys that saws her at Bob's bar and some others would come over for "parties" with her. Got some shots of the that too. Thought you'd like that. Your Uncle Henry PS: Your friend Mike also had some fun with her, I understand. You might want to ask him about it.

Mr. Schmidt's New Class Rules by Dragavan Part 1: Formulating The Plan Professor Harold Schmidt, of the History Department, was tired of his students disrespecting his class and treating it like a free period. Especially the sorority girls, cheerleaders, and athletes. They never seemed to listen, they sowed up late all the time, they talked in the middle of his demonstrations, they even chatted during tests, and more. Even the relatively well behaved students were often quietly working on things for other classes instead of listening to his. He was fed up with it and needed to do something to put an end to it. Something drastic enough to catch their attention and hold onto it. He had to come up with a plan. Luckily the school codes, mainly Section 1.1.1.3, gave instructors like him the power handle all in class activity and punishment directly. Sure, there were limitations on what he could do, but they were pretty wide limits since students could always opt out of taking the class at any point. He was pretty much free to do whatever he wanted within the walls of his class and he was going to use that power to make them respect his class, or else. The idea that he was going to do this kept him sane through the following weeks as he formulated his plans. He didn't even get testy and grumble when they interrupted his class, as he usually did. He just had to follow the major school rules and wanted to make sure that everything was clear and given upfront to his class before initiating any of it, which was taking a while to write out to his satisfaction. He wanted to make sure there were no loopholes they could exploit. They were a smart bunch of kids, after all. Which was part of why it frustrated him so much when they didn't pay attention or even try in his class. Finally he was ready and figured he had everything in order. At least as much as it ever would be. He was pretty sure it was all clear and solid, but he knew that there was always a chance that something was missed. He could live with that, though. It's not like he could change it at that time and post a correction to keep whatever happened from happening again. He did have all the power, after all. Tomorrow, Friday, was going to be the day the class learned of it and Monday was going to see it put into action. The class was as unruly as usual and Mr. Schmidt was having his usual trouble getting them to pay attention through all his normal class work. His coverage of the Hundred Years' War and how it affected 14th Century France when it started was all but lost to their personal conversation and goofing off. He gave up and went to get his rules from his case, before turning back to face the distracted class. Clearing his throat, which he knew had no real effect, he started speaking, "Okay class, I have been patient and tried to get you all reigned in through incentives and polite requests, but none of that seems to have had any effect on you. Now I have to do something a little more drastic, and I am sure a lot of you aren't going to like it." Cindy and Laura, a couple of his few good students, gulped but the rest of his class seemed to not even hear him. "In order to keep order in this class and stop all these attendance problems I am going to be instituting some new class rules. These are going to insure that you start paying attention, start showing up, and start doing your work or else you can leave my class and stop wasting all our time. If you return on Monday it means you accept these rules and are willing to abide by them. Otherwise, feel free to drop my class." He then handed a stack of papers to a boy in the front row, another of those few that have been trying to pay attention the whole time. "Kenny, would you please hand these abbreviated forms of the new class rules to everyone?" Kenny rose and started to hand out the papers. This caused a few more of the students to start paying attention as the saw the subject the paper they were being handed, but most of the cheerleaders and athletes still weren't paying attention. "That's just the short form that gives you basics of what you need to know about the rules. The full rules will be posted over here on the bulletin board and on the outside of my class door. It's four pages long and clearly explains all the rules and the consequences for not following them, in case you want to read them. In fact, I'm ending class now to let any of you want to read them do so without worrying about missing your next class." On that he pins the one to the board and walks over to the main classroom door. Some of those who weren't paying attention noticed him open the door and that some of the others were milling around. Carla hops up and says, "What? Is class over already?" Mr. Schmidt posted the papers on the outside of the door and said, "Yes Miss Bowman, that's what I said several minutes ago. If you had been paying attention you'd have know that. Soon enough, you will be though." She shrugged, "Whatever," and the rest of them shoved their things, including the paper he handed out, into their bags and walked out of the room talking. Several of the students, including some of those who weren't paying attention at first, were milling around the bulletin board and door to read the rules he posted. A few gasps and statements of worry, like "Oh my god," were heard coming from them. One freshman girl, Janie, turned to face Mr. Schmidt. "Are you serious about these? Or are you just trying to scare away some of them annoying jocks who don't take your class serious?" "Oh, I'm very serious." He says with a stern face. "If this also weeds out some problematic students, then all the better, but the remaining students will be following these." "But," she stammers slightly, "This means that at least one person will be punished every class. Even if everyone is good." Harold smiled slightly, but there was no sign of mirth behind it. "When was the last time everyone was good in my class? Do you really think that's going to happen?" She shook her head. "No, sir. At least not right away, but it could happen." "If, somewhere down the road, the class gets to a point where I don't think it's needed any more to keep them in line, I will alter or remove these rules. Until then I would suggest you watch yourself." She nods, looking very worried. "Yes, sir. I will." She then gulped and walked out of the room, making sure to have her copy of the rules in hand so she could read them later. He smiles to himself as the last students leave the room and he closes the door behind them. He was pleased with how that went. He went above and beyond what is required by the rules of the school, giving them all this time to learn and read the rules. Those who paid attention were suitably worried and those who didn't will suffer come Monday. Soon they will learn that his class is not something to treat like recess. He was still smiling when he left his office and headed home for the weekend. 'They would all see he was serious come Monday, and they would pay.' Part 2: The New Rules Begin Janie Appleton couldn't believe what was announced on Friday in her World History class. The new rules that Mr. Schmidt put forth for his class were harsh and guaranteed that somebody was going to be punished in front of the whole class. She could understand his frustration, with how little most of the students seemed to pay attention in the class, but she was pretty sure this was going too far. She knew he was within his rights with the codes, but that doesn't mean that it really seemed fair. Hell, Janie was pretty sure that most of the actual school codes were unfair, but they were the law of the university and they all had to live by them. This was just above and beyond. At least the codes seemed to try and encourage correct behavior, even if it seemed to have the opposite effect in the long run. She was pretty sure these were going to have the opposite effect, where it would have the desired effect in the long run but is being done more out of spite and anger in the short term. The more she read on the rules sheet he sent home with them the more certain she was of this. Monday was going to be interesting to say the least, but Janie was sure she didn't want to be late or caught doing wrong. On Monday Janie got dressed a little more conservatively than usual, making sure to be within both the dress codes of the school and these new rules for the class. She didn't want to have any trouble. Once she thought she was relatively safe she took off to her classes. Mr. Schmidt's class was her third class of the day, early in the afternoon, and right after her break for lunch. She didn't want to be late so she cut her lunch short and wandered in there about fifteen minutes before the class was supposed to start. She was shocked to see that the room already had more than half a dozen students sitting in it. It was mostly the "good" kids, but there were a couple others in there too. Seems that she wasn't the only one worried about the new rules. She took a seat next to Cindy and Laura, who were always here early, thinking that it would help her appear better than if she was surrounded by the trouble makers that came in later. They said nothing, but shared glances of light worry and wonder. It seemed the others had as much trepidation as she did. As class time grew closer she watches as more students started to file in and take their seats. Nobody seemed all that talkative, although the occasional whispers wafted through the room, usually about the new rules and what they thought would happen. The general consensus seemed to be that he was trying to scare them, but wouldn't do anything this bad for real. At about three minutes before class was to start Mr. Schmidt walked in, looking serious but slightly pleased as he saw how many people were here already and quietly seated. He dropped his bulging leather case on his podium and places a stack of papers on his lectern. He then took his seat and started going through some papers, occasionally glancing up at the students in the room. Janie wasn't sure why, but this made his extremely nervous. The way he kept looking up at them all was kinda creepy to her. She tried to avoid looking his direction, but even just the thought of it lingered in her mind. The class was nearly full when the start of class hit and Mr. Schmidt stood up. He walked over to the door and a complete hush passed over the room. Janie thought she saw a smile dance on his lips at this, but then it was gone as his face returned to his normal stoic look. He closed the door and stepped behind his lectern to face the class. "Good afternoon class." He said with a very fake looking smile plastered on his face. A light muttering of "Good afternoon Mr. Schmidt" bounced around the room back at him. He frowned and said, "Class, I think you can do better than that. Let's make this restart of my class take off on the right foot." He paused a moment and spoke in a very fake kindly voice. ""Good afternoon class." This time the class replied in a much stronger and more unified voice. "Good afternoon Mr. Schmidt." "Much better." He said and retuned his voice to normal. "Now let's get some attendance out of the way. When I read you name off, stand up and say 'here.' I will then mark you off, check that you're dressed appropriately, and tell you to sit down if everything is okay." Everyone stiffened in their seats and the room grew even quieter, which Janie didn't think was possible. She was sure glad she carefully chose her outfit this morning. "Okay," he started, looking down at his sheet, but was interrupted before he actually got out a name. "First we have..." The door of the room popped open and four students walked in, trying to act quiet and sneaky, but all eyes turned to them. It was three of the cheerleaders and some guy off the basketball team. They froze when they saw that everyone was quiet and looking at them. A couple of them looked really worried, but the others just seemed smug. "What?" Said the blond cheerleader. "Did we interrupt a pop quiz or something?" The raven haired girl next to her snickered, Janie was pretty sure her name was Wendy but they don't really know each other. The brunet cringed and looked worried and the guy shyly looked at the floor, shaking his head slightly, as if he just got caught in the middle of something. "Well," Spoke Mr. Schmidt in a serious voice, "It looks like we have a few tardy students. With the new rules in place they will have to suffer the consequences if they want to stay in this class." "What new rules?" Gasped Wendy, looking confused and worried. "The ones I told you all about and posted on Friday before class ended." "Never heard about them. You can't expect us to follow something we never knew about." "You had every opportunity to read them." He said, his voice growing more impatient. "I even made sure you were handed a copy of the basics before you left, so there is no excuse for ignorance of them." She opened her mouth to say something back, but he cut her off and kept speaking. "So the four of you are going to be in violation, but first I want take attendance. So please take seats up here in front and stand when your name is called." He starts reading off names and each time a student stands up, usually looking nervous, and waits. He looks them over and then tells tem to sit back down, checking off something on the page. A couple names are called and nobody stands up, even after repeating their name a few times. They seem to get a line through them or underlined or something. A couple of the students are made to stand up for longer periods of time, as Mr. Schmidt seems to mull things over while looking at them. When he called out the name Trina, a tall sandy-blond girl stood up in the back. Janie knew her from the Omega Delta Phi House, where she was one of the girls who teased Janie when she approached them about joining early in the year. They were a lot of arrogant rich bitches as far as Janie was concerned. Trina was dressed in a half-shirt with her sorority house letters on it and a small light yellow miniskirt. The shirt was rather sheer, except for the letters across her chest, and the outlines of her breasts could easily be seen through it. Janie shook her head, knowing that Trina was in trouble. Mr. Schmidt took some time looking at her, but rather quickly said, "Trina, come up here and sit with these four. You are in violation of my rules and will also have to be punished if you want to stay in my class." Trina gasped and looked put out, but grabbed her bag and stomped down to the front to sit. Janie could hear her mumbling under her breath as she passed her and sat down. "I'm following the damn dress code, you should stuff your stupid class rules and get with the program you old coot." "That will be quite enough Trina." Barked Mr. Schmidt. Janie suppressed a smirk as she realized that he must have heard what Trina was mumbling. She was pleased to see that rich daddy's girl get put in her place. He continued to call out names and have them stand up. A couple of the other sorority girls seemed nervous when they stood, but eventually he let them all sit back down and nobody else was called up to the front. He looked over his sheet and nodded slightly. He glanced up at the clock and saw that a good fifteen minutes of his two-hour class had already passed before putting the paper down and speaking. "Looks like we won't be seeing at least four of you any more. Now let's move on to the punishments so we can get on to learning. Would the five of you please stand up?" The four girls and the jock stood up and looked nervously around at each other. Janie couldn't help but notice that the brunet cheerleader looked extremely worried. She thinks that girl must have actually read about the rules but didn't think he would actually follow through with them. Now she seemed to think differently. The others don't seem to have a clue what they are in for, but that doesn't mean they don't look nervous. Part 3: The Torment of Trina "Let's start with you Trina." Mr. Schmidt said with an even voice. "Please come up here and stand in front of the class." Trina couldn't believe her luck, and all of it bad. Not only did she have to deal with her sorority sisters making her wear this horribly see through shirt today, but it appears that Mr. Schmidt now has it out for her because of some new stupid rules he's put into place. She also knew that standing up on this podium would give some of her classmates a peek at her pussy if she wasn't careful. The skirt she was also made to wear was barely long enough to cover her when looked at straight on. She couldn't help but fidget nervously as she stood there waiting to see what this crazy old teacher had in mind for her. "I know these rules are new and will take some time to get used to," Mr. Schmidt started lecturing to the class, "but I think we can all agree that Trina here is blatantly breaking them. Can anyone tell me exactly what rule she is breaking?" A few of the students raised their hands, but he called on one in the front row with a simple point of his finger. The nerdy girl spoke in a rather meek voice. "The one about distracting apparel." "That is correct Janie." He smiled and nodded at the mousy student, who seemed please with herself. "Trina here is wearing some very distracting apparel, wouldn't you say?" He raised his hand to motion all attention to her shirt. "As you can see her shirt is nearly see-through, clearly showing you all the majority of her breasts. This sort of peep-show style flashing has actually proven more distracting than actual nudity. The eye is always drawn to it, since there is the hint of seeing more at any moment. This is something that not only will be distracting to the students around her, but anyone up here trying to speak. Namely, myself." Trina's face flushed with embarrassment as all the attention being drawn to her breasts, causing her shifting and twitching movements to become more prominent. She was also sure she caught a couple of the people in the front row, including that nerdy Janie girl, glance at her crotch. She was now certain they could see something. "We can't have this." Mr. Schmidt continued. "The punishment for such a penalty is clear in the rules, but since this is a first offence I think we can let he off easy. We will treat this as a learning experience for all of you, to make sure none of you understand the consequences. This will also prevent the voting part of the rules from taking place, since Trina is being punished for an obvious dress violation." Trina let out a sigh of relief and relaxed slightly at these words. She wasn't going to be punished after all. She was going to get off with a warning, which meant she could now read the rules and make sure this didn't happen again. These feeling didn't last, being interrupted when Mr. Schmidt next spoke. "Please remove your shirt Trina." Shocked at this, and flushing red again, she turned her head to the professor. "WHAT?" "As I said," He explained, looking seriously at her. "Documented studies have shown that being nude is less distracting than the peep-show effect. Since I can't make you put more on, being that I know that none of you would be carrying around extra clothing, I have to have you take off the distracting piece of clothing." "I thought you said I would get off easy?" Her voice was shaky, as she was on the edge of losing control. This was a nightmare. She was not only being humiliated by her sisters, but now this? "You are." He said, calmly. "The new rules clearly state that if someone chooses to wear excessively revealing or otherwise distracting clothing they must not care about them and will have to destroy them on the spot. You will get the shirt back at the end of class instead of being forced to destroy it in front of the class, so that it would never be used to disrupt my class again." Trina let out a whimper, but knew she had no choice. She slowly removed her shirt, trying to cover her breasts with her left arm, and handed it to the teacher. He took the shirt and placed it on his desk, but didn't wave her to leave yet. Instead he faced the class again and spoke. "As you can see, although she is embarrassed, it's far less distracting since there is nothing to surprise us with." He looked over at her and scowls. "Trina, put your arms down, trying to cover is just as bad as the shirt. I'm trying to make a point here." She slowly lowered her arms, humiliated and bowing her head to try and hide her face. Her pert young breasts were now on full display and a pinkish hue was spreading across her chest. She couldn't believe this was happening, but she had no choice. She needed the credits and the only way out of this was to walk out and drop the class. "Are there any questions about this, now that Trina is taken care of?" That Janie girl seemed to quickly raised her hand. There were a few others too, but she seemed to have a smirk dancing on her lips that Trina didn't like one bit. She quietly hoped that he would call on one of the others. "Yes Janie?" Mr. Schmidt said, calling on her. Trina swore under he breath and braced for what was coming. "What about her skirt?" Janie said, apparently still trying to suppress that smile. "Wouldn't you find something that short distracting too? Especially if she was sitting and facing you?" Trina glared at her, but Janie tried to make it look like it was an innocent honest question. Trina had no idea why this girl had it out for her, but she was going to find a way to make her pay. Mr. Schmidt looked over at Trina and down at her skirt. "That's a fair question. I can't really tell from up here next to her." He pulled the stool he had in the corner out and patted it. "Trina will you please take a seat here?" Defeated she walked over to the stool and hopped up on it. She tried her best to keep her legs together, but the wobbly stool made that very difficult. Even gripping the sides of the stool with her hands she had no choice but her put her feet on the rungs on each side of the stool to keep her from falling off, which also had the side effect of making it impossible to keep her kneed together. At best she was able to sit with them about two inches apart. She was sure at least some of the class was getting a nice view of her cleanly shaved pussy. Mr. Schmidt walked around in front of her and stepped off the podium, to stand by the front row, where the four others were still standing awaiting their punishment. Trina could see the growing horror on their faces as they watched what she was going through. He paced back and forth in front of them, looking back at her and scowling. She was sure that was a bad sign. After a couple minutes of this he stepped back up next to her and signaled for her to stand again. She slid forward and tried to step off as carefully as possible, but her skirt couldn't help but flip up slightly as it caught on the stool. She grimaced at this but tried to pretend she didn't notice, hoping he would let her off with a warning on this one. "It seems Janie was correct." He said looking down at Trina's skirt. "That skirt is definitely too short and will be a huge distraction once you sit back and relax, forgetting about it." "I won't." Trina quickly blurted out, panic rising in her voice. "I'll sit carefully and demure and everything. The whole time. You won't see anything to distract you." "Sorry, I can't count on that. Please remove it." On that he put his hand out for it. Trina let out another big sigh and reached down to unzip the side of her skirt. Her fingers fumbled with it, having trouble getting hold of it with how nervous she was, but soon enough it was being pulled down and the skirt was falling to the floor. There it was. Her privates were now all fully exposed to the class. She felt the warm flush of embarrassment pass over her again, knowing she was now blushing even darker. Mr. Schmidt cleared his throat and wiggled his fingers at her. She realized what she forgot and quickly bent down to pick up the skirt and placed it in his hand. He dropped it on his desk with her shirt and turned back to the class. "Are there any other questions or observations about Trina here?" She wanted to cover up but knew that it would just lead to more trouble if she tried. The sooner he finished the sooner she could go sit down and let someone else do their punishment. She just wanted this class to be over. Nobody raised a hand, but everyone was staring at her. "Very well." He said and turned to Trina. "You can take your seat now. Let this be a lesson to you about following the dress rules of this class in the future." Turning to the class as a whole he added, "That goes for all of you. Learn from Trina's mistakes here." He turned back to her, as she started to walk down off the podium. "You can get your things after class is over." Trina was very pleased to be out of the spotlight, but that didn't mean that everyone wasn't still watching her. She slipped into her chair and tried to keep herself as covered as possible with her books and things, not that there was much she could do. She just had to wait for the professor to start in on the other four. Part 4: Dealing With Tardiness Mr. Schmidt rounded on the four still standing in the front row and called them up onto the podium with him, telling them to line up facing the class. Wendy knew she was in for it as she followed her friends up onto the podium. She didn't know exactly what she was in for but the hurried whispers from Gina as they moved to the front told her it could be bad. She really wished she had read that stupid paper he handed out instead of just letting it get lost in the bottom of her bag. At least now she understood why Wendy had been pushing so hard to get them to class on time today. She stood between Beth and Gina in front of the whole class, with Matt standing off to their side. Gina may have some idea what was in store for them, but she was at a loss as Mr. Schmidt walked back and forth in front of them looking glum and shaking his head. He finally spoke, stopping just to their right and facing the class. "These four felt it would be okay to interrupt my class by arriving late. I noted the time and it appears they thought that four and a half minutes late was completely acceptable. They didn't even seem apologetic about it at all, not that it would have cleared them." "We're really sorry Mr. Schmidt." Beth whined. "It won't happen again." Wendy just shook her head. She knew that wasn't going to work and most likely just made things worse. "If you were sorry," Mr. Schmidt said, looking right at Beth. "You wouldn't have shown up late with so little care for the others in the class." Beth just looked down at the floor in shame, but Wendy kept watching the professor as she smiled for a moment before turning back to the class. "Since these four wasted some of our time I think they should give us some of theirs. They should do some work to help out around here while I give the rest of you your education. That didn't sound so bad. They would just have to do some chores or class work to help out around here. Perhaps clean up a bit or something. Wendy let out a sigh of relief. The professor rounded on Matt first. "You work out, don't you?" Matt looked like he was trying to remain cool but his voice sounded a little meek. "Yeah. I have to. You know, for training and stuff. Basketball and stuff." His voice trailed off. "Very good." Mr. Schmidt walked over to the other side of the podium, where some projector equipment and boxes sat. "I have had trouble getting this stuff set up and I figured you would be able to lift it up. I want you to set up this system and get the screen hung up there so it can be seen by all." Without a word Matt walked over and started to do as told, unpacking the boxes and looking through the stuff. Next he walked over to Gina, who looked very nervous and was unconsciously tugging at the hem of her cheerleader uniform. "Gina, I think you could help me out by cleaning off this podium. I have some brushes and rags under here." He reached under is lectern and pulled out a small plastic basket of cleaning supplies, which he handed to her. "Sorry I don't have any mops or brooms, so you'll have to do it all by hand." She took the basket and looked around the fairly good-sized podium. With a resigned sigh she walked over to the front corner and started to kneel down, but was interrupted by the professor clearing his throat. "Please start in the back and work to the front." He said, "That way you will be out of the way of the others sooner. And make sure to move backwards so you don't track any mess with you over what you've already cleaned." She did as told and walked to the back of the stage and kneeled down to start cleaning. Wendy noticed this had the unfortunate, or even possibly intended, effect of pointing Gina's ass at the students. With he short cheerleader skirt on it meant that everyone would clearly see her bare ass and peek of her pussy lips between her thighs as it rode up slowly with her motions. Wendy figured that Gina wouldn't even notice she was showing them all this for a little while, which meant she wouldn't do anything to try and prevent it. She wanted to warn her friend, but knew that any interaction at this point would just make things worse on them all. Seeing that Gina and Matt were well on their way, Professor Schmidt now turned to Wendy. She braced for it, but then noticed that he was addressing both her and Beth at the same time. "Okay you two. I want you to start on opposite sides of the room and completely clear and clean the chalkboard. These old buildings still have the old style boards and mine has not been cleaned in ages. I want you to remove all the things that have been taped and pinned up around them and then completely scrub them clean. You should meet in the middle about the same time, unless one of you slacks. In that case we will all know who is the slacker and they will owe more punishment." With a sigh of relief Wendy walked to one side of the wall of boards, which was actually on another slightly raised platform behind the main podium. Beth walked to the other side. The board was filthy, covered in chalk marked and tons of white dust. There were also years of notes and papers and pictures posted up on and around it, which is where she thought she should start. She started pulling down these papers and things, setting them on the table at the back of the podium, near where Gina was now sweeping the floor with a hand brush. Professor Schmidt started speaking to the class about their recent work on the seeds of the French Revolution and they would ripple out to the rest of the world at the time. For the first time in ages it seemed like nearly everyone was quiet and nobody was goofing off. They were at least acting like they were paying attention, but from what Wendy could see it looked more like they were paying more attention to Gina's behind wiggling as she scrubbed the floor. It must have become uncovered enough for them to all see it. As she was pulling some more pictures down from above the chalkboard, Wendy heard Beth let out a frustrated grunt. All eyes turned to her, including the professor, and Wendy felt a sudden seed of worry for her friend. Bringing attention to yourself right now was not a good idea. "What's the matter Miss Arnson?" The professor asked in a slightly annoyed voice. Beth turned towards him and Wendy could see some white streaks on the front of her uniform. In an almost whiney voice she said, "This board is filthy and it's getting all over my uniform. Can I do something else?" Wendy groaned and the small seed of worry grow into a large worry plant. That was completely the wrong thing to say. 'Come on Beth,' she thought to herself, 'Just brush it off and get back to work.' But it was too late. "No, you can't do something else." He said as her face sank. "But I think we should help you out. We can't have your uniform getting all messed up. I am not a monster and have too much respect for the honor of this school to let that happen." Beth seemed to perk up a little at these words, but Wendy could see what was coming and tried to quietly keep working on her side without being noticed. After a pause, letting Beth calm down and actually smile, Mr. Schmidt continues. "Please remove the uniform and place it on my desk before you get back to work." "What?" Beth's face just dropped. "But you said... What to I get to wear?" "Did you bring anything else with you to class?" He said casually. "You can put that on if you have it. Otherwise just take it off and get back to work. I don't want to hear another word from you, unless it's you saying you are done cleaning or are quitting the class." She flushes red and looks like she is about to explode but slowly starts to unzip the side of her skirt. She seems to be having a lot of difficulty with it and the whole class is watching her. "Will you hurry up Miss Arnson, so we can get back to our class work. Your little display here is very distracting." On those words she quickly drops the skirt, exposing her carefully shaved pussy and nice round ass, and bends down to pick it up. She then pulls off the top, releasing her nice breasts, with pert pink nipples, and tossed them onto the table. She shuffles back over to her spot and starts to work on the chalkboard again, this time with her full naked form and great ass on full display to the class. "What was that?" Mr. Schmidt suddenly says. Wendy had no idea what he's replying to, but Beth must have said something under her breath as she walked away. Beth cringes and mumbles something that Wendy couldn't hear. "Louder please," He says in an abrasive voice. "And please face me when you are talking to me." Wendy could see her blush, all over, and turn to face the professor, which also exposes her full nude front to the whole class again. In a soft, but clearly audible voice, she speaks. "I said this was unfair." He looks around at the others he set to do to tasks. Wendy makes sure that she is working hard when he looks her way. Turning back to Beth he speaks in a softer tone. "You're right." Beth seems to relax a moment, but Wendy is sure this is going to be bad and tried to blend into the wall. He then turns to Wendy, making her slump in horror, and speaks. "You are doing the same job as Beth and I am sure your uniform is getting just as dirty. We can't have that. It's not good for school spirit to have dirty cheerleaders walking around between classes. Please remove your uniform and set it up here with Beth's." Wendy glares at Beth, who looks extremely sorry and worried at the same time. Wendy thinks she just realized that not only did she just get her friend stripped, but she will still have to stay naked through the class. Wendy starts to remove her top, exposing her rather large breasts, and tosses it on the table from where she is standing, since it is much closer to her. She then pulls down the skirt and quickly spins back towards the board at the same time she tossed the skirt onto the table. She isn't going to make it easy for them all to ogle her, so only her nice ass is facing the class as she gets back to work. From behind her she hears the professor say "You're fine Matt since you aren't in a uniform or doing anything messy. But what about you Miss Black?" It sounds like Gina is going to lose her uniform too, but Wendy doesn't want to look. "Look sir," Gina can be heard pleading. "There are no sleeves and it doesn't even get near the floor. I'm not getting it messy." "I see." He says in a calm voice. "But the skirt seems to hang down when you kneel over like that and could brush the floor, picking up all sorts of things. I think you should remove the skirt, but you can keep the top." She groans and Wendy peeks over her shoulder to see Gina slipping off her skirt and being forced to go back to cleaning the floor bottomless. 'I guess she won't have to worry about her skirt riding up and showing anything off any more. It will just all be out there the whole time.' Professor Schmidt goes back to giving his lecture and Wendy continues to clean the board, with Beth on the other side doing the same thing. She can't believe how embarrassing this is, but tried to remain strong and not show it. Each time she has to turn around and drop more papers and things on the table she knows the whole class is looking at her beautiful naked form, making her blush and quickly turn her back on them again. About twenty minutes before the class is scheduled to be over she and Beth have finished the board, meeting in the middle so that neither of them look like they slacked. Wendy actually had to slow down a little towards the end to make sure this happened. No matter how upset she was with Beth for getting her stripped, she knows it wasn't really her fault and didn't want to make her life any more miserable in class. She would just get back at her later, where it could be more personal and most likely more fun. Turning back to face the front, holding the rag she had been using to wash the board over her pussy, Wendy was the one who spoke. "We're done Professor." He turns around and looks across the whole board. A smile actually crosses his face. "Very good girls. Very good. Looks almost like it's new. Please get yourself cleaned up a little and put away the supplies. Then you can get dressed and take a seat." Wendy wastes no time wiping herself off with a clean towel and putting the cleaning supplies back on the table. By the time Beth grabs her things Wendy is already dressed and walking off the podium and out of the limelight. She takes a deep breath and plops into a seat about halfway back on the side. This was the first time she also noticed that Matt was already seated and the screen he was to set up was strung up and in place, with the projector stand and everything placed in front of it, near the front of the raised stage. It was only Gina that was still working, sitting on the edge of the podium, with her legs dangling off, and scrubbing the last part along the front. About five minutes before class ended she finished and was also allowed to get dressed and seated again. The professor ended his lecture at this point, just as Gina plopped into the seat next to Wendy, and walked back to stand in the middle of the now clean stage. "As you all can see, I am not joking or kidding with these new rules in my class. Tomorrow you will all be here on time or I will have worse chores for you to perform, which may very well be messier since the cleanest ones have already been taken care of." Wendy couldn't believe he called these the cleanest jobs and wondered what the others could possibly be. Or was that just a hint that all future jobs would require the removal of clothing under the pretext of keeping them clean? "I will also be checking your outfits before we start to see if we have any serious distractions. If not I will be running a vote as outlined in the rules, so please make sure you are prepared for my class." He glanced at the clock, sitting on about two minutes to the end of class, and said, "Oh, it's close enough. Get on out of here. Trina, you can come get your things now." Wendy, and most of the students now milling about and getting ready to leave, turned to look at the long forgotten Trina, who was still sitting naked at the back of the room. She blushed bright red again and stood up, to walk up to the front and retrieve her clothing. Nobody actually left the room until she had put it back on, and most of the guys waited for her to pass so they could follow her out.

Missy Becomes An Exhibitionist by Lisasuzanne Chapter 3 Roommates take Missy shopping. This is the continuing story of my junior year at college. I had come under the control of my two roommates, Kim and Lisa. Still not quite sure how it happened, but I had agreed to do whatever my roommates told me to do without questioning or complaining. Disobeying would lead to punishment. There has been no punishment to date, although there have been some hesitations and minor complaining on my part. So far, I have been made to play hostess to about 50 houseguests at a party at our apartment. As the night progressed, I went from fully clothed, to bra and panties and then to serving the guests completely naked. This party was the beginning of my being under the control of my roommates who were a year ahead of me in school. There were lots of pictures taken at that party and threats were made to expose me on social media if I didn't comply. Therefore, I reluctantly agreed to the terms. I say reluctantly, but I was given the opportunity to back out and never do anything like this again. Ultimately, I agreed because it made me so excited and horny that never getting the opportunity to feel that way again was something I would regret. It scared the shit out of me and tied my stomach up in knots, but it was so exhilarating that I just had to do it some more. Being naked in front of all those strangers really made my juices flow to the point that I couldn't understand it. I suppose what was even more exciting was being told when and where to remove my clothes. Being under Kim and Lisa's control made me do things I would never have even thought of in my worst nightmares. My second experience involved ordering pizza and me inviting the pizza guy into the apartment. Then I was instructed to slowly strip off all my clothes in front of him without saying a word in explanation. Turns out the pizza guy was in my Literature class. Even though we had never talked, we both knew each other by sight. That brought on a whole new set of feelings than the party because I somewhat knew this guy and would see him again. I did see him again in Lit class the following Monday. We ended up talking and I learned his name was Matt. He seems like a very nice guy and after telling him the story behind my stripping in front of him, he convinced me that we needed a male presence to prevent us from getting hurt or raped. I brought up the subject to Kim and Lisa and they agreed it was a good idea and I gave them Matt's phone number. I overheard Lisa on the phone with Matt and she made it clear to him that he was not to interfere with anything unless it was to protect us, or she would report him to the police and tell them he was behind this whole thing. Apparently, Matt agreed because Lisa said she would call him when he was needed. Kim, Lisa and I are all enrolled in college classes, so all of my little stunts so far had been on the weekends. The only exceptions were some times when my roommates told me to get naked in the apartment while I cleaned or cooked or while watching TV with them. That happened a few times. Most of my weekends were spent naked while I was in the apartment. Even though it was just Kim and Lisa, it was still unnerving and embarrassing to be naked in the apartment with 2 fully clothed roommates. It didn't fail to charge me up though! My pussy was wet nearly all the time. I don't have a boyfriend, so whenever I was naked, I always ended up going to my room and bringing myself off before going to sleep. One Tuesday night at about 9:30, Kim approached me and said she wanted to go to the local big box home improvement store to get some shelfs to put up in her room and asked if I wanted to come along. I didn't suspect anything because it was Tuesday and all the other stuff happened on the weekends, so I agreed. As we were about to go out the door, Kim yelled to Lisa that we were going to the store and Lisa said she wanted to go too. I still didn't suspect anything was up. Kim drove us to the store and parked quite a long way from the entrance. This was unusual as there were all kinds of closer parking spots. She said she didn't want to get her car dinged up. So, We all walked in together. The store was nearly deserted because of it being a Tuesday at 9:30 pm. We all went our separate ways in the store, but in a few minutes, Kim found me and asked me to come to the back of the store with her so she could show me some carpet pieces. She said she wanted my opinion of what might look good in her room. When Kim and I got to the back corner of the store where the carpet was, Lisa was there waiting. Lisa said, "OK sport, here is what we're going to do. You are going to strip off all your clothes and give them to Kim. She will take them out to the car and will be waiting for you." I said, "NO WAY, I CAN'T DO THAT, I'LL GET ARRESTED! And what about Matt, I thought he was supposed to be around to protect me?" Kim said, "Shut up -- and that is going to cost you a punishment for complaining." Lisa said, "We don't need Matt for this. If you don't get going, we'll strip those clothes off you and make you walk out with your panties stuffed in your mouth. NOW START STRIPPING." "START NOW!" Kim said forcefully. I was trembling again in fear. This was the worst so far because it was in a public store. The other times were in the confines of my own apartment. I tried to think of ways to slow this down so I could develop a plan, but I couldn't think straight. So, I reluctantly began by kicking off my tennis shoes and sliding my socks off. I hesitated, and Lisa said, "Keep going. You better get moving faster than that or somebody might come." My shaky fingers then grasped the bottom of my sleeveless shirt and it was over my head and dropped to the floor in no time. My head was spinning! What was I doing? Fearing another punishment for stalling, I unbuttoned my shorts, eased the zipper down and began sliding them down hesitantly while scanning around for any signs of people coming. There was no sign of other customers or store employees. My shorts fell to the floor and I was left in only my bra and panties. My bra was a light pink with lace trim that wasn't sheer, but the top of my boobs were exposed and my nipples could easily be seen poking against the fabric. My panties were the same light pink color, cotton with lace trim at the waistband and around the leg openings. Once again, a dark spot was working its way up the front, announcing my excitement to Kim and Lisa. How could I be dreading this so much and still be getting turned on? This doesn't make any sense. Suddenly, Kim grabbed my elbow and said, "Stop stalling." My shaky fingers went to the clasp on my bra and pulled it off. With one last look around for potential trouble, I began peeling down my now wet panties. They dropped to the floor in a puddle around my feet and I stepped out of them. Kim quickly scooped them up with the rest of my clothes. Now, I was completely naked in a home improvement store with my roommate clutching my only clothes! I crouched down behind a carpet sample board and asked tearfully, "How am I supposed to get out of here without getting arrested?" Kim said, "That is for you to figure out. I will take your clothes to the car and be waiting in the parking lot for you. It will take a couple of minutes for me to get to the car, so don't get there too soon. Lisa will be watching you from somewhere in the store, so don't even think about getting something to cover up with." Lisa said, "I'll also be recording this on my cell phone so that Kim can see what happens. And since you earned a punishment for complaining, you are going to have to find an employee and take a selfie with them before coming to the car." I said, "WHAAAAAT!" Kim giggled and quickly said, "You better shut up now or we'll add another punishment." Lisa advised, "You better pick a young guy who will be less likely to call the cops!" I didn't say anything else for fear of something worse, though I couldn't comprehend what could be worse. Kim disappeared with my clothes and my heart sank. I looked up at Lisa pleadingly, but she just laughed and walked off, leaving me there naked in an open store with only my cell phone! MY CELL PHONE! That reminded me I was going to have to find some guy to take a selfie with! This was going to be torture. I was still crouching down behind the carpet samples, now naked and alone. I could feel the heat rising from my pussy. The smell wafted up to my nose. Suddenly, I heard some voices from a couple of isles away! A man and a woman were talking about flooring for their bathroom. How appropriate I thought because I'm about to shit! I have to get moving because it sounds like they are coming this way. My stomach was in my throat and I felt like throwing up. I'm completely naked in the back of this store with no clothes anywhere near. And Lisa was somewhere watching me. Oh yeah, I still have to find somebody to take a selfie with me before dashing out of the store. I stayed crouched down and sort of waddled from isle to isle along the back of the store, checking each isle for trouble before continuing. As I got to the appliance section, I saw a man typing on a computer. He had a beard and looked like he was in his 50s. He might not be the best choice for the selfie. For one, I was still in the back of the store and I thought it would be better to do it towards the front, so I could make a mad dash out the door afterwards. Second, maybe he wouldn't think it is funny and call the cops. I would be better off finding a young guy. But what if I get to the front of the store and don't find anybody else? I would have to come back. I'm overthinking this. Just then, there were more voices. I had to get moving again. The appliance guy wasn't looking, and I didn't see anybody else, so I made a dash along the back of the store to the lumber area, figuring there would be less people there. Hiding behind a stack of wood, I stopped to catch my breath. My heart was practically beating out of my chest. I ran a finger along my slit and confirmed I was soaking wet. My nipples were like rocks and were aching to be touched. I was scared to death, shaking and still hot as a firecracker! This is unbelievable. No time for this now. Have to get the selfie and get the hell out of here! I realized that so far, all I had done was go from one side of the store to the other, still at the far back. I was no closer to the exit than I was a couple of minutes ago. So, I started moving toward the front, through the lumber section. Scurrying from isle to isle again, I stopped behind a display near the drills and saws section. I peered around the corner and saw a young male employee fiddling with a drill. It was now or never! I couldn't believe I was about to do this, but I whispered, "Pssst, sir." He looked my direction and I stuck my head out from around the display I was hiding behind. I said, "Would you come help me?" He said, "Sure, just a second." He couldn't tell I was naked because all he could see at that point was my head. I impatiently waited, feeling like I wanted to throw up again as he approached me with a smile. When he finally got to the display I was hiding behind, I slowly stood up, looking around in a panic for anybody else that might see. He said kind of under his breath, "What the fuck?" I said, "I need a favor." He replied, "Yeah, I guess you do. What the hell is going on?" I blurted out, "It's a dare, come on, I don't have much time." "What do you want me to do?" he asked. His eyes were scanning up and down my naked body. "I have to take a selfie with you before I can leave. Will you do it and not get me in trouble?" He said, "I could get fired if I get caught with a naked girl in the store." "All the more reason to do it fast and I'll be out of here," I said. He said, "OK, but can I get a picture too?" "Uuuuuuhhhhhhg, OK, OK let's do this before we get caught," I said. He took out his phone and I held up my phone and quickly snapped a picture. I turned to dash away and he said, "Wait, I wasn't ready!" I said, "You can't be serious. I thought you were worried about getting caught! Hurry up, you have 2 seconds." He aimed the phone and we both smiled as he took the shot. Don't ask why I smiled. It seems kind of stupid looking back on it. I guess it was a force of habit when taking a selfie. I told the guy thanks and began to look for an escape route. He lightly grabbed my right arm and timidly said, "Hey can I touch you?" I scoffed, "What? NO!" "Nothing nasty, just a little feel. You are soooo hot, I just want to touch your skin a little" he said. I saw an opportunity and said, "Ok, if you help me get out of here without getting caught." Without responding to my request, he reached out and brushed my rock hard nipples up and down with the back of his hand. If it were possible, my nipples became even harder and I tingled all over at his touch. Then, he reached his right hand down toward my crotch. His hand was shaking as much as I was! He slowly ran his fingers back and forth along my slit, which immediately caused me to gush. With a shudder, my juices poured over his fingers. He gasped, and brought his fingers up in front of his face and stared at them in disbelief. I blushed hard. I just stood there like an idiot, naked in the middle of the store after the clerk had rubbed my pussy to orgasm! He was playing with my cum, rubbing his fingers together and then spreading them to create a sheet of cum between them. I was absolutely petrified, and could feel my juices dripping from my pussy onto the bare cement floor! A woman's voice from and aisle or two over snapped me out of my trance. I said, "That's enough, help me get out of here." He said "I'm Derek, by the way." "Mis... j-just get me out of here!" I cried. He then took his hand that was covered with my cum, cupped my pussy again, and spread the juices all over my light brown pubic hair. My whole mound was now matted with sticky cum. My knees buckled in desperation, trying to get more contact. I was on the verge of cuming again! It felt so good! It was like I had forgotten where I was. What the hell am I doing? I have to get out of here! I slapped Derek's hand away from my pussy and said, "Are you going to help me or not?" He snapped back to reality and said, "OK, OK! Sorry, I got a little caught up in the moment." "It's alright, help me," I pleaded! Derek took me by the hand and signaled for me to follow him. His hand was soaked with my juices. We slowly crept toward the front of the store. He was keeping an eye out front and I was watching behind. I saw a couple cross by at the end of the isle and scooted closer to Derek. Luckily, they didn't look my direction and kept going. We got to the main front isle where the checkout registers are located and Derek peeked in each direction. He said, "It looks clear, just Anne at the register, but she is way down at the other end. Do you want to make a run for it?" Without answering, I said, "Thanks" and began a mad dash for the door. Derek gave my ass a slap as I ran past him, nearly triggering another orgasm. My bare feet were slapping loudly against the smooth concrete floor as I fled toward the door. When I got to the last isle by the front entrance, a man and a woman pushing a cart came around the corner and spotted me bolting to the door. Both their mouths dropped wide open as I flew past them. I was almost out of the store! I approached the entrance at top speed and crashed into the glass door trying to escape. The electric door didn't have time to open because I was running so fast. I heard Derek ask if I was Ok and then heard Lisa roaring in laughter. After what felt like an hour, the door slid open and I bolted stark naked into the well-lit parking lot. My mind was in a fog and I couldn't think where Kim had parked. I just kept running. Finally, I spotted Kim's car and raced to it. I grabbed the door handle, and predictably, it was locked! So, I pounded on the window until Kim unlocked the door. I dove into the back seat and pulled the door shut while Kim laughed hysterically. I yelled, "GO, GO, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? LET'S GET OUT OF HERE!" Kim calmly said, "Lisa's not here yet." Just then, Lisa swung the front passenger door open and jumped in laughing her ass off. I screamed, "Let's go, can I have my clothes back now?" Kim started to drive away and said, "You don't get your clothes back." I yelled, "But you said I could get my clothes back when I got to the car!" Kim replied "no, that wasn't what I said. I just said I would take them to the car." I sobbed, but at least I was in the privacy of the car now. Maybe my clothes were in the back seat. I checked all around and didn't see them. Should have known they wouldn't make it that easy for me. Even if they were there, I wouldn't dare put them on without permission. So, I decided to just lay low and stay quiet. It was only a short drive home. Kim eventually broke the silence. "So, tell me all about your little adventure. Was it exciting?" Lisa interjected, "I got it all on video. This little slut had a ball! She even let a guy play with her nipples and rub her pussy! Wait till you see the huge orgasm she had!" I wanted to curl up and die of embarrassment. They made me sit up in the back seat of the car as we were driving home. I still didn't know where my clothes were. My pussy was sopping and my nipples were achingly hard. I wanted to get myself off right then and there, but didn't know what Kim and Lisa would do when they caught me. So, I just sat there quietly as the events of the last few minutes played over and over in my head. Then, Lisa said, "I'm thirsty, how 'bout you guys?" Kim nodded and without even thinking, I said, "Yeah, me too." I barely even got the last word out when I realized my mistake. SHIT! This was how they were going to humiliate me some more! "Let's run through the drive through and get something to drink," Lisa said. I just groaned because I knew it was all to show me off more. A couple of minutes later, Kim turned into the local burger joint and proceeded to the drive through lane. There were two cars in front of us, and I was made to sit up completely naked in the otherwise empty back seat. Kim ordered an iced tea for herself and Lisa. I changed my mind and decided not to get anything. There was no telling how long they were going to drive me around and I might have to pee. I didn't want to give them anything else to use for my humiliation. As the car in front of us got to the pickup window, Kim turned on the interior light in the car. I pleaded with her to turn it off but she just said, "Be quiet or you are going to get another punishment." The other car pulled away and Kim pulled up to the window. I was again trembling with nerves. The window slid open and there was a young, pimply faced boy probably about 18 with 2 drinks in his hand. He handed them to Kim and then his eyes popped wide open as he noticed me naked in the back seat. He said, "Holy crap, what are you guys doing?" Lisa leaned over to Kim's side and said to him, "Our friend here gets off on strangers seeing her naked. Want to take a closer look?" He just nodded in stunned silence. Lisa said, "Kim, pull the car forward a little bit so he can see. And roll the back window down." I was blushing furiously as the car inched forward and stopped with the rear window even with the pickup window. The boy peered into the car at me and said, "That is so fucking hot!" He then turned and hollered for his co-workers to come. Two other teenaged boys appeared at the window and began hooting and whistling. I just sat there, naked with my head down staring at the floor. Then Lisa turned around from the front seat and said to me, "Don't be rude. Turn to face them so they can get a good look." I reluctantly did so and the guys just kept making lude comments. Each passing second ratcheted up my nerves another notch. Then, Kim said, "Lift your ass up and open your pussy lips so they can see how wet and horny you are." I groaned again, but didn't hesitate because I knew any objection would only make my situation worse. So, I slowly lifted my ass up toward the window. While propping myself up with my right hand, I gently brought my left hand to my pussy and ran my fingers over the lips. I was wet again and the touch of my fingers made me shiver. The juices began leaking out again. My fingers pried my pussy lips open for the boys as instructed. I held them open for a few seconds to give them a good look. At least in this position, they couldn't see my face! Just then another car pulled up at the order station behind us. Kim said, "Rub your fingers around and get them good and wet to show our new friends. Then we need to get out of here." I diddled around in my pussy for a few seconds, withdrew my hand and sat back down on the seat. I lifted my fingers up towards the boys gawking at me through the window, and showed them the fingers, glistening with my juices. Kim said, "Ok, that's enough, we have to get going. Hope you guys enjoyed the show!" The boys began laughing as Kim drove off. Lisa said, "Hey, we got free drinks. First a free pizza and now free drinks. Your naked body is getting us all kinds of fringe benefits." Kim pulled away from the burger joint. She and Lisa were sipping their tea, while I sat naked, wet and horny in the back seat. I felt like such a dope! Do I just sit here and act like nothing is out of the ordinary? Do I act calm and strike up a conversation? Should I try to cover up? My head was swimming! God, I hope we are headed home now. After another 10 minutes, we finally drove into the driveway of our apartment house and Kim and Lisa began to get out. I said, "What about my clothes?" Kim said, "They are in the trunk. I'll get them. Here are the keys. You go unlock the door for us and we'll be right in." I should have known this wasn't over yet. I took the keys from Kim and scanned around for anybody that might see. The coast seemed to be clear, so I swung the car door open and made a mad dash from the car to the front door! The porch light was on, so I was going to have to do this fast. I certainly didn't want any of the neighbors to see! Fumbling with the keys, I tried to unlock the door, but the house key wasn't there. I yelled, "Where's the key?" Kim giggled and said, "Oops, my mistake, I guess I still have it. I'll be there in a sec." There were headlights from a car coming down the street. I had to make a choice. Do I wait for Kim in hopes that she would come before the car gets there, or do I try to hide. I figured Kim would take her sweet time, so I dashed around the corner of the house to hide by some bushes. This left me a little exposed to the neighbor's behind, but it was dark and they were quite a ways away. I saw Kim walking up to the front door, but the car had not gone past yet. Just when the car passed, I made a break for the door, only to see it shutting behind Kim. SHE LOCKED IT BEHIND HER! I pounded on the door, but there was another car coming, so I ran back around the corner again. I spotted Lisa recording this on her phone. She said, "I'll open the door and tell you when the coast is clear." She walked up to the door and I heard it open. Peeking around the corner, I could see 2 more sets of headlights coming down the street. Lisa yelled, "OK, come now, the door is closing in 5 seconds." I had no choice but to go now or who knows how long I would be out here. I bolted from around the corner toward the brightly lit front porch completely naked. The 2 cars were right at our apartment and easily spotted the naked girl running to the door. Both cars started honking and yelling crude things. Lisa was slowly closing the door, but I got there just in time to wedge myself in. Kim had my clothes and handed them to me. She said I could put them on if I wanted, but it was almost time to go to bed, so there wasn't much use. It was now almost 11:00. I had been naked in public for about an hour and a half now! I took the clothes and put them in the laundry room. When I returned to the living room, Kim and Lisa were watching TV and I went to sit with them on the couch. My heart was still pounding. Kim asked, "Did you have fun tonight?" In a pouting voice I replied, "No that was so humiliating and embarrassing!" "But it made you hot, didn't it?" Lisa said. I didn't respond, so Kim said, "Well, let's just see." She reached over and pulled my knees apart, exposing my pussy. She lightly ran her fingers first through my pubic hair and then up and down over my slit and clit. That about sent me into orbit! My hips shot up off the couch to meet her fingers. I shook again as Kim raised her dripping fingers up to show Lisa and said, "Yep, she is like Niagara Falls down there." Lisa said, "Yeah, and look at her nipples, they are hard as diamonds." She flicked at my nipples, which made them even harder. "Just admit you love it," Kim said, "It's not like it isn't completely obvious." I reluctantly said, "I guess it makes me feel really excited, but it is sooo scary! I can't understand why it makes me so hot." Kim and Lisa stripped down to their panties and continued to lightly stroke my pussy and tease my nipples for another 20 to 30 minutes as we watched TV. Kim looked super sexy in her silky white bikini panties and Lisa looked hot in her light blue thong. Both had sexy tan lines, long legs and very smooth skin. They had become really good at teasing me to the edge of orgasm, but always seemed to know when to stop to deny me release! We weren't lesbians, but all of us enjoyed the touching and playing, and I could see definite wet spots in Kim and Lisa's panties. I guess that sounds a lot like lesbians, but all of us liked guys too. I was drifting off into my own consciousness when suddenly, I tensed up and began twitching in orgasm! Kim and Lisa hugged me for a couple of minutes until the spasms subsided. Lisa said, "We better get to bed, we all have classes tomorrow." We went on with our "normal" lives the rest of the week. On Wednesday, I saw Matt in my Lit class again and we had a nice conversation. I didn't say anything about the events of Tuesday night. Somehow, I just couldn't bring myself to talk to him about it, even though he knew the situation and had seen me naked. He didn't say anything about the arrangement between my roommates and him either, but I could kind of sense he wanted to bring it up. On Saturday morning when I got up, Kim said they had spoken to Matt and he was coming over at 7 pm to talk to us. Kim said, "Don't worry, we don't have any wild adventures planned." That eased my mind a little. But could I trust them? At around 7:00, the doorbell rang and Lisa let Matt in. He brought a pizza from his work. Kim and Lisa invited him into the living room and told me to go talk with him. Matt asked me what was going on and I told him I had no idea. Meanwhile, they went into the kitchen and brought beers for everyone. We all sat in the living room eating pizza and drinking beer and making small talk. When we had finished the pizza, Kim said, "Matt, we brought you here to discuss our arrangement with Missy. As you know, she likes to get naked in front of strangers." I began to blush again. Lisa chimed in, "We have agreed to let you tag along on some of our adventures in exchange for you providing protection for us to make sure nobody gets hurt or in trouble. The only real rule we have is that you have no say in what happens and you can't interfere in any way. If you won't agree to this, we can do without you. Do you agree to our rules?" Matt said only, "O-ok." Kim turned on the TV and Lisa said to Matt, "Actually, we had a little adventure earlier this week. We didn't need your help on this one." Then the picture came up on the TV and it was video from outside the home improvement store! Ooooh noooo, they were going to show Matt the video from Tuesday night! I buried my head in my hands in shame. I asked if I had to be there while they watched. Kim said, "Of course you do, you are the star of the show! In fact, why don't you get naked for us while we watch?" I said, "Uuuuugh, really?" Matt tried to stick up for me, "You don't have to Missy, I don't mind." Lisa yelled, "MATT STAY OUT OF THIS! Remember, you have no say. If you can't abide by that rule you can go home and we won't have you back." Matt didn't say anything else. All 3 of them just looked at me expectantly. So, while sitting on the couch, I slowly began to lift my shirt. Kim said, "Stand up and give us a show." I stood and finished removing my shirt, exposing my white half cup bra. Next, I pulled at the button of my shorts and pulled the zipper down. I was having trouble getting the tight shorts over my hips, so Lisa said, "Matt, why don't you give her a hand with the shorts." Matt got up and came over to me. He looked me straight in the eyes as if to ask my permission, and I gave him an almost imperceptible nod. He reached out hesitantly, grasped the waistband of my shorts, knelt in front of me, and slowly tugged at them as I wriggled my hips until they finally came free. Matt held them as I stepped out of them one leg at a time. His stare was focused on the mound under my silky, white panties. I hesitated again, and Kim said, "Keep going...this shouldn't be that hard. Matt here has already seen you naked and it is just us." While that was true, Matt had become a good friend to me, and he was super cute! It was kind of like stripping in front of your crush and getting nothing in return. I didn't know if Matt was thinking I was a moron, if he was disgusted by it, or if he was turned on. I knew I had to get on with it, so still blushing, I unclasped my bra, pulled it off and threw it onto the pile. My nipples shot to attention. Matt, Lisa and Kim were all staring at me in silence. Next, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the panties and inched them down until they puddled at my feet. I flicked them onto the pile of my other clothes with my toe. Matt was still kneeling in front of me, his eyes now transfixed on my nicely manicured bush and pussy! It felt like I had been standing like this for an hour while Matt stared between my legs! I said meekly, "what now?" in an attempt to end the awkward situation, not really wanting to know the answer. Kim said, "Come sit." I went and sat on the couch in between Kim and Lisa. Matt was in the recliner next to the couch. Kim and Lisa were lightly stroking my legs as the video began to play. I was really uncomfortable and embarrassed to be naked in front of Matt, Lisa and Kim, getting ready to watch a video of me naked in public places. But, as usual, I felt the telltale trickle beginning in my pussy! I couldn't understand how feelings of shame and embarrassment were always accompanied by my pussy juicing. I seemed to want to cover myself at the same time I wanted to have anyone and everyone come see my naked body! The video continued to play while Matt was focused on watching Kim and Lisa run their hands over my body. The video reached the point where I began stripping off my clothes in the back of the store. Lisa motioned for Matt to look at the screen. Hi eyes grew wide as he was watching me strip in the store! He would take a quick glance my way every once in a while. I guess he had a hard time deciding what to look at, me getting naked in a store, or me naked in the living room. When I had gotten down to my bra and panties in the video, I could plainly see the terror in my eyes and I started to have that feeling of nerves and dread well up in me again. Even though I knew what was going to happen, it was like it was happening all over again! I watched the video closely for anybody who may have spotted me, but didn't see anyone. As the bra came off and the panties began sliding down my legs in the video, I suddenly became extremely aroused again, sitting there nude on the couch between my fully clothed roommates and Matt. I could feel the juices run even more now. Once I was completely naked in the video and darting around the back of the store, I glanced over at Matt and he was just staring at the TV in stunned silence. My heart was thumping again as I watched myself asking Derek, the store clerk, for help. You couldn't really hear what was being said on the video. Lisa was probably too far away. I just realized, I never did see Lisa recording the whole time I was in the store. There was too much else to think about. The video showed Derek getting a selfie with me. Just then, Lisa said, "Ok you guys, pay close attention to what happens here." Oh no, this is where Derek asked if he could touch me! Derek reached out and brushed my nipples a few times with the back of his hand and then reached down to my pussy and ran his fingers back and forth through my pubic hair, lips and over my distended clit. You could clearly see me trembling in orgasm on the video as Derek brought his soaking fingers up to his face to examine the wetness on them. Kim erupted, "OOOOH SHIT, YOU CAME RIGHT THERE IN THE STORE!" I was as red as a fire engine sitting there naked. And I felt like I was close to cuming again. Kim and Lisa's ministrations on my naked body were more intense as the intensity on video ratcheted up. Matt was still just watching intently and simply said, "Whoa, that's hot." He turned to look at me and a heat wave rolled over my whole body and I began shaking again as another orgasm washed over me. Kim said, "you're cuming again aren't you?" I couldn't respond. Lisa got down on the floor in front of me while Kim stayed on the couch and put her arm around me. Lisa said, "Matt, come over here and see this." Matt came over and sat on the floor in front of me with Lisa. I was now sitting on the couch with my feet up on the edge of the cushion and my knees up by my chest. Lisa put her hands on my knees and slowly began to pull my legs open. I was embarrassed beyond belief, sitting on the couch naked in a room with 3 fully clothed people. Now my legs were being pried apart to expose my gushing pussy to a cute guy who I was beginning to like a lot. When Lisa got my legs splayed wide open, she said, "Look how wet she is Matt. And can you smell that?" Matt responded only with a soft, "Uh huh." Kim began rubbing my breasts and plucking at my nipples that were aching now. Lisa ran her fingers through my pubic hair and lightly stroked my pussy. I was on FIRE! Then, Lisa asked Matt if he wanted to get closer and touch my pussy. He asked me, "Is that ok Missy?" Before I could even respond, Lisa said, "She has no say in this." I would have agreed anyway. I was so hot, I had a desperate need to be touched. Dealing with that touch coming from a guy I liked while he was fully dressed and I was naked and close to another orgasm would have to wait for later. Lisa was holding my legs open and Matt scooted up close. He began to run his fingers through my pubic hair as he had seen Lisa doing. Kim continued her ministrations to my nipples. My body was absolutely quivering! Slowly, Matt began working my pussy more and more. He was now running a slick finger up and down the length of my slit and over my clit. He rubbed his finger in circles around my distended clit and that was it! My body began to quake as I bucked into orgasm yet again. Matt continued to tickle my clit and all of a sudden, with an audible "glup," a thick, nearly clear ball of cum about the size of a golf ball burst out of my pussy onto Matt's hand. He said, "Awesome," and withdrew his hand, holding it up for all of us to see. In the palm of his hand was my fluid -- like a handful of shampoo. He delightedly poured the liquid from one hand to the other as he marveled at what had just happened. I was extremely embarrassed, but didn't care at that moment as I was still shivering through the end of my orgasm. Kim and Lisa were silent, just taking in the amazing sight in front of them. Matt took his hand and poured the cum on my belly, just below my bellybutton and let the thick liquid run down through my pubic hair and over my pussy lips. Strangely, this felt really erotic and almost put me over the edge again! My heart was pumping hard and I was practically gasping for breath. All 4 of us sat right where we were in silence for about 10 minutes as I regained my composure. Suddenly, I felt REALLY humiliated and brought my knees together and buried my head in Kim's chest in shame. Kim said, "Oooooh, are you shy? There's nothing to be embarrassed about. That was hot as hell!" Matt said, "Yeah. I'm sorry if you are embarrassed, but that was sooo coooool." Lisa just giggled softly. Finally, Kim said, "Ok, I think that is enough for the night, we'll leave you 2 alone to do whatever you want." Kim and Lisa got up to go upstairs and I glanced over at the TV and saw it was just snowy. The video of me in the store had ended long ago. After my roommates had gone upstairs, Matt got up from the floor and sat beside me on the couch. His shorts had a huge tent and there was a large wet spot on the front. He put his arm around my shoulder and I put my head down on his shoulder. Matt asked if I was ok. I said, "I'm OK, just super embarrassed. Oh jeez, I'm sitting here naked talking to you! This is so weird." He said, "I can't imagine how you feel, but if it makes you feel any better, I think you are really hot and sexy. This was freaking HOT!" Neither of us knew what to do at that point, so we just sat there for a few minutes. Finally, I said, "I need to go get cleaned up." Matt seemed a little disappointed as I'm sure he was aching for some action, but I just needed to be alone and gather my senses. He said, "OK, I'll see you later," and he leaned over and tenderly kissed me on the cheek as he got up to go home. After Matt let himself out, I got up off the couch and saw a huge wet spot left behind by orgasms. We're going to have to have the couch cleaned, I thought to myself with a little internal giggle. On still wobbly legs, I made my way upstairs to my bedroom. I was too worn out to shower, so I just fell down onto my bed and thought about the events of the evening. I had several orgasms and my body was still tingling wonderfully. This was so humiliating, but I was really beginning to enjoy the sexual release I got out of it. In fact, I'm not sure I could do without that release now. I was exhausted and slowly drifted off to sleep.

My Identity Was Discovered by AdelaideNurse Blackmailed, displayed, humilated and handcuffed. I've been caught. My last story, 'Her second foray into forced exhibitionism' gave away too much information and I've been found out. It happened when I got home from my last night shift for the month, ready for another 'adventure'. I hadn't planned something as over the top as my previous adventures. I had vowed never again. I had bought a set of remote control butterfly vibrating panties, and had planned to go shopping while wearing them. No exposure, no keys locked in the car, but still outdoor orgasms. I had an haircut appointment, and was looking forward to a having my hair shampooed and massaged by the good looking apprentice (she has the best tits on a 18 year-old I've ever seen). I was showering as usual, part-way through masturbating and fantasising about the apprentice when the was a loud hammering at the door. This was one of the knocks that makes you answer. It was loud and insistent. Was there a fire or something? I turned off the taps, dried my hair briefly (the knocking repeated itself), wrapped the towel around myself (large bath towel, very modest) and answered the door. It was my cousin, whom I shall call Mary. Mary is a second year Nursing student. I've helped her out with some of here studies earlier in the year, but she's pretty bright and didn't really need much help. Maria looks nothing like me (none of my family do - I'm adopted), she's a largish girl with dark hair and dark olive complexion that shows her Greek heritage. Mary pushed pass me. 'Umm, Hi.' I offered. 'Thought I'd catch you in the shower.' She replied turning on her heels as I closed the door, 'masturbating about your next naked adventure, Adelaide Nurse?' I was stunned. Oh my god, she KNEW! 'Oh yes,' She continued 'you are mine for the day.' Mary sauntered over to me and started to open my towel. 'You will do exactly as I tell you for the next 24 hours or a certain successful businessman gets copies of your stories.' 'You can't' I protested 'please.' I pleaded. Mary, pulled off my towel and I stood before her naked. 'I want you.' she said, 'The other cousins know you swing both ways. So do I. Why do you think I got help with that stupid essay? I don't need your help. I wanted to be with you and now I've got you just where I want you.' 'But..' I protested, but it was cut short. Mary kissed me full on the lips and held my cheeks. This was all way too fast. She drew back and licked her lips. 'Not bad, but you'll do better by the end of the day.' I was shaking, 'But...' I protested again. 'Shhh,' Mary said, putting her finger to my lips, 'don't be scared, I'm not going to make you run around naked, I'm not going to hurt you - you'll like this, trust me. I promise. Just do as I say - Or Else!' Mary marched into my bedroom 'What fun do we have today? Oh goody!' On my bed where the vibrating panties and haircut appointment card. I'll leave out the next bit where I pleaded and sobbed. It's not very good reading and sort of kills the story. Mary promised not to show my Dad the stories, and I promised to have an 'adventure' with her. You could say we met half-way. Probably more on her side, but she was holding all the aces. Mary wanted me in my school uniform that I mentioned in my last adventure. To recap, it was originally my Primary School uniform. It's very short. It's impossible to sit down without showing your underwear and you can't raise your arms without showing your underwear. I had also sewn up the button holes to bellow my breasts. It was very tight and anyone looking could get glimpses of nipples. I pleaded, but Mary threatened me with an almost transparent chemise as an alternative. I slipped on the dress, the panties, some white sneakers and short socks and was ready. Mary had the controls. I had used the panties before. At the end of the last night shifts I walked up and down Rundle Mall with them. I even had an orgasm while looking at my reflection in a glass window. Only at the time, I was wearing a long skirt and had the controls. Mary took my car and drove into the city. On the way she stopped outside my Dad's business and office. 'Now who's in charge?' She asked and turned on the vibrator. 'Please.' I replied, but she turned up the vibrator. 'Not here.' We were parked in the car park, there were people walking by. While I wouldn't expect my Dad to come out the front, it was possible. 'Play with your tits.' Mary commanded. 'Do it'. I squeezed my breasts. I love my breasts, I don't have a lot, but they feel great to me. My nipples get so hard and just so incredibly sensitive. 'Let's see them then, squeeze those nipples. Harder.' I gave a moan as I opened my dress to expose my breasts. Mary turned up the vibrator another notch, it wasn't on full yet. 'Put these on'. Mary placed a pair of glasses on my head. They were large wrap around sunglasses that had been painted black on the inside - very effective blindfolds. When we had arrived there were a few people walking through the car park. There wasn't anyone visible when I put the glasses on, but now I wouldn't know if anyone walked past 'Undo your buttons, I want your dress open.' Mary helped me to undo the dress, it was completely open and she had me completely exposed (apart from the vibrating panties). 'Put your hands behind the head rest.' I reached behind my head, all I could feel was the panties. With a jolt Mary turned them on full, I knew I wouldn't last long. 'Whose in charge?' She asked again. 'You are' I panted. I don't think I can come sitting! I think I have to have my legs and hips straight. I found myself stretching out, lifting my bum off the seat to get my body straight as I approached orgasm. God I was close, but I needed more. I needed someone to touch my nipples, or anything really. This was too quick, the stimulation too sudden. 'Are you my slut?' Asked Mary. 'Yes, yes, I'm your slut' Then I came, bucking my hips up and down, swinging on the headrest. It was an incomplete orgasm, purely vaginal really, but an orgasm none the less. Mary turned off the panties and removed my glasses. There was no one else in the car park. Mary was grinning like a mad woman. 'That was fantastic. Now do your dress up girl, let's go get some breakfast.' She gave me another big kiss and fondled my breasts - if only she had done that twenty seconds ago! She started the car and headed for the city as I frantically did up the buttons as we merged into the morning traffic. We parked in the Myer centre, right in the middle of the city. We caught the lift down to Rundle Mall and headed up to McDonalds on Rundle Street. We were there during the New Year sales week. There were a lot people and I thought I would get stared at consistently. There we were pushing through the crowds, one 'little girl' wearing a school dress, open to below her breasts and barely covering here panties, one 'larger girl' with skin tight jeans and a blouse that showed plenty of ample cleavage. Despite being younger than me, Mary looks like a very hot 'real woman', while I was looking like a trashy 'lolita'. I forgot to mention, Mary did my make-up before I left. Normally I rarely wear make up. I think Mary used way too much, but had to admit that I looked like I wanted sex (which was her announced aim). Actually the staring wasn't so bad. The mall was so crowded that people walking towards me only grabbed a quick glimpse before they went past - if they noticed at all. We got to McDonalds. Mary ordered two big breakfasts and she selected a table at the back. I had been expecting her to sit me at the front by the glass wall, but she was going to make things easy for me. I was actually quite relaxed, rather tired from the night shift, but getting my 'second wind'. As we ate we chatted freely about literotica. As it turned out we both stated reading it at about the same time. We both enjoyed 'TheSparkZone' and Keiko. They were major inspirations for my earlier adventures. We both enjoyed the bondage genre, I confessed to loving the idea of having to 'ride the pony'. We discussed what we physically liked. I talked about how sensitive my nipples get, and how I had only just realised that I need to have my lets and hips straight. Mary told me how she loved a big wide cock or dildo. She was apparently a big girl down there. Mary also loved anal sex, and was surprised that I'd never tried it. I was actually very innocent compared to Mary. She'd had more women and men than I had by quite a large margin, and she was four years my junior! Mary felt I need to get out more. She planned to take me to some of the more outrageous parties and 'show me off'. She said they were very safe places, so somehow I trusted her. Mary spoke a lot about her recent 'coming out'. Her parents were not happy, and Christmas had not been a pleasant time. She still liked men and still had sex with them. She just preferred women. It was a really, really nice chat. I had been close to Mary years ago, and we just 'clicked'. I had honestly forgotten what I was wearing. Actually, perhaps what I was wearing took me back to older times, although I usually had more normal underwear and the buttons done up! We finished breakfast and Mary decided it was time to go. 'Let's play' she said. 'Just trust me, or else...' We walked to a nearby park, and Mary sat me down on a bench right in the middle. It was less crowded here, but there were still a lot of people walking through. I was being noticed more. The panties were turned on again. Mary told me to stay still, while she walked around the bench. Suddenly she said 'Smile for the camera!' and started taking photos with her phonewhile turning the vibrator up a couple of speeds. 'No photos' I protested, but it was too late. 'No moving' replied Mary, pushing me back down on the bench. 'Stay still.' I sat there getting hotter and hotter. Some teenagers had noticed the commotion and had decided to slow down as they walked past. Typical of younger teenagers, they blatantly looked, while trying to act as if they weren't blatantly looking. Mary was typing on her phone. Then she stopped. 'All sent.' She announced. 'What?' I exclaimed, 'To who?' 'You'll see', replied Mary, 'Just do as I say and they won't go any further'. She turned up the panties, they must have been on full now. I was getting close, there were a lot of people walking through. I was just bringing my legs out straight and the panties were turned off. 'Damn,' I thought. 'she knows when I'm going to come.' 'Let's jog.' announced Mary, and took off running. I followed, still panting from almost coming. Running always attracts attention, especially when everyone can see your underwear. For a larger girl, Mary was quite fit and I had trouble keeping up. By the time we reached Victoria Square I was panting heavily, Mary looked fine. She got me to sit down on a bench again and turned the panties on low. 'Let's catch a tram to Glenelg.' She said. 'A bit of topless bathing, can you imagine it? I'll rub some oil into your breasts while you come and come in front of everybody.' 'But you can't go topless at Glenelg.' I protested. 'It's illegal.' 'Plenty of people do it, god your such a prude.' Mary turned up the vibrator. I wasn't going to take long. 'Maybe I'll make you sunbathe completely naked and take more photos. You thought Maslins was hot!' Mary got out her phone again. Standing up she instructed me to show my tits, and turned up the panties more. There I was, in the centre of the city, wearing a Primary School girls dress, holding it open to show my breasts as my cousin took photos. I was just about to come and damn! She turned off the panties. Mary sent the photos again. 'Excellent.' She said, and showed me the photos. They looked pretty hot. The expression on my face was a mixture of horror and ecstasy. 'Can we go somewhere else?' I asked. This was far too exposed for me, Victoria Square is very open and there were people everywhere. Dozens of people had seen me expose myself. 'Yeah, I've decided against the beach. Besides you've got a haircut to get. I'll meet you outside your hairdresser's in 15 minutes.' With that Mary sprinted off again. I felt the panties start up again on their lowest setting. My hairdressers was only 5 minutes walk away so I wondered what she was up to. I took my time walking a slow looping route to the hairdressers. The panties were keeping me hot, but just sort of 'interested', not really building up or anything. I got a lot of stares and smiles from the men I passed. I got to the shop early and just walking slowly up and down out the front. Finally Mary arrived. 'All ready? Lets go', she turned up the panties a notch and we entered the shop. I didn't know how I was going to cope with this. My hairdresser (or stylist) is part of a large chain. It's quite a funky place, with loud music and lots of stainless steel and mirrors. I approached the counter while Mary sat down and grabbed a magazine. I had arranged for just a trim. 'My usual' I told the apprentice as I sat on low chair under the washbasin. I'm not sure if the what happened next was heaven or hell. Mary kept changing the speed on the panties as I squirmed in my seat. The apprentice (we'll call her Kate), was doing magic things with her fingers in my hair as I stared at her cleavage in the mirrors. Kate is very blond, with over-styled curly hair. She was wearing a tight, tight singlet without a bra. I could imagine myself bitting her nipples, or her bitting mine! I could not come. I had to get my legs straight, but couldn't while I was in this chair. Kate asked a few times if I was alright. I couldn't follow her inane small talk, fortunately it was basically a one way conversation. Walking to the higher stools to have my hair cut (sorry - 'styled'), I could feel my thighs were wet, fortunately, Kate had put one of those black ponchos over me so I felt much less naked than I had recently. Mary turned off the panties as I stood up - just as well as I don't think I could have walked otherwise. As soon as I sat down on the stool they started up again. I was very flushed and still squirming. Fortunately Kate prattled on regardless as Mary played with the controller. As Kate was finishing up, Mary approached the counter and called Kate over. The panties had been on high for what had seemed like hours and I was seconds away from orgasm. I stood up, stretched out, and Mary turned the panties off! The music was too loud to hear their conversation. I could see that it involved something to do with me and that Kate seemed pleased and agreed. She walked back grinning. 'Well aren't you a lucky girl.' Kate enthused. 'Your friend says she has an offer you can't refuse, she's shouting you a xxx wax!' Oh my god! I had shaved everything a few months ago, but only once and it had grown back to a short stubble. I followed Kate out the back, I saw Mary grinning madly, I knew I couldn't refuse. '...and I love the sexy schoolgirl look,' Prattled on Kate. 'it really suits you. Nickers off and jump up here.' I peeled off my panties while Kate went into another room. They were saturated. I put them on a chair which looked like it was there to have clothes put on it and climbed into the seat. The chair looked like something from a gynaecologists, only it was pink! I spread my legs and gave my pussy a quick rub, maybe I could come before Kate returns? Then I would be less sensitive! Oh god, I was so horny. Kate walked back into the room as I was again, seconds away from orgasm. 'Ok, lets start. Just lie back and try to...' Kate stared at my public region. It was slick with my pussy juices and my lips were fully open. My hand that had only just pulled away was also shiny. There was a very awkward silence. '...um, just try to relax'. Kate started to get the equipment she needed. I was desperate to come. I was worried that I would have an orgasm the minute she touched me. Kate used a small wooden applicator to apply some wax, starting on the outside. The warmth felt great, but being touched so close to where I wanted to be touched, but not being touched there was only making me hotter. She applied a cloth to the wax, pushed down, and again told me to just relax. Then, oh my god! The pain was just over the top! I had never been waxed before (I've always shaved my legs and pits). My hands flew to the wounded site and pushed down. After a time, Kate asked if I was ok to continue. I knew I had no choice, Mary was outside waiting. I said yes, and the procedure continued. The next one wasn't so bad, I think Kate used a shorter strip of fabric. As she worked her way closer to my vagina, I started getting excited despite the pain. The rubbing of the wax, the pressure as she applied the cloth, and then my rubbing, oh my god. I knew I wouldn't actually come in front of her but my god I was so horny, so desperate for release. Kate was silent throughout most of the waxing. Apart from the occasional confirmation if I was ready to go again, or asking me to move slightly, she said nothing. Her eyes were wider than normal. I couldn't work out if her slight smile was just a polite habitual posture, an attempt to cover her disgust, or if she was getting excited. To be honest I was too worked up to think about much. I was deeply embarrassed, and very turned on all at the same time. When she had finished, she poured some lotion on. 'Rub this in, it should soothe a bit.' She stood up and watched me rub it in. It felt great. I couldn't take my eyes off her, those fantastic tits of hers. I just wanted to bite them. The smoothness of my pussy, the soothing lotion, the relief. And then out of the blue, I came... I can sometimes be noisy when I orgasm, and this was one of those times. I was bucking my hips up and down, grunting and panting. I just kept rubbing faster and faster, it seemed to go on forever. And Kate just stood there, eyes wide, mouth gaping. When I had calmed down a bit, and stopped actually grunting, Kate told me that I could get dressed when I was ready and pay at the counter, turned and left the room. I couldn't believe what I had just done. I was so ashamed. I used the towel that I had been sitting on to wipe myself. The sensitivity was incredible! I pulled on my panties, which felt cold and wet and exited the room. Everyone looked at me. I had 'chosen' to orgasm during the silence between two songs, and everyone would have heard. Mary was beside herself, she met me in the middle of the room and gave me a huge kiss full on the lips. She held my head with both hands and gave me a huge pash. I stood there with my hands at my side at first, and then I actually reached out and put my hands on her behind. Her ass actually felt pretty good. At last she stopped. 'I've already paid my love.' She announced to the room, and led me out by my arm. I was totally embarrassed. 'That was my regular hairdresser', I protested once we were outside. 'And will continue to be so,' replied Mary 'in fact I've made another appointment for next week - did you know they do piercings?' I was about to continue protesting when Mary broke into a jog again. 'Come on, much to do.' she called as she ran off. I ran after her, I had no choice. Even without being turned on, the panties were stiffer than a normal pair and the jogging was causing them to rub over my over-sensitive pussy. Rundle Mall was just around the corner and we were soon having to slow to a walk due to the crowds. Without warning Mary turned the vibrator on full. 'No, I cried.' Almost dropping to my knees. Mary stood in front of me. 'It's too much', I was panting, I didn't know what to do. 'Please no, it hurts!' 'Then take them off.' Mary replied. 'What?' 'Take them off. Or I leave the on for the rest of the day.' I looked around. We were in the middle of the mall, people walking past us on either side. I squatted down and pulled off the panties. Mary turned them off and took them from me, placing them in her large handbag. My pussy was quivering. The fresh air felt almost as bad as the vibrations. Mary smiled and continued walking. I followed. People must have seen what I had done, but I didn't look at anyone in the crowd. I tried to only look at Mary. I felt very vulnerable. I was in broad daylight, being led around my a deranged woman with a dress that stopped millimetres below my pussy, and open at the front to below my breasts. Mary was looking for something, or someone. Then she found them. Occupying a group of seats in the mall was a group of boys. Probably just finished high school. All acne, testosterone and no brains. Mary asked me if I knew how to plat my hair. 'Of course.' I replied. She handed me a hair tie from her bag. 'I want you to stand by that post, facing the boys and plat your hair. I'll be standing behind them. Keep working on your hair and looking at me until I wave at you.' I felt a lump in my throat. I knew the minute I raised my arms I would uncover my baldness. 'Watch me and I'll demonstrate what I want, the hotter you look, the quicker this will be for you.' Mary started to walk off. 'And don't forget the photos!' She called with a laugh. Mary took up her position behind the boys. They were busy chatting and laughing and with the busy crowd they didn't notice me approach the lamp post. Mary was grinning like a maniac. I was only about six metres in front of the five boys. Mary reached up with her arms and started to pretend to plat her hair, arms up high. I did the same. The dress rose clear above my pussy. Everything was on show. I would have been shiny down there, I could feel my lips tingling with the exposure, I could feel my ass out on clear display. First one boy noticed. He nudged the boy next to him and within seconds I had their full attention. The boys were almost drooling, it was obvious I was doing this for them. I could see bulges of varying sizes amongst them. Their young faces were in awe. They were very cute boys, the sort that mothers dream of their daughters bringing home and I was giving them a show they would never forget. Mary was mouthing something at me I couldn't quite understand. Then she moved her legs and I caught it. She wanted me to spread my legs! 'Oh God' I thought as I moved my feet apart. I could see Mary indicating more, so I spread them more - about two feet apart. Mary then leant back, I copied, 'Oh my God' I thought. I could feel a bead of juice running down the inside of my left thigh. One of the boys was rubbing himself through his pants, the rest were motionless, mouths wide open. My hair was very poorly platted, really it was just sort of pulled back with a tie on it. But mercifully, Mary waved and walked off. I tried to casually walk off as well but ended up almost tripping over my own feet. I was so horny I could hardly think or walk. I didn't look back at the boys, I just caught up to Mary who beside herself. 'That was fantastic, I can get you to do anything!' We left Rundle Mall and headed down Kintore Ave. (for the locals) towards the Torrens River. As soon as we crossed North Tce., Mary broke into a jog again. I followed, only I knew that everyone could see my shaved pussy as I ran. The footpath along Kintore Ave is narrow, and the people coming towards me, and the people I passed couldn't miss that I was bald as a badger. The men that were coming toward me all turned as I past them. Mary was much faster than me, so they all had a great view as I approached. I wanted to die, and yet I was still excited. I think part of the reason that I felt excited was that this wasn't my fault. You see, I felt I had no choice. It wasn't really me doing this, I had become a sort of an out of body exhibitionist! Mary took a right turn into the University of Adelaide. It was essentially closed at this time of year. She stopped running and I caught up to her. 'Ready for a rest?' she asked. 'Please,' I panted. 'this is too much, you're not being fair'. I was starting to sob, but Mary was having none of it. After a short walk in which we only saw a couple of people (and yes they stared at me), we entered a building and climbed some stairs. We came to the door of a set of toilets. Male toilets! Mary opened the door and called out. 'Cleaning lady!' There was no reply and we entered. Mary pushed me into a large cubicle designed for wheelchair access. 'Strip' she said. I stripped. 'At last,' I thought. 'we're going to have sex.' God did I want to have sex! Mary pushed me against the wall and produced a pair of handcuffs from her handbag. They were still in the plastic wrapping - this must have been what she bought when we separated. 'Arms up'. I put my arms up and Mary handcuffed me to a pipe high up on the wall. I was stretched out, but not uncomfortable. 'Great,' I thought. 'kinky sex!' Mary then showed me a bottle of baby oil. The strories I posted on Literotica had chronicled how I love oil. She poured a generous amount over me and I groaned, god it felt good, god I was hot. She rubbed the oil into my breasts - I thought my nipples might burst! She coated my hair and face, my back, my ass, oh god, my legs and last she touched my pussy. She slid a finger slowly in and out. 'You like that?' She asked. I just groaned, I wanted this so much. Then she stood back and started taking photos with her camera again. I didn't even protest! I just wanted her fingers back. 'Ok,' She said, picking my dress off the floor and stuffing them in her handbag. 'just stay here while I go shopping.' 'What! You can't!' 'But I can, and I will. I can close this door from the outside. You just better hope no one comes in.' I continued protesting, but Mary just smiled, walked out and closed the door (it has a lock that can be opened or locked from the outside - presumably in case someone gets into trouble inside). Then the lights went out, and I heard the outside door close. Oh my god! I was handcuffed naked inside a male toilet. Plus I had been recently waxed, forced to exhibit myself, coated in baby oil and played with to almost coming. I was going to die, I knew it. My heart was pounding. I tried to get my hands out. No luck, the cuffs were on tight - not hurting, but I was not getting my hands out. I tried breaking the pipe, but that was clearly not going to happen. I reviewed my situation. Even if I could get free, I couldn't leave. I had to wait. Oh god! I was rubbing my thighs together, maybe I could get a decent orgasm, after all I didn't have anything else to do. I turned around and faced the wall and started rubbing my pussy against the smooth tiles. The wall was tiled up to my navel and offered very little friction. Above that, the wall was a course rendered type and very rough. My nipples were getting a great workout and I started getting really hot again. But I couldn't 'make it'! God how I tried, but I needed more. I needed something in between. I was going to go mad. The darkness was not helping. There was just the cold tiles, the rough wall and my desire to come. After a while I was just getting pissed off. I was slamming my hips into the wall in frustration, maybe I thought I could beat my pussy into orgasm, I don't know what I was doing, but I remember doing this when I heard the outside door open and the lights go on. I froze. Oh my god! I think I actually stopped breathing. I could feel every inch of my body break into goose bumps. I could feel a cold sweat mixing with the baby oil. I could feel the coarseness of the wall on my nipples and the cold metal handcuffs. It was not Mary. Alongside the pounding of my heart I could hear heavy male footsteps. Then I heard a zipper being undone. Then I heard the splash against the urinal. I started to breathe again - very slowly. I thought I was actually going to pass out with fear. The man urinated for an eternity and then zipped himself up. I heard the footsteps leave. He didn't wash his hands or flush 'dirty bastard' I thought to myself. He also didn't turn the light off. I almost started to cry, but didn't want to make any noise. Seeing the reality of my situation again was terrible. I hated Mary, and I hated myself. This wasn't me. This wasn't what I wanted. I pulled on the handcuffs again, but they were going nowhere - I was going nowhere. I had turned around facing the cubicle door. If I stretched out I could touch the wall on the left with my feet and just reach the toilet on the right. Didn't get me anywhere though... Mary told me later that I had been in the toilet for ninety minutes before she returned. I honestly had no idea. I heard her call. 'Cleaning lady' and sighed with relief. Whatever I had been feeling before was instantly replaced with joy - I was going to be free. 'Well,' She said, as she walked in swinging a Myers shopping bag. 'I can see from the lights you've had company, maybe I should do some more shopping and see if anyone finds you'. I was about to launch into a tirade of abuse, but this stopped me. She might not free me yet! I stayed quiet and managed a small grin. 'I've got some new clothes for you, but first I though you might like this...' Mary put down her bags and produced a good-size vibrator. Now Myer stock a lot of things, but I think she had been down Hindley Street again! 'Oh god' I said again, as Mary slowly inserted the eight-inch probe. This is what I needed. She withdrew it. 'Beg for me' She whispered. 'What?' 'Ask me to fuck you' 'Please fuck me.' I replied. 'Please fuck me, I need to come'. Mary made me keep begging as she slowly inserted and withdrew the vibrator. I couldn't believe how hot I was so quickly. I was almost at coming point within seconds. Then she turned on the vibrator and rammed it right in and out and high speed. I saw stars! Mary tells me that I yelled something fierce, but I don't remember yelling. I just remember coming. And coming and coming and coming. Even when I thought I was going to stop, Mary kept ramming the vibrator in and out so I just kept on coming. Eventually Mary stopped and withdrew the vibrator. I was trying to catch my breath, which was made difficult by Mary making me lick the vibrator clean. I was dizzy and didn't really know where I was or what I was doing. Mary stepped back, put away the vibrator and took some more photos with here phone. As I stood panting, hanging from the cuffs, she took photos and sent them. 'You've done well girl,' Mary announced. 'but you look like a mess. Let's get you cleaned up.' She unlocked the handcuffs and dragged me out into the main area of the toilet. I saw my self in the mirror. I did look a mess. My hair was everywhere, makeup smeared all over the place and the oil and sweat was not a good look. Mary filled a sink with water and pushed my head under. I couldn't believe what she was doing. Here I was stark naked in a male toilet and she wanted me to wash myself in the sink! Mary produced a cake of soap and face washer. She actually wanted me to properly clean myself. I was a bit timid - I was still stunned from the last orgasm and in shock at what she was doing. Mary impatiently grabbed the face washer off me and started soaping up my body. She had gone into 'Nurse Mode'. There was nothing erotic - just a practical cleaning that can only be done from someone who has worked in Nursing Homes. Out of the Myer's bag sprang a towel and I was towelled off. A hairbrush came from Mary's handbag and my hair was looking better. Mary packed away the towel and accessories. I just stood there naked and silent. I couldn't believe the day! Then suddenly Mary handed me something and said. 'Here's your clothes, get dressed and I'll meet you outside the building.' She then darted outside. As she left I noticed that she had needed to unlock the main door to the toilet - all the time she was washing me the door had been locked. I wasn't sure if I was angry at not knowing or relieved. I looked at the dress. It was an item of lingerie, a one piece dress with shoe string straps, ivory in colour. I struggled into it. It was very tight, very short. Too short, it failed to cover my pussy by an inch or so while barely covering my nipples. It wasn't transparent, but I was still damp from the wash and you could clearly see the outline of my nipples, but the main concern was it's length. I pulled and pulled but it wouldn't cover my pussy. Regardless, I left the toilet. Maybe I could beg Mary for some other clothes. Surely Mary had misjudged the length, after all I could get arrested for this dress! I was racing down the stairs. 'What if she takes me back the mall in this?' I thought. Then I saw my car! Mary had driven my car from the Myer's centre into the Uni. Mary was in the driver's seat. 'Climb in, do you like your dress?' We drove off back to my flat. Mary had thought about exhibiting me some more, but had wisely guessed that I needed to sleep. She tucked me up in bed (naked of course), kissed me tenderly and promised to be in touch soon. I fell quickly into a deep sleep. I awoke a short time later, to find someone on the bed. It was dark. I tried to move, but couldn't. I had been tied spread-eagled to the bed and blindfolded. I could feel the person on the bed was naked. I felt a tongue in my pussy. Then I could feel the person squatting over my face. I reached out with my tongue and touched her pussy. The person jumped and then sat down harder. She tasted rich, like a thick nectar. I drove my tongue in hard. She moaned. She sat back into my face and squeezed her thighs. I'm a small girl. Mary, and let's face it, it had to Mary at this stage, is a big girl. Big girl on top of small girl! I was in danger of suffocating. But I didn't care, I licked and sucked and tried to move my head about. Mary was sitting up and played with my pussy using her fingers. She would run her fingers around my lips and then pinch and pull them. The pinching and pulling hurt like hell, but this only made me thrash around more which would have stimulated her more. By now she was really grinding onto my face. I was just concentrating on try to breathe, Mary was just using my face as something to hump against. She had stopped playing with my pussy and was about to orgasm. Then she came. She squeezed so hard I thought my head was going to implode. Her cries of ecstasy made me want to come to. I started licking again, and wiggled my hips to try and entice her. Mary responded my climbing off. Apparently she likes to come once and that's it - she's done. She also doesn't want me to see her naked - hence the blindfold. She also loves to torment. Suddenly and without any warning my mouth was taped shut. Now I couldn't protest no matter what she did. Arms and legs spread. Blindfolded and now gagged. This was a dream and a nightmare. I should have expected what came next. First came the sound of rubber gloves. I stiffened and made inarticulate noises through the gag. 'Not that' I thought. But there was no stopping her. I felt a well lubricated finger enter my anus. With my legs tied so far apart I couldn't stop it. Then two fingers went in! It actually felt incredible. No pain at all! My pussy was on fire. I was breathing heavily through my nose. Then Mary withdrew her fingers and I was left frustrated again. Then something bigger and harder was pushing against my hole. This hurt! I tried to cry out as my anus stretched like it had never done before. I could feel it slide past my sphincter further and further in. I could feel myself stretching and it's girth increased. Then it narrowed and my anus closed around it. It was a butt plug. Mary had plugged me. Then without any announcement it started to slowly vibrate. I was still in pain, but now I was loving it. The vibrations were slow, like a very strong throbbing. Just enough to feel in my clitoris. Mary retreated from the bed and I lay writhing in ecstasy. About ten minutes later I was writhing in extreme frustration. The vibrations were driving me insane. I think if a blowfly had landed within ten centimetres of my clit I would have come, but there was nothing to drive me over the edge. I was truly going mad. I lost all track of time. What seemed a century later (probably only another ten minutes, maybe two) Mary removed my blindfold. She was fully dressed again, complete with her maniac grin. 'I'm going shopping again,' She announced. 'but I need the PIN number for this.' She held up my VISA card. 'You want to come. I want the PIN number. Give me the PIN number and I'll let you come - but I warn you. Give me the wrong number and everyone you've ever met get's to see these.' Mary held up a digital camera. Now she had high quality photos of me in addition to the phone pictures. 'Show me with your fingers, first number!' I gave her my PIN number. I just wanted to come, I didn't care what she did with my money or who saw the photos. I just need to come. 'Thank you.' Mary concluded, jotting down the number in a business like manner. 'See you when the shops shut'. She replaced the blindfold, then the vibrator when troppo. The vibrations were awesome, the strength was amazing and the speed! It was like a mixmaster in my ass. I heard my front door shut. She was going to leave me like this! The vibrations were almost too strong, the change too sudden. But then I came. It was another intense 'seeing stars' orgasm, then another, then another and then it kept going. I was trying to hold back, 'I could be like this for hours!' I thought. I was thrusting my hips and down like a demon possessed. I actually imagined that my bowel would fall out. Then the vibrations stopped and I heard laughter. The bitch hadn't even left my flat. She nibbled on my clitoris, which caused more shudders and then pulled out the vibrator. my anus offered no resistance as it came out, I was completely spent. Mary untied me and helped me to the bathroom to clean up. I needed help to walk! Then she tucked me in bed again. This time I slept unmolested until the following day. I awoke to find Mary still in my flat, she was making some changes to my wardrobe…

Megan and Jessie #2: Day at the Beach by Jappio Part 1 Today started out like most days that Jessie invites me to go somewhere with her, me in front of my mirror checking what I'd wear. I know it might be a futile effort, but I want to make sure I look my best when I'm with her. Maybe she'll eventually grow to like me just like I did with her. I also try to look good on every layer of clothing I have on, knowing how she can get some times when it's just us. If we weren't going to the beach, I'd probably be rummaging through my underwear drawer for something sexy. However with the beach as our destination, I wanted to make sure my suit was just right. I had specifically bought a new one this summer just in case I went swimming with her. The last few times though I didn't have the guts to wear it. Now I was again standing in front of my mirror, blushing as I looked myself over in this tiny suit. Just holding on by a few tightly tied strings, I was worried I was showing too much skin. I know I've been naked in front of Jessie before, but at the same time there would be other people around. Last few times we went to the beach, Jessie would be her usual self and wear skimpy little suits. I do adore her courage sometimes. She of course didn't seem to mind the stares I'd notice people giving her. I admit I get a little jealous seeing the guys on the beach eyeing her up. Today though I wanted to try and be brave like her, impress her, and maybe even titillate her a little. Ok, maybe not titillate, but a girl can dream, right? The suit though left plenty of flesh exposed. Of course my essentials were covered, but even if my nipples were hidden, the top left some of the skin of my breast out for viewing. I was worried that I'd have to shave a little to even wear the bottoms. Luckily it wasn't that skimpy, but any smaller and I'd probably have to. I suppose maybe I'm overreacting. The suit wasn't the most outrageous thing out there. I'm sure Jessie would be showing even more than me, but up until a year ago I'd still been wearing one pieces until Jessie forced me to get a couple bikinis. Now I was going out in a little string thing probably half the weight of those! I can't say I'm a fan of the strings either. They feel like they could quickly become the victim of Jessie's mischievous hands, just ready to let the light pieces of fabric fall to the ground in an instant. Oh, and then I'd be completely naked in front of her in no time flat, my whole body ready for anything she wanted. Oh if only she did want my body more... OH god, I have to clear my head. She wasn't even here and I was already starting to fantasize again. Besides a few of her own careless nipples slips, the last few times at the beach, she was actually well behaved and I was lucky to keep my suit on. Today should be no different; she wouldn't risk anything too much on a public beach! My text tone going off nearly made me jump out of my suit. Jessie was already here. I quickly got on my shorts and shirts over my bikini, grabbed my beach bag, and ran out to her car and got in. I almost lost my breath as I looked at her. She was indeed in a skimpier suit than me, and she didn't even bother to wear anything but that. So much of her body was already laid out for me to see, and we were still in town just in her car. "Like the new suit? Was going to maybe save it for a different day, but I wanted to try it on and couldn't convince myself to take it off." Wait, did she notice I was staring?! Also I was shocked to hear she couldn't convince herself to take it off clothing. "That suit makes you look great! I mean you normally look great, wait I mean," I was panicking already. It never is easy to give her compliments. I wanted to tell her she looked as gorgeous as a goddess at heart, but I knew I couldn't come on too strong. Now I was just messing up my words and probably looking like a real dork already. "Thanks Megs, you look killer in yours," She said back. I think my heart actually stopped. I know she was just being nice, but still to hear her say something like that was more than enough to make me happy. We could turn right back and just end the day like this and I'd be content. After that we went about our trip like any other. Talking about this and that, being the usual close friends we were. See as much as I want to tell her how I feel, to maybe get more between us, I also don't want to ruin moments like this. I really do like her, but I love our friendship. I'm not about to weird out our friendship over my crush. Part way through the drive, I wasn't really sure where she was going. I knew how to get to the beach, and this wasn't the right way. "Jess, where are we going?" "Oh I thought we'd try out a new beach. I read about it and it sounds just wonderful," Jessie said with a smile. That's my Jessie, always making up new plans and acting on random spur of the moment type ideas. I figured I could trust her decision though, picking a fun beach to go to sounded like something Jessie would be good at. As we got closer, the scenery was getting pretty nice. No longer were we in any cities or town, just nature all around us. I saw the sign coming up for the beach, and it wasn't much longer till we were in the parking lot. It didn't look like the beach would be too crowded. It was actually pretty out of the way, I'm surprised the trip took so long. We carried our things out to the beach and I have to say it was quite beautiful. The lake was sparkling, the sand looked so soft and smooth. Trees surrounded the lake making the whole place look like a private, little, natural paradise. People had their towels laid out, and a few were off swimming. I didn't even notice too many kids around. Jessie was good at picking a nice beach. "Finally here, race you to the beach!" Jessie said as she took off running. I chased after her but I slowed my pace as I watched her. That small suit of hers looked like it wouldn't even stay on her! I could see her butt bounce, and even a bit of sway of her breast at the side. I picked up my pace so she wouldn't notice how far I lagged behind. When I caught up to her she was already dropping her bag on the ground and sitting in the sand. I put my things down and sat next to her. We both just took a moment to take in the sites. "Wow, this place is beautiful," I commented. "Yep, not many places like this around here either. Took a bit of searching," Jessie explained as she got her towel out. I suppose she couldn't just sit and watch for too long, already set to get to tanning. My eyes nearly popped out when I saw her loosen the back string to her top and let it fall off to the side of her. "Jessie, what are you doing, you can't just go topless out here like this!" I whispered urgently to her. Although not a busy beach, we certainly weren't alone, nor hidden. "You're right, I can't be just topless," she giggled. I knew she had to be just quick teasing me. Now she'd surely get dressed and just relax. She didn't get dressed though. Her hands just went to the sides of her bottoms and got those pulled off her in a moment. She was sitting completely naked on the public beach! Looking around I could see someone was even looking at us now. They knew Jessie was naked! "You really are nuts. You're going to get us kicked out, someone already noticed!" "Megs, don't worry about it. It's a clothing optional beach," Jessie said. She then began to search her bag. Oh god, not a bit of clothing on her already. Her breast just hung out in the open as she was bending over. Her butt was sticking out into the open air. Again I was looking around and noticed the few glances we were getting. "Says right here, clothing optional. One of the only places for miles near us. There's even a sign over there." She said point it out. Sure enough this was apparently a clothing optional beach. "No one else is naked though. I mean aren't you worried about how you'll stick out?" I asked. "Let them look. It's flattering," she said. I still was in shock that she'd just strip naked in front of all these people. "Just relax and enjoy yourself. It's all open minds here, no one will mind or think you're weird if you go without your clothes." She said as she put her hands on my shoulder. She slowly laid me down on my stomach on my towel. "Now just hold still and I'll apply your sun screen. Today we're going to get fantastic tans," she bragged as I tried to do my best to relax. I really wanted to crane my neck up so I could look at her, but I knew I shouldn't leer too obviously. Remember how I said she could have had me naked in a few moments easily? Well looks like she wasn't afraid to do that out in the open on a beach after all. As I lay there, waiting to feel her hands rub some lotion into my back, she was untying my suit. All I could do was give out a yelp and ask what was going on. "All over tan Megs, might as well take this opportunity to get rid of some tan lines." She was acting far too easy going about it. I don't know how she thought I'd be ok with lying out with my whole naked back in view. Both bottoms and top were no longer tied on me, lying useless under my body. I was going to tie them back up to cover up, but I suddenly felt Jessie's hands rubbing the tanning lotion into my skin. For a moment I forgot what was going on. Her hands are so smooth and soft. The way she moved her hands was so sensual, or at least in mind it was like that. I suppose if she was just sitting around naked, I could have my butt out. I mean everyone has a butt, and mines no different from anyone else's. I also wanted to impress Jessie too. If I put my suit back on, she'd think I'm some pathetic little girl too embarrassed to show her booty off. Her hands were traveling lower on my body too now. I realized where her hands were heading to. Next in line after my back would be my butt! Would she actually apply the lotion there? I mean we were only friends in her mind, and that is sort of a sensitive area, right? I could hear a part of me cheering her on though, hoping her hands would grab hold of my cheeks. I shivered as I felt her finger tips glide over the beginning of my crack. She pushed the lotion into my cheeks. I felt I could melt in her hands. I had been waiting for a day like this for awhile now, and I never would have dreamed it'd be out on a public beach like this. I didn't dare look around though. I knew that people would probably take notice of the girl rubbing down another naked girl, but I didn't want to know for sure. I really wanted to just soak in this moment. I did feel guilty though. I knew Jessie didn't attend for this to be this sensual. Yet, what she didn't know wouldn't hurt, right? All too quickly though her hands were already now at the bottom of my cheeks. I guess since she wasn't trying to be sexy, it doesn't take long to apply sunscreen to a butt. I did yelp silently when I felt her hands move between my legs. I could feel her rubbing lotion into my thighs. I suppose she wanted to make sure I didn't get burned, but I was still embarrassed. Her hands had come so close to an even more sensitive location. I also worried that with her hands and eyes focused there, she could probably even see my lips too! Her hands left my erogenous zones shortly after that. After finishing up my legs I was both happy and sad to know it was over. I was tingling all over after that. It's hard to admit, but at that point I told myself, "I'm going to be busy in bed tonight." Now I thought things would be over. I figured I'd be able to continue to hide naked in plain sight and just work on my tan. Yet Jessie asked in, "could you get to mine now?" She had set the bottle down next to my head as she went to lie on her stomach. My heart was beating fast now. Did she essentially just ask me to feel her up all I like? Well no, she didn't ask that, she of course didn't mean that. Yet she did ask that I put lotion over her entire back area. I looked around as I grabbed the bottle. To get the honor of doing this for her, I'd be taking a big risk too. I couldn't just lie on my stomach anymore and hide my front side. I'd have to kneel over Jessie, my body out for anyone to see. "It's a clothing optional beach, nothing weird about it Megan. You can do this. Jessie didn't mind doing it. No one made a scene. This is a once in a lifetime chance," I was telling myself. I got up on my knees, an arm slung over my chest, my other holding the bottle. I shuffled over to Jessie. I looked around. I saw one or two people who were looking this way, but didn't look like they were watching intently, just glancing. I looked down at Jessie. She had her head resting on her arms, her eyes were closed, as if ready to take a nap. She did look very beautiful lying in the sunlight. "Megan, just do it. She was nice enough to get yours, time to pay her back," I reasoned with myself again. I forced my arm away from my breast as I began to squeeze sunscreen into my hand. I knew my breast were now just out in the open, yet I knew if I continued to look around, it would make my bashfulness too obvious. I had to just ignore where I was and get this job done. I began on her shoulder blades and worked my way all around the usual areas. Nothing was too weird yet. Just being a helpful friend. I got more and more nervous the lower I got. I was worried of how well I could control myself. I knew I shouldn't do anything weird, that I should just quick apply the lotion and be done. I know it's wrong, but part of me wanted to take advantage of the situation though. When my fingers were just barely touching the area that would normally be covered by a suit, I became too shy and flinched my hands away. The second attempt to move on to her butt, my hands drifted around it. It still felt racy enough to have my hands on her hips, but it wasn't the goal. I tried just moving to the legs, but I knew that wasn't a good idea. If I didn't get her butt, she would probably question it, and if she didn't she could get a nasty burn. Biting my lip, I forced my hands to move onto this forbidden zone. Part of me knew how wrong this was, but part of me tried to convince me that I had to pass it off as normal. Now I'm no professional ass grabber, and my hands haven't touch anyone's butt but my own, but Jessie's butt was wonderful. So soft, so round, and I wish my hands were glued to it. It was something else really. I knew I probably lingered longer than I should. I was able to get going and got to back of her legs. I looked again at her bare butt, noticing how now it looked like it shined with the moisture that was soaking in. Even though this site was amazing, something else actually caught my eye. As I was getting her legs, Jessie had spread her legs, probably wanting to give me easier access for the lotion. I couldn't help but notice that her lips were quite visible too. I blushed knowing how intimate this view was. I was so close, and it was like she was offering to show it off. I even toyed with the idea in my head that she wanted me to make sure that skin got covered too. I knew that was a stupid idea though, and just got her thighs and legs before I acted on any silly daydreams. Part 2 My time with her body was done though as I got to her feet. I put the lotion down, and looked over her body one last time. I maybe would have looked more, but the fact that I was naked on the beach came crashing back to me. I had looked around and saw that one or two people were most likely looking at us. I quickly got back to lying on my stomach. I couldn't last much longer with my boobs on show. I groaned in embarrassment as I lay, because I could feel just hard my nipples were. I really hoped no one had looked and saw them like that. I had some time to think about what happened too. I have to say, it's embarrassing to even admit all that here. I really do seem to be falling for her. I probably crossed some lines too. Did I take advantage of what should have been a more innocent moment? She didn't seem hurt by it though, so maybe it isn't so bad. I mean I could have done worse... Anyways though, after awhile of tanning, it was getting to be time to turn over. Now I think it's obvious I wasn't sure how to approach this. I could hear Jessie turning over, and I knew she probably now had all on show. I tried looking around best I could. I didn't see anyone leering. She was so very brazen. I had been able to force myself to get naked, but all I had showing was my butt this whole time. If I rolled over too, I don't know if I could handle everyone seeing my naked body. My nipples were bare, not to mention still pointy from the previous events. I would also be lying with my little tuft of hair, and who knows what, sitting out for the sun to shine on like a spot like. I could just picture everyone just looking over and staring at me. Why do I let myself get into these situations? It's bad enough when we're somewhere private, but now we were surrounded by people. I could See Jessie just smiling and acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Either she loved attention or really didn't care, I couldn't tell. I could put my bikini back on. Sure it was small piece of fabric, but it would keep me hidden again. Yet Jessie really did seem to want me naked. Why did it have to be so hard to please her? Well I had to get my bottoms back on. As much as I wanted to try and look cool and confident around Jessie, I still couldn't stand the idea of just letting anyone look over and see my most secret place. Yet what to do about my exposed top half? I rolled over, keeping my legs shut tight and an arm over my breast. I looked to my side for both my suit and anybody who might be trying to steal glances. I found my bottoms and let my breast stay uncovered as I pulled the bottoms up my leg. I don't think anyone would have seen anything too racy... I really could have put my top on, Jessie didn't seem to object to me putting my bottoms back on. Yet I knew that she wouldn't respect me if I went and hid my whole body, right? So although it was tough, I decided I'd remain topless, right there on that public beach. I didn't see anyone staring. Maybe topless girls weren't too rare for this beach. It didn't help calm me down fully, but I was able to stable my hands long enough to put some suntan lotion in them. I began to rub my body up and down with the stuff. Although I felt guilty about it, I was thinking about if Jessie had offered to get my front side too. It's hard to even describe how much I blush when I describe this stuff to all of you! I almost was going to skip getting to my breast actually. I felt it would be really dirty to rub the lotion into them in front of everyone. Yet going home with a burn there was not an option I convinced myself. I could only look down at the ground as I moved my moist hands over my modest mounds. I flinched a little when I felt the bolt of pleasure go through me as I passed over my stiff nipples. I was nearly mortified to think how much I was turned on out here in public. After getting all my exposed skin protected from the sun, I laid down. I never really noticed fully before what it's like to lay down on your back and you can feel your boobs flatten against you. I mean it's something I've never been so aware of. I guess it didn't help knowing anyone could be looking at them now. I sort of felt a little self conscious knowing they looked even less round and firm. I looked over at Jessie could see that you could still tell her breast were very fantastic. It made me sort of sad to think that even if Jessie was into girls, that she could easily find someone prettier and hotter than me. I don't think I'm ugly or something. Just that if Jessie wanted, I bet she could get a girl with a killer rack, beautiful form, and in general someone not as plain as me. I subconsciously moved my hands to my breast to try and perk them up a little more, push them together even to make a little cleavage. I sighed as I let them go. "Don't be silly Megan; you know she probably wouldn't care what a person looks like. She isn't shallow like that." I smiled knowing that I was right. Jessie wouldn't care what a person looked like. I wish I could have relaxed more too. It seemed the only way to make it so I wasn't worrying about people looking at my breast was worrying about Jessie. It would have been nice to just be care free and lay there and enjoy the rays of the sun on my body. I probably looked like I was getting sunburn on my face with my blushing I thought. I could feel the warmth in my cheeks. I know I say this a lot, but I don't get how Jessie does it. She must be impervious to embarrassment or something. I guess when you look as great as she does, you don't worry too much about what people see. We didn't spend the whole day toasting in the sun though. Jessie of course wouldn't want to just sit still for that long. I wasn't surprised in the least when she sat up and said we had enough of that. "What do you have in mind, a dip maybe?" I ask, thinking it'd be nice to swim and get even more of my body hidden in the water. "Actually I could use something a little faster paced. Up for some volleyball?" she recommended. She had gotten up and was stretching her body, which was putting me into my usual daze. "Let's get a move on." She said pulling me by my wrist to my feet. "Wait, just play like this? Won't we put on a bit of scene?" I asked looking back at our stuff, eyeing up my top. "Of course there'll be a scene. People will be awed as I show you how I've improved my spike," Jessie said with a confident grin. I really wasn't sure if she was purposely avoiding the nudity issue or if our nakedness just didn't register to her. She switched her grip on my wrist to my hand as she pulled me along. The first thing through my head was panic. Here we were, strolling down the beach, me topless and her naked. I didn't even know what to do about it. Then on top of it we were going to be running and jumping our bodies around a volleyball net? I could swear she was going to drive me to death by shame by the end of the day! Then the fact that our hands were locked came to my mind. It actually felt for a moment that we were a sweet couple just enjoying a beach stroll. It felt so close and personal. Of course to Jessie she was just acting like her usual grade school self and this was probably just innocent best friend hand holding to her. She marched on without cover as I've come to expect from her. I however didn't feel comfortable with my nipples sticking out for the other beach goers to see. I didn't want to make it look obvious, but I just felt I had to have something over them. I tried to keep a hand over one by using the excuse of playing with the end of one of my hairs. I knew the other was out, but I didn't know how to cover it without looking like some kind of flake. I know it's silly, but covering one is at least better than none, right? I also noticed there were a lot of stares. Unlike when we were tanning, we passed more and more people. It seemed most that would look our way were looking us up and down. I knew they probably had their sites on Jessie, but I could tell they were checking me out too. My skin crawled as I could swear I felt every eye survey my body. Even though I did put my bottoms on, they worried me too. As a full suit I was worried enough to be in that too. I'd never warn a bottom that skimpy, and with my mind thinking about exposed skin, that tight little thing hugging my bottom, and seemingly little more, worried me. I almost felt we were lucky as I saw that two other girls were using the net at the beach. Looked like we wouldn't be able to play, after all. Maybe that peaceful swim would become a reality. Jessie wasn't shy though, and quickly got their attention. "Hey, mind if we join you? We could play some two vs two?" She asked them. They paused as they looked at us. Even though it was clothing optional, it was obvious most people here weren't totally accustomed to seeing naked girls wandering around. They did eventually speak up, "Sure, that sounds like a great idea." The girl on our side ran over to her friend as Jessie and I were left on one side. Oh my god, not only was I going to be stuck playing in front of the people nearby, but we also had people not far away right on the other side of the net. The two girls tossed the ball over and told Jessie she could serve. "I guess then this will be a match of tops versus skins," Jessie joked as the two girls giggled with her. I only blushed knowing how obvious our exposure was. I really wish I could go hide on the side lines than stand out in the open. Jessie sent the ball over and the game began. At first I just watch it go back and forth. I felt stiff. It was like if I moved, I'd be somehow more noticeable. Of course when the ball came my way it just plopped in the sand. Jessie told me to get my head in the game. Playing a silly game of volleyball was the last thing on my mind though. When I wasn't thinking about how embarrassing it was to be standing topless, I was busy looking at Jessie's naked body bouncing around. She really didn't have any modesty, because she didn't hinder herself at all as she played. You should have seen the way her various naughty bits bounced for all of us to see. Those two distractions were causing us to lose the game sort of fast. Once when I was staring to the side the ball even hit me on the head. If the nudity wasn't enough to make me want to crawl into a hole, the fact I was acting like such a goof was plenty more reason. "Come on, you play better than this Megs, let's try and catch up," Jessie said, as she passed the other two girls the ball. I do usually play better, and it was unfair to Jessie that I'd be letting her down like this. I told myself I needed to pay attention to the ball. As much as I wanted to hide my body and I wanted to watch Jessie's, Jessie wanted to play this game right. I wanted to make her happy, so what she wanted was more important to me I told myself. Of course my blush didn't' go away, but I didn't stand still either. I could feel my breast wobble and bobble as I ran. I knew my butt probably gave a jiggle to onlookers. It would have normally been far too much for me to play this game in just a small bikini bottom, but Jessie was there with me, so I was able to push on. We were making progress too. I was still not playing my best, but I guess Jessie and I make a good team. We were evening the total score by the time we decided to take a break. Part 3 Even though I was tired, and the bouncing around was embarrassing, stopping to chat and stuff was even worse. Now I didn't have the game to take my mind off of my nudity. We met at the net as we complimented each other. I was doing my best to keep confident. Jessie wouldn't be proud of a girl who just clammed up and hid the whole time, right? "It's pretty cool you two are willing to be so, well you know, undressed," one of the girls brought up. I could swear I felt the heat in my cheeks increase after hearing one of them bring attention to our exposed skin. "Oh, it's nothing. It's just more comfortable and fun this way," Jessie said as if she was talking about something as simple as the weather. I wanted to say something like "speak for yourself!" "Why aren't you naked too? Your teams uniform would match better!" one of the girls joked. Before I could even say no to the silly idea, Jessie rang in, "You're right. Megs, let's get those things off you so we can match. Then it can be Suits versus total skins." "I'm not so sure, I mean fully naked out here on the beach..." it tried saying. "Nonsense, you'll be fine. Get a little extra tan on that body of yours," she said as she tugged at the side of my suit. She actually notices my body? She knows it needs a tan? Does that mean she actually looks there? What am I thinking? She's about to strip me naked right on the beach! As panicked and scared as I was though, I didn't really move. I just let her take my bottoms away. Even though I knew it was coming too I was still shocked. Jessie and I were now both equally naked, side by side on the beach. People all around and we were wearing the least by what seemed like a lot. I know mostly everyone was only a few threads away from being naked too, but to me the skimpiest suit around would probably feel like enough for Sunday morning at church at this point. "Round two then?" Jessie asked, unfazed by my sudden nakedness. The other two girls slowly looked away from me and agreed as they took their spots. It took me a moment, but I moved too. I don't even know if I was thinking on my own anymore. It's like Jessie said it was time for round two, and I followed the order. I pulled my hands out from between my legs. I don't even remember putting them there to cover up. I really was on auto pilot. Again I started playing pretty bad. Now I didn't even remember my breast being on show. All I could think about was my bare ass and lower hairs being out in the sun now. I was more concerned with looking around to see who was staring. It really didn't look like anyone was; at least not long enough to look like they were watching. I guess Jessie already gave them enough of a show. Then of course my mind wandered to thinking about Jessie again. I really did like watching her play. It wasn't even because of her body. She's a pretty good athlete, better than me at least. Just seeing her hit the ball over the net and run around so well. She was so into the game, but at the same time smiled and enjoyed it. Another score for our opponents thanks to my air-headedness though was insuring another round would go to them. I had to pay attention I told myself. That was hard when you're naked on the beach. It's also hard to keep your mind off of Jessie's body when suddenly it's running into yours! As I tried to pay attention to the ball and volley it back, Jessie too had gone for it. I was trying so hard to ignore her that we ran right into each other. In a flash the two of us were on the ground. "You two ok?" one of the two girls asked as they came over to us. I didn't even realize what happened right away. I felt I was on top of something warm. I could feel my breast against something equally soft and squishy. I could feel something move against my legs. That's when I looked down and realized I was right on top of Jessie! Our breasts were against each other, our legs shifting and tangled with each other. Our faces were only mere inches away from each other. I just sort of froze like that for awhile. After a moment Jessie moaned a little and looked up at me. "You ok, need help getting up?" That got me to scurry off her. My blush was to the max again too. I don't think I've had our bodies up close like that. At least not when so naked. "Ok guys, I think the two of us just aren't in the right mind set to play. I can't imagine how bad we would play if we tried again after a fall like that," Jessie said getting up and brushing herself off. I was able to continue, but I was still very naked and would prefer to get dressed again, so I stayed quiet. "That's fine. It was a good game. Nice meeting you two," The two girls got their volley ball and headed off in the opposite direction to their stuff. I got my bottoms on while Jessie was distracted, knowing that would probably be my only chance. I felt sort of bad as we walked off to our stuff. I messed up the game, and then I made myself look so stupid for running into her. God she probably thought I was pathetic. Back at our stuff Jessie decided to start packing. The day was getting late, and the sun was disappearing. "Oh and about that game Megs," Jessie began to say as we were putting the last bits of things into our bags. I knew it. Here it comes. She's probably about to mock me for how bad I play or question what was up. "Sorry for the way I was. It was unfair." "What, what do you mean?" I asked, confused as to why she was apologizing. "I shouldn't have been pushing you so hard. I know you were just trying to have fun. I too was off my game, and had I been doing better, you wouldn't have had to push so hard," she was apologizing for that? "Oh no, I should apologize. I should have played better," I said, trying to defend her. I couldn't let her blame herself for all that. "It took you awhile to get into the swing of things, but once you got going you were on fire girl. I started off strong, but I really didn't keep it up for the rest of the time. I'm jealous if anything." I didn't even know what to say anymore. She actually thought I was good? "Next time, we'll win for sure," she said as she gave me a little hug. "Thanks, and yeah!" I said, happy to feel her body against mine again. I had gotten my full bikini back on, but she was still completely naked. On the way out I had to remind her to get dressed before we got on the road again. I figured it was a fifty-fifty chance if she did or didn't, but she was back in her bikini and we were heading home. Wow, looking back on the day, I feel mortified. Just thinking about how many people saw me. I'm just glad it was so far out of town no one would recognize me. Yet still, knowing that people saw me just naked, laying and playing around in the sunlight at the beach. The day wasn't all bad. The time I spent with Jessie was good too. In fact, it made up for the bad points I think. I think I'd expose myself to the world for her at this point... What am I saying! I couldn't do that! I must be going nuts. The End

Mary's Game in the Store by Jappio Part 1 Mary lay naked on the bed. She stared at the ceiling, one hand on her stomach, the other at her side. She was worried of the night to come. She hadn't been told what would be in store, only that it would be `fun.' This was not Mary's bed though, it was Julie's. She was spending the night there for the sake of this adventure that Jenny and Julie had planned. They too were naked, like it was natural. Mary was glad that Julie's parents weren't home, she wouldn't have wanted to be caught naked with the two of them, could raise a lot of questions. "So it's about time we got going. Ready Mary?" Jenny asked as she went to a dresser and started to look through it. Julie followed along and both quickly dressed in T-Shirts, and just T-Shirts. Mary got up and looked at them, hoping to get one. "Sorry, you'll get some clothes later. You know how safe it is in the car though, clothes shouldn't be needed." Jenny explained. "Yeah, and crossing the yard to the car won't be hard, you know that from earlier," Julie said, referring to the nude walks they made Mary do earlier in the yard. Mary shivered at the thought of it; it was pretty scary, especially since it wasn't as late then. "You guys aren't even giving me a chance to try and argue," Mary whined as she followed them out of the room. "Can you at least tell me what we're up to now?" Mary asked as they got to the front door, Jenny and Julie putting shoes on. "On the way there we'll explain a few things. It would be better to wait till you're in the car so you don't get a chance to run away," Julie said with a giggle. "Don't tease her like that; you might actually scare her off," Jenny teased. Thing was though, Mary did consider running off now, but being naked left very few options of where to go. They stepped out into the cold night air. Mary felt incredibly naked now. `Even Jenny and Julie who barely were clothed seemed incredibly dressed in comparison,' Mary thought. Her nipples were already hard. She looked around to make sure the coast was clear as she walked over to the car with the two. Earlier she had gone outside naked a few times. She was told just to do a few things, like do a lap around the house, walk into the middle of the street, and small stuff like that. Every moment then was incredibly worrisome, and it still was now. Getting in the car they started driving off. Mary sat in the back quiet, waiting to hear the plan, afraid of how she would be pushed tonight. "I suppose we should start explaining," Jenny said as she turned around in her seat to look at Mary. "Tonight you're going to play a game, a game that will determine how fast you get dressed. Jenny and I both have a friend who is in on our adventures. She can be a real help, and tonight you're going to meet her. Thanks to her tonight's game will be possible. Don't worry, if you can trust us, you can trust her. Now as for the game, basically it will involve you going around, finding your clothes, using clues to find them. The clothes are safely hidden. When you find some clothes, you'll find another clue leading to the next set of clothes. Those are the basics of the game." Mary sat there as she took it all in. A game to decide how much she'd dress, some new person to witness her naked games, and she still didn't know what was exactly going on. "Wait, so you're just going to bring me naked in front of this girl?" Mary said worried. "As I said, you can trust her. I mean it's not like she hasn't seen it before," Jenny said as she snickered. "If you want to bail out now, you can. Yet I promise you'll have fun if you don't," Jenny reassured. Mary was unsure. It was one thing if it was something like flashing. It would be one thing if it seemed like an accident. Mary though was going to have to walk up to this person and say `hi.' It would be very personal, and very different. Mary figured she was able to handle being naked around Jenny and Julie though, and she did feel she could trust them. "I guess I can see. You could have at least let me wear something first," Mary argued. "Aw, so you're saying you wanted to strip for the girl instead? You're right, that would be a much more fun way to introduce you," Julie joked. "Wait, where are we going to be doing this game though?" Mary asked, now wondering where they were specifically going. "Furniture store," Jenny said bluntly. "What!? How am I suppose to pull that off?" Mary said in shock. She'd never imagined she'd be running around a store naked tonight. "It's not hard. Susan runs the place, and the store doesn't open for a couple of hours," Jenny explained. "Is Susan this lady I'm meeting today?" Mary questioned. "Yes she is. She's real nice, always willing to help a naked girl have a great time." Julie explained. "I don't know if I like the sound of that," Mary said, worried this would only lead to more and crazier adventures. At the same time though, she was also hoping for it a bit too. They soon arrived in the parking lot of some business area. There was only one other car in the lot. The lot belonged to a furniture store; the one Mary would soon be running naked in. Jenny and Julie got out, and had to as usual tell Mary to get out. Mary was always hesitant with walking out of the car so exposed. Once outside Mary became even more worried. Although being very dark, it was still wide open space. With only the two cars for cover, she felt there was no where she could effectively hide. Not too far she could see and hear the nearby freeway. The other car didn't stay inactive for long. A lady walked out of it and began approaching the group. Mary stood behind Jenny and Julie in fear. She knew though when both Jenny and Julie called to the woman and referred to her as `Susan', she was safe. Mary raised an arm over her breast and one over her pussy. Jenny, Julie and Susan approached and hugged, happy to see each other obviously. "So you're Mary huh? I'm Susan." She said walking up to Mary. Mary was intimidated. Not only was she naked in the middle of parking lot late at night, but Susan was very well dressed: navy blue cotton skirt reaching below the knees, navy blue suit, pantyhose, and basic pumps. You could easily believe that she was a high up manager. She spoke with such authority and calmness it shook Mary up. She wasn't really sure how to act. "It's customary to shake the hand of someone you just meet Mary." Susan suggested holding her hand out. Mary quickly followed command and did as she said, uncovering her breast. "I can see you are already enjoying the night. I hope these two girls haven't put you through too much yet." Mary blushed at the revelation of her aroused state to this woman she didn't know. Her arousal was increasing just as much as the blush on her face though. Mary gasped as she recovered her hard nipples. "No Ma'am, they've been fine. It's my fault!" Mary said with panic. "Don't be so formal. Call me Susan," She said smiling. Susan took note of Mary's willingness to listen so well. She then got a little closed and whispered, "And don't worry, Jenny and Julie use to be just as modest as you, if not more." "So Suze, everything ready to go?" Julie asked, obviously wanting to get Mary's game going. "Why yes I do. Once Mary comes inside, she can begin," Susan said as she turned to Mary. "You're lucky that you're friends know me, this ought to be a fun night for you." Mary nodded as the three walked towards the building. They headed near the back once close and Susan started opening the door. "We told her the basics, but how about you tell her some of the extra bits," Jenny said to Susan as they walked into a back storage room. Mary was almost not paying attention. The absolute fear and excitement of being naked in such a strange place was very distracting, not to mention she was being paraded around in front of someone she still didn't know too well. The place was dead though and she followed inside, happy to be out of the open air. Now though she'd be in a store, completely naked. Her nerves ran high as her mouth became dry. So much was about to happen, she knew it. Part 2 Once in the backroom of the store, Mary stared at the various items of stock back there. She perked up though when she heard Susan start explaining things. Something about Susan made Mary want to listen. Mary was a good girl at heart, and always made sure to listen to authority. "Well as you probably know, your clothes are hidden about here. You have as much time as you want to take, but I warn you, once the employees start coming, you're in trouble. I will make sure no security tape is taken or kept of you. Try to not break or mess anything up; I'd like the place ready for business in the morning. You leave when you think you have enough clothes. I'll be wandering around the place to keep an eye on things. In about an hour a cleaning lady will be here, so watch out. I'll try my best to get you out of any jams if you happen to run into her." "Oh, we forgot to mention, whatever clothes you find are what you're wearing to the special adventure we have set up after this is done," Jenny added in. Mary looked around the back room. She didn't even really consider not doing it anymore; she figured it was pretty safe. It couldn't take more than an hour to do it. "What if I get stuck though?" Mary queried. "You can either find me, or you can use the phone behind the front desk to call these two. Speaking of you two, don't you two have somewhere to be?" Susan asked. "Yeah, we should be going now. Don't worry Mary; we're just going to go have some fun of our own nearby, perhaps the gas station or something. We won't be gone more than hour. When you're done, we're parked outside. Love you!" Julie said as the two were walking out the door. Mary thought about how she was miles from home and her clothes. She thought about how her ride was now leaving her there. If she didn't hurry, she'd be stuck naked in front of employees and maybe even shoppers. She quickly started to walk out into the store. "Not so fast, forgetting something?" Susan asked. Mary stopped to think. She didn't know what she could be forgetting, not like she brought anything. "The first clue," Susan said holding out a piece of paper. "Oh, sorry," Mary said taking the piece of paper. "Thank you very much." "Don't mention it. Also you don't need to apologize sweetie." Susan said as she wandered out into the store herself. Mary looked out the door to the store. From there she could see it led straight into the electronics section. Not too far from there were the front doors. In the center were the stairs heading to the second floor. She looked down at the clue for the first time now. "These whites are not for the tooth fairy." was written on the piece of paper. Mary stopped to think. The answer seemed obvious; it had something to do with a pillow. Perhaps these clues weren't too hard. Mary started to walk out into the store looking around for the beds or pillows. Bright light started to appear everywhere suddenly. Mary screeched and looked up and around to see the store was lit up as if it were open. She, out of instinct, covered up. She then heard in a loud voice, "Sorry if I scared you sweetie, figured you'd like a bit of light to help your search!" Mary realized it was Susan shouting. Mary could look down and now see her entire naked form lit up. She ran her hands down her chest to her stomach, then back up. She pushed her breast up admiring them for a moment. "It's always so hard to fully believe this is happening," she muttered to herself. Wandering past the TV's and stereos, Mary couldn't help but notice how exciting this was. In a few hours there would be people walking through here constantly. She was in a store, and completely naked. With the lights on it was hard to even tell the store was closed. Mary was half expecting someone to show up behind her and ask if there was anything she needed help finding. She toyed with the idea in her mind. She pretended she'd ask for her clothes. How embarrassing it would be to be led around by a sales person to find her clothes, and in front of customers. She had made her way to the center of the store, in front of the stairs. She did not see beds anywhere in eye site. She looked up the stairs and could tell there was cabinets and other things there, so she decided to make that her next location. Climbing the stairs pushed Mary's nerves farther. Not only were the lights on, but the stairs were a lot of open space. They were ten feet wide, and no cover to hide behind. If anyone were around they would see her and all of her at that. She wrapper her hands around her body, almost as if she had a chill. At the top Mary was able to see the beds towards the back. She quickly ran back there happy to get her first clue done fast. When she got there though, she discovered a new problem. There were over 20 beds there, and no sign of clothing. Thinking about the clue though, she knew she had to check under the pillows most likely. She went bed by bed, flipping the pillows over. Each time not finding anything. She couldn't go quick either. She wanted to make sure she had checked well, and that she remade the beds. She didn't want to be rude and leave the beds a mess for Susan. She had checked over half the beds now and still found nothing. The beds left over now though were large king sized ones. There were three rows of beds. Two back to back, a gab, and then the last row was up against the wall. Mary was now in the middle aisle. She looked at the first one and how large it was. She had to actually climb on top of with how it was so raised up. Once on the bed she flipped over the pillows. There underneath them she found a pair of white socks. She quickly slipped them on. She wasn't surprised she got the least important item of clothing. She wasn't disappointed though, she had been enjoying the nudity. Mary was still sitting on the bed when she finished putting the socks on. She couldn't help but tell how nice the bed felt on her naked body. She lied down on her back and closed her eyes. She rolled and tossed on the bed, feeling all she could of it. Lying on her back she spread her legs and day dreamed for a moment. She thought about what it would be like to fall asleep there; she was tired after all from staying up so late, and being found by customers the next day. "I'll take the bed with the naked girl on it if you'd please!" would say one of the shoppers. She sighed as she lay there with her eyes closed. She sat straight up though. She realized she was getting awfully close to actually falling asleep. She started to wander back into the rest of the store. She couldn't believe the fantasies she kept having. She really was starting to get hooked on these nude adventures. Just then though she remembered that she needed the next clue. She quickly scurried back in just her socks. Looking around on the bed she was able to find the missing clue, and after fixing the bed a second time, she read the note aloud, "The Fisherman may have caught only a boot, but it was a meal enough for him. It's almost like they were forcing a joke or something." Mary crumpled the paper and slipped it into her sock. She figured that there wasn't fishing gear in this store, so that would mean the next best bet would be to check the kitchen stuff with the mentioning of cooking. She guessed it would be her shoes next. Going back down the stairs Mary made her way to the kitchen stuff. With no real good place to start, Mary just started searching. She looked in ovens and microwaves; she opened the drawers, and checked inside the kitchen sinks. She found in a drawer a pair of oven mitts. She slipped them on her hands and covered her breast with them. She put on a face of surprised, pretending to be caught naked. She then imagined herself there, cooking food naked. She grabbed a frying pan and pretended to be flipping pancakes. Perhaps she'd be wearing an apron to keep herself a bit protected though. Looking behind herself she stuck out her bum picturing how everyone would see it sticking out as she cooked all the customers' breakfast. Breaking out another fantasy of hers, she tried to get back to the task at hand. Putting the mitts away she continued to check around. Finally she was able to find a shoe inside a pot atop a stove. Just one shoe though, the clue was tucked under the laces. "Two halves make a whole. Much like how these lamps match." Mary didn't even think this was a riddle like the others. It was obvious this was for the next shoe. Somewhere there must be two matching lamps. She remembered upstairs there were lamps, so that's where she headed. She left the one shoe behind, figuring having only one would be silly. She'd come back to get it when she had both found. Heading up the stairs she was feeling less and less worried. She felt she was getting things done plenty fast, even though she didn't know the time. Getting to the lamp section she started looking for the two lamps that looked the same. Walking by the many bright lamps, Mary could not find what she was looking for. The lamps were sometimes similar, no clothing or anything nearby, nowhere to be hidden either. She continued to wander when the living room set up displays caught her eye. Seeing lamps in there, she headed over. She checked under tables and such near lamps of a matching kind. No results though. She sat down for a small break on a couch. She posed herself laying down, pretending to be some type of mannequin, of course though people would be seeing her naked there. 'Oh the site they would see.' She thought to herself. Getting up and off the couch, she continued her search. Once wandering enough though she saw something. Sitting atop a table was one of her shoes. She rushed over to it and found a clue inside. She looked around though, there was no sign of another lamp like the one next to the shoe. She then caught site of something. It was herself. She saw a mirror there on the wall. In the mirror she could see her whole nude body from head to her knees. Also in the mirror was the reflection of the nearby lamp, the matching pair obviously. She really only got lucky on this clue though, by noticing the shoe first. Still standing in front the mirror, Mary looked over herself. There she was fully nude in the store. She then remembered the socks though. She then lifted a foot up and held it up with one hand balancing on the other foot. She looked at her sock covered foot, the only covering she really had. This pose left her exposed though, very exposed. She almost dropped her foot right then and there out of modesty. She hesitated though. She looked at the image. So much intimate detail could be seen in that pose. She slowly put her foot down, but kept them apart. She kept seperating her legs farther and farther by small amounts. She giggled at the site she was giving herself. With her legs as open as they were, she could actually see the moisture running down her legs. She cupped her hands over her pussy in false modesty, imaging people around her staring at the same site in the mirror. She moaned at the feel of her hands putting pressure there. Suddenly though she heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Looking behind her she knew someone was coming. She remembered the warning of the cleaning lady. Suddenly this easy adventure could turn quickly into a nightmare. Mary looked around and quickly ducked behind a couch. Waiting silently she waited to see where the noise was headed. It go quieter though. Did they leave? She peaked her head out from around the couch to look. She saw the stairs, but no one there. Her right hand found its way between her legs though, not forgetting the pleasure a moment ago. Mary was breathing deep. She was now really close to being exposed, she knew it. The risk and thrill though, it only heightened her arousal. Moment after moment it just increased as she though about the possibilities. She was almost going into a full blown pant at this point. `Where is she?' She though to herself. Then Mary felt a hand on her shoulder. This single thing made Mary freeze. Behind her now someone had caught her naked, fully naked in a store. Sure she had socks, but they hid nothing. This person now found her, it was too late to hide or anything. Not only naked, but she had a finger pressed hard against her clitoris, and it kept putting more and more pressure down. Mary was close to going over the edge now. Fear and arousal had her paralyzed, unable to think or move. Her frozen state was broken though. The hand pulled her around, simultaneously releasing her hand from between her legs, ending the pressure against her clit, barely stopping orgasm. Mary was now able to start to focus. She heard her name being said. "Mary, Mary. Mary! You Ok sweetie?" said the lady. Mary looked and saw that it was only Susan. Mary suddenly got a lot more bashful though. Her cheeks burst into a deeper shade of red, and her hand returned between her legs, this time to cover up. "Oh I wasn't doing what you think I was doing , I didn't mean to offend at all, I'm sorry!" Mary bursted out, embarrassed. "I just got a little carried away! I didn't leave any stains or anything!" She tried explaining. "I thought you just said you weren't doing that sweetie," Susan joked as she turned behind her. "Here you left these downstairs, and these over there by the mirror." Susan than handed both shoes to Mary. "Thank you so much. Why'd you do that?" Mary said, surprised at the help. "Seems the cleaning lady is hear now. I was hoping to help you out a bit. It's not like the shoes will help you anyways sweetie. Now get back to finding yourself some clothes. Be sure to stop and say goodbye to me before leaving though." She said as she got up and walked away. Mary stopped to think for a moment. She was awfully close to being caught by a stranger. Why did it turn her on so much? What could have happened. Another thought crossed her mind though, Susan. Something about Susan seemed familiar. She didn't know what though. It's almost as if she has seen her before. Mary got up and sat on the couch. She retrieved the clue from the shoe and put them on. Her nudity seemed only enhanced by the shoes though, but she did admit it was nice. Part 3 Standing up she read the note. "Much like change and TV remotes, this is where you'll find your next piece of clothing." Mary thought about it. A couch would be the likely place. She figured she'd have to go down stairs to get to the couches they were most likely in. She thought about how they could be in the ones upstairs, but she had a feeling they were in the ones downstairs in the electronics. So far each piece clothing has been on a different floor than the last, Jenny and Julie meant for the search to take long. Being cautious now, Mary approached the stairs. She looked over the edge to see if she could spot the cleaning lady. Seeing into the kitchen, she did see her. She was busy away cleaning in there. Mary knew she'd have to hurry and get down there. Right then could be the perfect chance to make it to the stairs. Running now she approached the stairs. As she went down the first few, she freaked out and turned around. The noise that was made as she ran on the stairs was loud. Unlike the upstairs, the stairs weren't carpet, but a hard tile surface. The noise her shoes made on them was much too loud if she ran. This meant that if she ran, she'd be heard before getting all the way down. If she walked though, it would take longer. Moving back near the railing where should could look down into the kitchen, she saw the cleaner was still busy. She slowly made her decent down the stairs. Every step made her heart pump miles a minute. She wanted to run, but couldn't . She was there, exposed, and couldn't hide at this point. She wanted to turn back, before it was too late, but now forward was the only option, she was past half way. On the final few steps she stopped. At that moment she let it all sink in. She had made it without being caught. It felt like nothing could go wrong. Could she tempt it any longer? She started counting in her head. She got up to 20, and wanted to go farther. On 33 though she though she heard something, perhaps the cleaning lady wheeling her cart that way. She had to keep moving. Walking around the stairs, away from the kitchen stuff, Mary made her way to the electronics. Couches lay in front of TV's, and so her search began. She flipped cushions and stuck her hand under between the floor and couches. Her search did actually yield a bit of change and at one point an actual TV Remote. She wondered if they were put there on purpose. Before finding any clothing though, she heard humming. It must have been the cleaning lady she though. She quickly ran for cover behind a chair as the cleaning lady wheeled her cart right by the area. Luckily the chair was a large black leather recliner, it kept her hidden. The lady disappeared into the backroom soon enough. Stepping out from behind the chair she decided to check in the chair too, it wouldn't be too odd to find it there. Feeling around the chair, Mary brushed against something. At that moment the chair started to hum. Mary stepped back, surprised at the sudden noise. She then noticed though that it was a vibrating chair. She looked to make sure the cleaning lady was gone for sure. She couldn't pass the chance up. Sitting down the chair, Mary's eyes widened. The feel was amazing. She didn't know if it was because she was naked, or if it was because of her heightened senses because of the nudity. Either way she told herself she needed to come back one day to do this again. The vibrations felt great. The stress from the fear was slowly easing away. She was almost lost in another fantasy though as she heard a door open. She quickly got off the chair and tried running away. 'So much for being relaxed,' she thought. She didn't shut the chair off though. She hid behind a nearby couch as the cleaner re-entered the room. This time as she passed though she stopped. She noticed the chair. She stepped over and examined the thing. "I swear, she plays tricks like this on us just to annoy us. What kind of manager does that?" the cleaner said as she found the off switch. She then attended to fixing the couch next to it that Mary hadn't done herself yet. Mary this whole time sat silently. She was so close to being discovered, and it wasn't easy to keep her breathing low. Heart racing she preyed in her head for the lady to go away. After time passing though, the cleaner was on her way again. Mary got up, and went back to searching through the couches and chairs. In a particular couch she felt something. It was nice and soft, different than the leather of the couch she was searching. She tugged on it and out came her panties. They were quite a cute pair too, sky blue. She pulled them up over the shoes and looked at them. She was finally partially covered. The panties though, something seemed too nice about them. She then remembered. The panties were the same panties she left on the strangers door that one night. `How'd they get here?' she questioned herself. Then it hit her. Susan, Susan was the girl in the nightgown that caught her at the door. When Jenny and Julie picked the house at `random' they really chose Susan's. These panties were actually hers, and Susan had seen here naked before. Mary almost felt betrayed, like they set her up to be caught and scare her half to death. Stopping to think about it though, they didn't betray her trust. Sure she got caught, but it wasn't by a stranger, but someone they knew wouldn't be angry, wouldn't call the police or anything. She found the clue, but before reading it saw something. Out the front windows she could see the sun rising. She had spent a good amount of time there. Now other workers would be coming in. Mary wanted to find more clothes, but it was getting too late. She headed towards the backdoor and stopped in the backroom. She remembered what Susan asked, to say goodbye to her before she left. Mary looked back out into the store. She didn't know where she would be. Wandering out she started to search. It didn't take long until she saw Susan walk through the front part of the store. She had some papers in hand as she headed to a side room. Mary quickly ran over before the cleaner showed up. She didn't shout to Susan though as she walked in the doorway. Mary made her way to the door, and slowly let herself in. "Why what a pleasant surprise. I can see you found some more clothing," Susan greeted as she was putting papers in a pile on the desk. "I just came to say goodbye, I'm going now, it's getting too late," Mary explained. She was able to stop herself from covering her exposed breast, even though it felt weird standing there in her panties shoes and socks. "I suppose it is. Well I have to say it's been fun," Susan said as she sat in her chair. "Good luck getting to their car." "Thanks. Oh also thanks for," Mary paused, "Thanks for returning the panties." She said and a quick gasp, embarrassed to acknowledge it. "And wash them," Susan reminded with a chuckle. "Ye-yes. Thanks for washing them too ," Mary said with a blush. "It's the least I could do with the show you gave me tonight, and that night before," Susan said with a wink. Mary blushed even more now, fidgeting on the spot. A knocking then came to the door. "Susan, you asked me to come here today." Came a males voice. Mary's eyes shot wide as she looked to Susan for help. Susan merely pointed to behind her desk. Mary quickly went around the desk and ducked behind it. "Come in Nathan." Susan said as the door open. Mary was now almost exposed to another person this morning. She sat quivering behind the desk. Susan discussed a few things with Nathan. As Mary sat there, Susan rubbed her back to try and calm her, it did help. "Later at lunch we can continue this Nathan, I have some calls to make. Go upstairs and check to see if everything is set up Ok there. Last night I hear it was a little roughed up." Susan said as she stood to walk him out. After he left, she closed the door and Mary came out of hiding. "Thanks so much Ma'am, that's a big help," Mary thanks Susan. "Enough with the formal stuff. I must say though I am impressed. Back when I first met Jenny and Julie, they wouldn't have had the nerves to sit there like that. You must make them very proud with how much you do. I'm impressed at least. Now go while Nathan is upstairs still." Mary stopped to think. She couldn't even imagine Jenny and Julie being scared or worried. Susan's words still touched her though. Before stepping outside, Mary grabbed hold of both sides of the panties. She then pulled them down and off her legs, leaving her naked except the shoes and socks. "Thanks again Ma'am." Mary said as she hung the panties and on the doorknob. She opened the door, and stepped out. "It's Susan!" Susan called back out the door, but the door closed and Mary was gone. She smiled as she picked the panties off the door. She saw a bright future for that girl. Mary was now already at the door to the backroom. She quickly opened it and hid there for a moment. Now she only had to make it out through the parking lot. She did miss the panties, but it made her proud of herself thinking of how she was pushing herself like this. She wanted to make Jenny and Julie proud also. She hoped they were still out there. She heard noises inside the store though, by the door, she had to hurry. She quickly went out the back door. She immediately found herself in front of semi. It was probably loaded with shipments. She didn't think more people would be there yet. She looked around and didn't see anyone in it or unloading it. She wasn't going to wait for them though. She quickly ran out into the parking lot. There were still no cars around; nowhere to hide, but now it was growing light. Traffic was heavier on the freeway, and other nearby stores had a few cars in there lots. Mary saw Jenny's car though, and quickly made her way to it. Jenny and Julie were standing outside it, still in their T-Shirts. "Well looks like the clues weren't easy enough I guess." Jenny joked seeing Mary still practically naked. "I did more, it's just I left the panties with Susan," Mary meekly stated. "Well looks like you had fun probably," Julie said taking note of the hard nipples and the wetness between her thighs, "Looks like there is some dew between your legs." "Can we get going now, it's a tad bright and I'm a tad naked?" Mary asked, getting antsy standing in the open like that. "We will, but first, we want you to get on the hood of the car and masturbate to orgasm," Jenny said with a smile. "We know you want to," Julie added. "You're both kidding right?! I mean it's morning time and I'm naked, and there are people coming. I can't just-" she said but then stopped. Both looked serious as they pointed to the car's hood. Mary put her hand in front of her wet lips. The slightest touch sent shivers. She started to think how she could do it fast. She thought about how the people working here, the customers, and anyone could show up. They would watch as she did it. Before she knew it, she was climbing onto the hood of the car. Her hand was clamped between her thighs. She was snapped out of this though as the sound of a car horn went off. "Get in silly, we were joking. Hurry before someone sees." Julie said out the open window. Mary turned to see them in the car. She blushed as she got off and into the car. "Wow, we didn't think you'd actually do it. I guess you must not have gotten any release while you were in the store." "Julies right though, I figured you wouldn't be able to hold out, specially with the way you're always running between the legs. You better not have dented the car though," Jenny warned as they pulled out of the lot. "I'd be more worried about ruining the paint with various fluids," Julie said as she burst out laughing. "Shut up guys, I thought you were serious. I didn't want to be left there naked," Mary said, embarrassed at the teasing. "You know we'd never make you do anything you didn't want to," Jenny reassured. "We'd also never leave you somewhere naked like that. We understand if any adventure is too much for you, we can always call any off at any time. Although things are different if we've made a deal." "What do you mean?" Mary asked. "Don't you remember? Once done finding clothes, we were to do another adventure. Dressed as you are. We were thinking you'd get at least all your underwear and even a shirt if you were lucky. This will prove to be interesting." "Yeah, it will," Julie said, now just giggling. Mary just stared out the window. She now was regretting leaving her panties back at the store. What was in store for her?

Madison by Demonhead Copyright© 2021 by Demonhead Chapter 37: More Pool Time Aaron felt himself getting hard again watching the girls kiss and feeling Madison’s little hand on his cock. Madison taking his cum off her face and spreading it on Sam’s boobs didn’t hurt either. These girls were like a fantasy life come true. He had never even fantasized about some of the things they were doing. He would from now on though. Madison was moving her hand up and down his cock slowly as she kissed Sam. He did like that his girls were much happier than they have been the last few days. His cock liked it as well. “Aaron, are you ok?” Madison said, her head turned up to him and her hand still sliding up and down his cock. “Yes, baby, I am very much ok. Are you guys ok with all this?” Aaron said and Madison chuckled. “Aaron, when are you going to stop worrying about us, obviously we are big girls and thanks to you and the Thompsons we know what we like, and we are not afraid to ask for it.” Madison said as she stroked his cock. “You are not big girls; you are small girls that are very young.” Aaron said. “Ok, we are young small girls that know what we like. We are only doing this because we love and trust you. We know you would never hurt us, and we are able to relax around you.” Madison said and Sam nodded. “A little too relaxed sometimes.” Aaron said and the girls laughed. “Speaking of relaxing, you are making me tired standing there. Lie down on the lounge.” Madison said. Aaron groaned but did what the little girl holding his cock asked him to do. He pulled off his shirt as it seemed stupid to just be wearing a shirt. He heard Sam gasp. “What, what did he do?” Madison said, still holding his cock. “He took off his shirt and I don’t think I have ever seen him totally naked; it is quite impressive.” Sam said. “Shit! Being blind sucks so much.” Madison said. “No, it’s ok, you can see him just like you saw Frank. Aaron, lie down over here.” Sam said and she pointed to the lounge next to them. Aaron looked down and gave a look of frustration, Sam giggled. “Madison, you have to let go of him.” Sam said. “Oh, sorry, I just love the way it feels in my hand.” Madison said and finally let go of his cock. Aaron laid down on the lounge and it did feel good to get off his feet. His cock bounced as he sat down, and he looked over at the two young naked girls sitting on the lounge next to him. If any cops showed up now, they would bury him under the jail, but he would be smiling when they did it. He saw Sam stand and take Madison’s hand. Fuck, Sam looked even better when she stood up, her muscles fired, and her body was immaculate. Those fucking legs are going to cause a lot of uncomfortable pants as she grows up. Madison took her friend’s hand and stood up. Sam led her a few feet over and then she put her hand on Aaron’s foot. It was huge and her hand felt even smaller as she touched his toes. “Now, there is your starting point. Look at Aaron’s body.” Sam said and let go of her hand. She moved up closer to Aaron’s head and knelt next to the lounge. She leaned over to Aaron’s ear and whispered. “You’re gonna love this.” Sam said and she saw his cock flinch on his belly. She chuckled as she saw her friend moving her hands slowly over Aaron’s foot. Madison felt his foot and she was pretty sure she had never touched a foot this large. She remembered rubbing her daddy’s feet occasionally. He loved it when she did that, she smiled when she thought that was something she could still do for her daddy even if she didn’t get her sight back. She moved her hand down to his ankle and then his calf. His calf muscle was huge and very well defined. She knew her own calves were strong, but hers were toned and this was much more sculpted. She moved her hands up his leg and then touched his thigh. She heard him moan and she moved her head up. “Are you ok?” Madison said. “He is great, rock star, you are doing great. Like what you see so far?” Sam said. “Oh yes, it is awesome.” Madison said as she rubbed his powerful thigh. “Oh, it gets much better.” Sam said and kissed Aaron on the cheek. She put her hand on his other cheek and turned his head to her, she kissed his lips gently. Aaron was going slowly insane with pleasure. Madison’s little fingers were like small pieces of fire as she moved them over his skin. Her touch was electric, and he felt like the electricity moved through his body and ended up in his cock. He was rock hard again and now Sam was kissing him. Her lips were soft and warm. He felt Madison crawl onto the lounge and kneel between his legs. Her fingers touched his upper thighs and he moaned in Sam’s mouth. Sam broke the kiss and looked at her friend. She was so beautiful and for some reason the way she held her head now so she could hear everything made her even prettier. She saw Madison’s boobs hang down as she leaned over to run her hands over Aaron’s stomach. Her boobs didn’t hang down yet, she hoped hers would be as big as that one day. She thought about her baby and wondered if they would grow for that, she heard that was a thing. She looked back at Aaron and his eyes were closed. His mouth was open, and he was breathing deep. She kissed his nose, and he opened his eyes. “You enjoying this?” Sam said and kissed his lips. “Fuck, you girls are incredible.” Aaron said and Sam chuckled. “I will take that as a yes.” Sam said and looked at her friend again. Madison moved her hands over his stomach, she was trying to avoid his cock, she had seen that already. She leaned over and ran her hands over his chest, she took a deep breath. This must be what Sam was talking about. His chest muscles felt like iron, she loved the way there were like little mountains on his chest. She leaned over farther and then she felt her breast touch his cock. She loved that and she lowered her body, rubbing her breasts over his cock. She heard him moan and she knew he liked it as well. “Well fuck, that is hot.” Sam said as she saw Madison rub her boobs over his cock. Aaron was about to lose his mind and then he felt Madison slide up onto his hips. She was sitting on his cock now and her hands were on his chest, she was moving her hips slowly. Her eyes were closed, and she looked like she was lost in thought. He was pretty sure this little scene was one of the hottest he had ever seen. He could make a billion dollars just filming these girls but then he would have to share them with the world. Fuck that, he would stay poor and keep them to himself. He gasped as he felt his cock nestle between her pussy lips. He looked down and she was sliding slowly across his shaft. Her pussy was so warm and wet, and he hoped she didn’t slide too far forward, he was pretty sure he would not be able to hold back. “Ok, that is even hotter, are you seeing this?” Sam said. “Oh yeah and feeling it as well.” Aaron said as he watched her slide on his cock. Madison felt his cock between her lips, it felt so good. It was hard and she was able to rub on it and even press her little button on it. She was so close, and she needed relief so badly, she felt like her body had been humming with excitement since Frank had his fingers in her this morning. Then Stacy touching her boobs and kissing her. Now Aaron’s cock had her on the edge and it wasn’t even inside her. She shivered as she thought how nice it would be when she was able to finally convince him to do it. She moaned and lifted her head as she felt herself moving to pleasure. She felt something different below her and then his cock was moving. She put her hand down between her legs and felt the sticky stuff again as it shot out of him. Aaron groaned; it was too much for him. His cock exploded and he felt his cum hit his belly. He looked down and she was running her hand through it and his next load hit her fingers. He leaned his head back as his balls emptied. Sam could not believe how much stuff came out of him again, he had already painted Madison’s face earlier. He must have an endless supply of this stuff. She saw Madison dip her fingers in it like she did with Frank. That was an unfortunate side effect of having to see with your fingers. She watched her friend catch some of his stuff on her fingers as he kept spraying more and more. He finally finished and she watched Madison lean over and lay down on him. Her head was under his chin. Aaron put his arms around her, and Sam smiled. Madison shivered as she laid on Aaron’s strong chest. She could feel his stuff on her belly as she laid there. She smiled as she thought of how much of his stuff had been on her since they came out here. She didn’t mind at all, she loved feeling it, it was like his love was all over her. She took a deep breath as her body settled down, again taken to the edge with no relief. She just decided to enjoy her Aaron for a little while. She moved her hand over his chest muscles. “Fuck, I think I need to get in the water to cool off.” Sam said and Madison grunted. “You ok, rock star?” Sam said. “Yeah, I am just so comfortable.” Madison said softly. “Ok, I am going in, let me know if you want to go in.” Sam said. “Ok.” Madison said. Sam stood and looked down at them. She thought it was one of the cutest things she had ever seen. Well, I guess since they were both naked it would go beyond cute. She touched Madison’s back and ran her hand down her body as she walked, trailing her fingers across her pretty butt. Sam heard Madison moan and then she ran and jumped in the pool. The water felt so good on her body. She wondered why everyone didn’t swim naked, it was so different. She dove down and touched the bottom; she was so happy to be here and out of the control of her daddy. She felt her heart jump and then she swam to the surface. Madison raised her head, and she could feel Aaron’s breath on her cheek. “Did you like that?” Madison said. “Baby girl, you are incredible, that was probably the best thing I have ever felt. I don’t know how you do it.” Aaron said. “Even better than Alex?” Madison said. “Don’t you dare put me in that position, it will only end in tears.” Aaron said and Madison smiled. “Sorry, that was mean.” She said and laid her head back on his chest. Aaron put his hand on her head. He was so happy, his cock was surrounded by pussy, one that was fucking him anytime he wanted and three that desperately wanted to fuck him. Life was good. “Speaking of Alex, did you tell her we were home?” Madison said. “No, I haven’t talked to her today.” Aaron said and Madison lifted her head. “Aaron, we need to call her and tell her we are home.” Madison said and he reached for the phone. “Ok, ok, relax, I will call her.” Aaron said and she put her head back on his chest. “You guys are so thoughtless at times.” Madison said and he slapped her butt. She squealed a little and he laughed. “Alex, hey.” Aaron said. “Aaron, hey, any update?” Alex said. “Yeah, the girls got released, we are home.” Aaron said. “That is great.” Alex said. “Sarah is still in the hospital; she needs shoulder surgery.” Aaron said. “Fuck, will this never end? How is she?” Alex said. “She is in a little pain; she finally came clean on that. Katie is with her.” Aaron said. “So, you are there with the girls?” Alex said. “Yeah, I have one of them on me now. Hold on.” Aaron said and put the phone in Madison’s hand. “Hi Alex.” Madison said. “Hey, sweet girl. How are you doing?” Alex said. “Good right now, I am laying on Aaron and he is very comfortable.” Madison said. “Yes, he is. Is it good to be home?” Alex said. “Oh yes, and it is nice to be outside.” Madison said. “What are you guys doing?” Alex said. “Well, we were playing around a little.” Madison said and Alex felt a tingle between her legs. “I am sure Aaron is enjoying that.” Alex said. “Yeah, he sprayed a bunch on my face.” Madison said and Alex slid her hand between her legs. “Oh wow, I guess he is enjoying it.” Alex said and rubbed her pussy over her panties. “Yes, but I wish you were here.” Madison said. “Oh baby, there is no place I would rather be.” Alex said. “So come home. Tell Mr. Thompson that I need you. It is true.” Madison said. “God, you are impossible to say no to. I will ask him.” Alex said. “Cool, you don’t need a suit, we are kinda naked and I want to kiss you all over anyway.” Madison said and Alex shivered in her chair. “I will be home soon. Let me talk to Aaron really quick.” Alex said and Madison held the phone out. “Hey, so I guess you are coming home early?” Aaron said. “Fuck, that was so hot. You really came on her face?” Alex said. “Yeah, it was not on purpose, they are sort of tricky.” Aaron said. “I will be home soon.” Alex said. “Hurry, I could use reinforcements.” Aaron said and Alex laughed. Aaron put down his phone on the table. Madison lifted her head. “I think I might need to get in the water, I am kinda sticky.” Madison said and Aaron laughed. “I guess so, you made a mess.” Aaron said. “Yeah, but it was good, right?” Madison said. “Oh yes, it was very good.” He said and picked her up. He carried her to the pool and walked down the steps with her. He moved into the water with her in his arms. Sam swam over and he let Madison slide out of his arms. Sam took her hand and they stood. “This feels really nice.” Madison said. “Yeah, it does. I didn’t realize how much I missed it.” Sam said and led Madison out to deeper water. “I think I need to put my head under water, I am pretty sure there is some of his stuff in my hair.” Madison said and Sam laughed. Madison dipped her head and it felt very strange to be under water and not be able to see. It was a little scary, but she held onto Sam and pulled her head out of the water. “Much better, you look clean now and ready for the next round.” Sam said and Madison laughed. “You think he still has some stuff left?” Madison said. “Oh yeah, I am sure with a little rest and watching us kiss some more he will be raring to go.” Sam said. “So, there is more kissing?” Madison said and she felt Sam touch her boob. Sam’s fingers felt so good on her body. She let go of Sam’s hand and treaded water. Sam put her other hand on her other boob. Madison loved it when her friend touched her. “There is a lot more kissing in your future, rock star. We will be living together for at least a little while and I have some catching up to do. I plan on kissing these a lot for sure.” Sam said and squeezed Madison’s boobs. “That sounds good to me.” Madison said and smiled. “Hey, rock star, I have to pee really bad. You good?” Sam said. Madison felt strong and the water felt nice. “Yeah, I am good. Hurry back.” Madison said. “I will be quick. Don’t go anywhere.” Sam said and kissed Madison on the lips. Madison heard her swim away and then she heard her ask Aaron where the towels were. It sounded like Aaron was sitting on the steps or on the side of the pool. She treaded water and felt like her body was finally clean after the hospital. The shower with Stacy was nice but she didn’t feel particularly clean afterwards. She dipped her head down to wet her hair again. She felt disoriented when her head came out of the water. She turned her head around to try and figure out where she was and if Aaron was still there. She didn’t hear him and the panic set in. Madison tried to stay calm, but her heart was racing, and her arms felt like they weren’t working right suddenly. She tried to stay up, but she felt herself slip under the water. She turned and did not know where the surface was. She tried to swim but she felt like she was going deeper. She stopped and let her body try to reorient. Her lungs were burning. She pushed with her legs, and she felt her head break the water. She was able to scream once before she slipped back under, and the water rushed into her mouth. Aaron looked at his phone and laughed at Alex’s text. He was putting the phone down on the table when he heard a terrifying scream. “Aaron!” He heard her scream and then saw her slip under the water. Aaron took two steps and dove in the pool; he saw her floating under the water and she was barely moving. He grabbed her and swam to the stairs. He pulled her out and laid her on the deck. Her chest was not moving, and water was flowing out of her mouth and nose. His training took over and he started chest compressions, he tilted her head back and tried to blow air into her lungs. He felt it blocked and then he started compressions again. Sam walked onto the deck, her bladder feeling much better. She could not wait to get back to her friend, but she got closer to the pool and her heart stopped. Aaron was pushing on Madison’s chest, and she was not moving. She screamed and broke into a run. She skidded on the deck on her knees and put her hands on Madison’s face. “Sam, make sure her airway is clear, tilt her head back.” Aaron said and Sam put her hand under her neck and pushed Madison’s head back, she saw liquid hit Madison’s face and she realized it was her tears. “No, you will not do this. Breathe!” Sam screamed and Madison spit up a fountain of water. Aaron jumped off her and tilted her sideways, Madison coughed, and more water came out of her. Sam was crying and holding her head. Madison coughed again but less water came out. She coughed again and no water. Aaron lifted her up and hugged her, her body was limp. “Baby, I am so sorry. Just try to breathe slowly.” He said in her ear. Sam saw Madison move her arms slightly and then she grabbed Aaron’s arms. Sam sat on the deck and took a deep breath; she realized her knees hurt. She looked and they were bleeding. She wrapped her arms around her legs and started rocking. She almost lost her friend, and she was scared to death. She realized she was shaking. Aaron looked at Sam and saw her rocking, the blood running down her legs. He held out his arm and she scrambled over. He wrapped his arm around her and held his little girls. He started to feel his heart slowing down, he could feel Madison breathing normally and he started to relax. Sam was crying and he squeezed her closer. He knew at that moment he would be with these girls for the rest of his life. He could see himself in a little shed in their backyard as they raised their families. He could not think of anything in his life more important than protecting them. He got a taste of life without them for a second when Madison stopped breathing and it was terrifying. Nope, never again. Madison took a deep breath and it almost felt normal. She was laying on Aaron again, but they were in the house, and she was wearing clothes. She could feel his heartbeat under her head. She rubbed her hand on his chest and he was wearing a shirt. She felt his arms around her, and it felt nice. She moved her head. “Good morning baby girl. How do you feel?” Aaron said and she moved her head towards him. “What happened?” Madison said. “You drowned, well, at least for a little while.” Sam said and Madison felt a hand on her back. “I drowned?” Madison said. “Yeah, you swallowed most of the pool. Aaron got it out of you, but you scared the shit out of us.” Sam said. “Sorry.” Madison said. “No, rock star, we should apologize to you. You were doing so good; I think we took too much for granted.” Sam said. “I used to be able to swim, what happened?” Madison said. “You lost your perspective, when you are in water, and you lose your orientation it is scary. You are not sure where to go and then panic sets in.” Aaron said. “Yeah, that is what it felt like. Like I didn’t know where the side was and then I couldn’t tell up or down. That was not fun.” Madison said. “No, it was not.” Sam said and rubbed her back. “What time is it?” Madison said. “It is 3:30. We let you sleep for a while once we knew you weren’t dead.” Sam said. “Well, thanks for making sure I wasn’t dead.” Madison said and smiled. “No problem.” Sam said. “So, does this mean there is no more kissing? I dreamed about it.” Madison said and lifted her head. “Rock star, you are unbelievable. You wake up from a near-death experience and you want to kiss?” Sam said. “Sorry, I like kissing.” Madison said and put her head back down on Aaron’s chest. Alex walked into the backyard, and no one was there. She went up onto the deck and saw them in the house. She opened the door and walked in, Aaron was leaning back on the recliner, Madison on his chest and Sam standing next to them, rubbing Madison’s back. The girls were wearing t-shirts and pajama pants. “Hey, I thought we were naked and out by the pool.” Alex said and Aaron looked up at her. He looked scared. “It seems that I drowned.” Madison said, not lifting her head. “Wait, what? You drowned?” Alex said and Sam turned around and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around the girl and looked at Aaron. “Madison and I were swimming and I had to go to the bathroom. She was fine and then she lost oriention and went under the water. Aaron saved her but it was really scary.” Sam said. “Oriention?” Alex said. “Orientation, she lost her bearings and panicked. I looked away for a second and then she went under.” Aaron said. Alex felt the pain in his voice, and she put her hand on his shoulder. He moved his head and kissed her hand. “Madison, are you ok now?” Alex said. “Yes, I feel fine, but no one wants to kiss me now. Everyone is too scared.” Madison said and Alex looked at Aaron. “We did get a little spooked, she stopped breathing.” Aaron said and Alex put her hand to her mouth. Alex touched Madison on the back. Sam sat on the floor. “Madison, they are just scared. They both love you more than anything and when they thought they lost you it was very frightening, I am sure. You just have to give them time and they will be kissing you again.” Alex said. “I was scared too; I saw my grandma. She was really mad, but it was nice to have my eyes working again, she told me to get back here and listen to my friends. I heard Sam scream and then everything went black again. Then I woke up here and my eyes are still broke. I am very confused.” Madison said. “Sweetheart let’s give Aaron a break. Come with me.” Alex said. Madison lifted her head and then got off Aaron. She stood up and Alex took her hand. She felt Alex sit down and then she was pulled onto her lap. She snuggled into Alex. She smelled nice and her boobs were soft under her head. Sam crawled up onto Aaron and he put his arms around her. Sam laid her head on his chest. It was very comfortable, now she knew why Madison hung out here. “You know you saved her again.” Sam said. “I shouldn’t have let her go under in the first place.” Aaron said. “Maybe, but from the way I look at it without you my momma and I would be dead and now Madison would be dead twice.” Sam said. Aaron took a deep breath. “Did I mention I love you?” Aaron said. “Yeah, you did say something like that earlier.” Sam said. “Thanks for reminding me why every so often.” Aaron said. “You said for the rest of my life, right?” Sam said. “Yep.” Aaron said. “Good, I will remind you as often as you need.” Sam said and looked at her friend. She was snuggled up on Alex on the couch. Alex was rubbing her back. “Thanks.” Aaron said. “You know, I think she may be more scared than us. She was the one that actually died for a second. She said she saw her grandma; don’t you see dead people when you die?” Sam said. “That’s what they tell me. You are right again, she is very scared, how do you always see everything so clearly?” Aaron said. “I guess that is my superpower, that and making you crazy.” Sam said and looked at him. “That is true.” Aaron said. “I am going to go and talk to her, my heart hurts when she is sad.” Sam said and crawled off Aaron. She walked over to the couch and looked down at Alex. Alex was wearing a brown button shirt and a brown skirt. She was wearing hose and pretty shoes. “Were you going to swim in those clothes?” Sam said. “I was promised naked so I figured it would not be a problem that I didn’t have a suit.” Alex said. “Yeah, we were sort of naked. Aaron looks good naked.” Sam said. “Yes, he does.” Alex said and smiled. “You should have seen Madison looking at his body. It was very exciting.” Sam said. “What do you mean?” Alex said, a little confused. “You see, Madison can only see what something looks like by touching it, so she looked at Aaron’s body, all of it.” Sam said. “Oh my.” Alex said. “Yeah, and then she was sliding on him, and he shot his stuff all over her again. He shot it all over her face the first time.” Sam said. “God, I did miss a lot.” Alex said. “The sliding part felt really good.” Madison said softly. Alex looked down at her. “How exactly were you sliding on him?” Alex said, many images moving across her head. “I was sitting on him; he was really hard, my lips were open, and he was sliding between them. I liked that a lot.” Madison said. “I would have liked to see that.” Alex said. “Rock star, we are sorry. We felt like it was our fault you got hurt but you must have been more scared than us. We would really like to kiss you again when you are ready.” Sam said. Madison lifted her head and smiled. Sam knelt on the couch next to Alex and leaned over and kissed Madison. Alex looked at Aaron and he was smiling. She figured she was getting a taste of what he went through today. She saw Madison’s tongue slide into Sam’s mouth. She felt another tingle between her legs. “I love you pretty girl.” Madison said when they broke their kiss. “I love you too rock star.” Sam said and touched her friend’s cheek. “You know, I did promise her naked.” Madison said softly. “Yeah, momma says you should never break promises.” Sam said and unbuttoned the top button on Alex’s shirt. Madison put her hands down and found some buttons, she started on them. “Hey, wait a minute.” Alex said and grabbed her shirt. “Aaron, can you help us?” Sam said and Alex saw Aaron get up and walk over. “What are you guys doing?” Alex said. “Not breaking our promise.” Sam said and opened another button. “Wait a second, I thought we were done with that.” Alex said and squealed as Aaron lifted her up and put her on the floor. Aaron held her arms over her head, and she looked up at him. He blew her a kiss and she moaned. Two sets of little hands soon had her shirt open. She felt her bra pop open and then her skirt got loose and started moving down her legs. A warm mouth wrapped around her nipple, and she looked to see Madison latched onto her breast. Her skirt was soon off her legs and then she felt her panties sliding down. “Aaron, should we take these off?” Sam said, grabbing the edge of Alex’s stocking. “Up to you, I do think they are pretty hot, and they aren’t covering anything we need to get to.” Aaron said. “That’s what I was thinking.” Sam said and tossed her panties. Alex screamed when she felt the hot little tongue touch her pussy. She spread her legs and Sam dove in. Sam licked slowly up the inside of her open pussy. She tasted wonderful. She flicked her tongue over her little button and Alex moaned. She looked up and Madison was kissing Alex. Sam knew what that felt like, she lowered her head and licked the soft inside of Alex’s smooth pussy. Alex was moaning and her hips were squirming. Madison was driving her tongue into her mouth and Sam was working magic between her legs. Someone was pinching her nipples; she had no idea who and she didn’t care. Her body was on fire and these girls were pouring gasoline on it. She felt Sam suck on her clit, and she screamed into Madison’s mouth. Madison pulled back and Alex saw her pull off her shirt. Alex was now sucking on a little nipple like a madwoman. She felt Madison hold her head as she nursed on the young breast. Aaron looked down at his girlfriend and was worried he would ever be able to please her again after this. She was moaning and screaming and now she was licking and sucking on Madison’s breast. He had to admit these girls outdid themselves again. This scene was hot as fuck, and he was rock hard again. Someone was getting fucked in a minute, he looked down at Alex and she would lose her mind when he shoved his cock in her at the same time that these girls kissed on her. Alex screamed and her body exploded under all the stimulation. Her hips lurched off the ground and Sam held onto her thighs, her tongue still licking the sweet pink inside of Alex’s pussy. Madison felt Alex fall off her breast and she held her; she could feel Alex shaking. Madison held her friend as she recovered from her orgasm. Madison felt her own pussy start to throb; her body was starting to hum again. Aaron stood up and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He took a picture that he would treasure the rest of his life. Alex looked well-fucked; her face was flushed. Her boobs were shiny with Madison’s saliva. Her head was in Madison’s arms with Madison’s wonderful breasts hanging over her face. Sam looked up at him from between her legs and he snapped the picture. It was a classic and his cock was tenting his pants badly. “So, how was that?” Aaron said. “Son of a bitch, that was so good. I have never felt anything like that.” Alex said and the girls giggled. Sam moved up and laid her head on Alex’s belly. “I know, I am afraid I won’t be able to live up to that.” Aaron said. “You are lucky you have that big cock, that is your only ace in the hole.” Alex said and Aaron laughed. “I want that.” Madison said and everyone looked at her. “You want what, sweetie.” Alex said. “What you just had, it felt and sounded like it was amazing.” Madison said. “It was.” Alex said. “I want that.” Madison said and turned her head up to Aaron. He looked down at her unfocused eyes and her wonderful breasts. “Guys, she did die today, I guess she deserves it.” Aaron said and Madison smiled. Alex got up and pulled off her shirt and bra. She hugged Madison and then kissed her softly. Madison moaned as Alex slipped her tongue into the young girl’s mouth. Alex kept kissing her and laid her down on the floor, Alex leaning over her and kissing her deeply. Madison put her arms around Alex and felt her pajama pants sliding down her legs. She flinched when her panties started sliding down. Her body was shivering with desire, she spread her legs and started moving her hips. Aaron looked down and Madison looked out of control already. She was squeezing Alex’s head and they were kissing hard, it looked like she was trying to swallow Alex. Her legs were wide open, and her hips were moving up and down. He stared at her pussy, it was gorgeous, just like the rest of her. Sam was moving between her legs, and he saw the little tongue reach out and touch Madison. He heard a scream and Madison was not kissing Alex anymore. Alex was kissing and sucking on a stiff little nipple. Madison had her hands on Alex’s head, and she was breathing hard. Sam worked on her open pussy and Madison moaned. Aaron saw her body shake and he thought she came. Sam and Alex pulled off. Madison pulled Alex back down to her chest. “More, don’t stop.” Madison whimpered. Sam started licking again and Alex sucked a nipple back in her mouth. Aaron knelt and put his hand on her belly. He heard her moan and her hand shot down to grab his. He rubbed her belly and she held onto his wrist. “Aaron, please.” Madison whimpered and he looked at her, she was crying and holding Alex’s head. Aaron felt her push his hand down and he moved it to her waist and then on her thigh, she let go of his wrist. Sam was licking her furiously and he moved his hand down her leg, touching the inside of her thigh. He saw her flinch. “Please.” Madison whimpered again. Sam lifted her head and grabbed his hand. She pulled it between Madison’s legs. He touched the soft inside of her open pussy. He slid his finger through her lips. Sam grabbed his finger and slid it inside Madison. Her hips lurched. He slid his finger deeper. “Yes, please, Aaron.” Madison said, a little louder. Alex looked at Aaron and saw he was between Madison’s legs. Aaron looked at her and she nodded. He looked back down, and the little pussy was throbbing, his finger was sliding easily in and out of her. He pushed it deeper, and she pushed up with her hips, trying to pull it even deeper. He looked up at her face and her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, there was saliva running out of the side of her mouth. Alex was licking a nipple again. Aaron felt his pants loosen and looked down to see Sam pulling them down, his cock flopping out. Aaron pulled his finger out and Madison whimpered. He moved between and grabbed her legs. He pushed them back and apart and then laid his shaft between her open lips. He started sliding it back and forth like she was doing outside. Her hips pushed up and he held onto her legs. “Aaron, please.” Madison said in a small voice. He looked and her head was moving, like she was trying to find him. Sam grabbed his cock and ran her hand down it slowly. He looked down and she was looking up at him. Sam pulled his cock off Madison’s pussy and put the head at the entrance to her young pussy. She rubbed it around and Madison squirmed. Aaron shook his head back and forth. Sam nodded and slid the head of his cock inside Madison. Aaron pulled back and Sam held on. “Aaron, please, I love you, please.” Madison said, she was crying again and moving her hips. Aaron felt Sam pull him closer and his head moved into her again. She was so warm and wet, it felt like heaven. He struggled and then he heard her whimper again. He pushed gently and his cock slid into Madison a couple of inches. He heard her suck in her breath and he stopped. She was reaching out her left hand. He grabbed it and she squeezed it hard. “Please, Aaron.” Madison said softly. He looked at her and he could swear she was looking at him. Her head was locked onto him. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. She squeezed his hand and pulled him. He pushed and more of his black cock moved into his young friend. He looked down and her pussy looked stuffed but he was not hitting any resistance. Her hand was still pulling him, and he looked down. There was about 5 inches still showing so he knew she had taken 4 inches. Her lips looked stretched; he was worried he was going to hurt her. She pulled his hand again and he slid two more inches into her. “Oh God, don’t stop. Alex, please.” Madison said. Alex felt the girl pull her and she sucked a little nipple back in her mouth. She so wanted to watch him, but she had a job to do. Madison rubbed her head and moaned. Aaron felt her pull him again and he pushed gently. He looked down and there was now only about two inches left. He took a deep breath and looked at her. Her eyes were still closed, her mouth was open. She was breathing deep. He smiled as he saw Alex nursing on a pretty breast. He saw Madison holding Alex’s head, she knew what she wanted. He felt her squeeze his hand and pull him as she pushed her hips towards him. Sam watched Aaron’s cock slide completely inside her best friend. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It was huge but it was all the way in, she was amazed. She wondered what that felt like, there would be a great talk tonight. She reached out and touched Madison’s pussy where his cock was, the skin was stretched but Madison did not seem to be in any pain. “Please, Sam, help.” Madison said softly. Sam looked up at Aaron, he looked frozen. She stood up, he was kneeling, so she was the same height. She moved to his ear. “Aaron, fuck her. Slowly, but she needs you to fuck her.” Sam whispered. She looked at him and he looked lost. Sam kissed him and he groaned. She slid her tongue into his mouth as he was buried in her friend. He kissed her back and she felt him push deeper into Madison. She broke the kiss and looked down; their skin was now touching. She looked at her friend. She looked like she was on the edge, her hips were trying to move, her legs were spread with a large black man between them. It looked really hot. Sam knelt and kissed Madison’s tummy, a few inches over her pussy. “Yes, Sam, please.” Madison said and Sam moved her tongue lower and touched Madison’s little button. Her friend screamed and lurched off the floor. “Aaron.” Sam said forcefully. Aaron looked down and started pulling back slowly, he saw her lips trying to hold onto him. He pulled almost out and then pushed back in just as slow. Madison whimpered and Aaron saw Sam licking her clit as he moved in and out of her 14-yr-old little body. She was still holding his hand and pulling him. He buried himself in her again and she grunted. Her hand squeezed him, and he pulled out a little quicker. He moved back in, and she grunted again when he hit bottom. “Aaron, I love you.” Madison said and she let go of his hand. He grabbed her legs. Aaron held her legs open and started moving in and out of her wonderful young pussy. She was moaning and squirming as he got into a rhythm. Her pussy was the tightest and warmest he had ever been inside. He loved the feeling of being completely buried in her small body. He felt himself speeding up and he looked to make sure he wasn’t hurting her. She was smiling and her eyes were still closed. She had a death grip on Alex’s head, and she was breathing fast. Sam sucked on her friend’s little button as the massive cock moved in and out of her pussy, inches from her face. She moved her tongue over and held it on the cock as it moved. It felt good and she moved back to her friend. She could feel her hips moving more as the cock moved, she knew Madison was close. She sucked her button and bit it gently. Madison screamed and pushed up off the floor. Sam held onto her button and sucked it hard. Aaron felt her push up hard, and he sped up, he was fucking her now. He was trying to hold back but she was not showing any discomfort, so he pushed harder. He was powering into her; she was pushing up against him. He heard her grunt when he pushed in deep, but it didn’t sound like pain. He felt her body tense up and then he heard her scream. Madison felt her orgasm hit her hard, Aaron’s cock felt amazing, like it was made for her. She felt so full and then so empty. The stimulation was coming from everywhere. Alex was sucking her nipples and that felt so good. Her best friend knew exactly where to kiss her and that magic black cock was filling her completely. She screamed and her body tensed up, she felt like she lost control for a second, it felt like she was floating and then the pleasure ripped through her, she had never felt anything like it, it was like all her nerve endings were lit up at the same time. She would remember this for a long time, her body started convulsing and she could not stop it. She heard Aaron groan loudly and push deep into her. Her head felt dizzy, it felt like electricity was flowing through her, the pleasure was all she could feel and then her body was numb. Sam licked her again and another surge of pleasure ripped through her, her body started to shake again. She screamed, she felt her body stop shaking and then there was nothing. Sam saw her go limp, her arms and legs dropped to the floor. Aaron came deep inside the young girl. He filled her small pussy with a massive load, he felt like he was pumping a gallon into her. She was shaking under him, and his cock was being massaged by her pussy as the contractions moved through her body. He pulled out and her pussy closed around his seed. He looked up and she looked like she had passed out. “Madison.” Aaron said. He shook her leg, and she did not react. “Alex, is she ok?” Aaron said. Alex saw her chest moving and she touched her soft cheek. Madison moaned and turned towards the touch. Alex saw her open her eyes, she immediately moved her head towards Aaron and started crying hard. Her little body was wracked with sobs and the tears exploded out of her eyes. “Aaron, Aaron.” Madison screamed through her sobs. “Honey, I am so sorry. I am here. Are you ok?” Aaron said, moving towards her, grabbing her hands. His heart was breaking as she continued to cry. “Alex, help me, is she hurt?” Aaron said, kneeling and holding Madison’s hand. He saw her turn her head towards him, her face crumbled, and she started crying harder. Aaron felt his throat tighten and he started crying as well, he was afraid he had hurt her really bad. “Aaron.” Madison said softly, trying to talk. Her head stayed locked onto his voice. “Baby, what is it? Talk to me. What is wrong?” Aaron said through his tears, touching her wet cheek with his other hand. “Aaron, I can see you.” Madison said, looked at him and smiled as she continued to cry.

Modelling at Fourteen by Harry Perry When Nicole was three years old, her mother died in a car accident.  It was a very sad time in my life, but I did my best to bring up my daughter with good values and morals.  We got along well, and I was very proud of what a beautiful young girl she became over the years.  I rarely had any problems with her, and she demonstrated the conservative views her mother had when I married her.  Nicole wore nice conservative clothes to school while all her classmates seemed to be dressing more provocatively.  She never showed any interest in getting a bikini, even though her friends would frequently swim in our pool wearing tiny thongs.  Nicole seemed perfectly satisfied in her one-piece even though I could tell she had a killer body under her clothes. By the time Nicole was thirteen, I could see that she was filling out nicely.  Even though her clothes hid all of her charms, it was clear that her breasts were well developed under her blouses, her waist was firm and trim, and her hips flared out just right.  I mostly knew this from seeing here in the pool with her friends. My social life was close to nil.  I only went on lunch dates with co-workers and an occasional dinner when Nicole was at a friend’s for a sleep-over.  My needs were met in private while taking a shower.  This usually became necessary after watching my daughter’s friends romping around in the back yard in their skimpy bathing suits.  It amazed me that these young girls were so open with their bodies, especially at such a young age.  It was often difficult when one or two of these young nubile bodies would come bounding into the kitchen to get a drink or snack, flaunting their practically naked bodies around me without a molecule of modesty at all.  Often their young nipples were fully erect, and many of the girls exhibited clear camel-toes in their flimsy bikini bottoms.  I couldn’t believe that they didn’t know that they were showing it all to me, but they expressed no indication of discomfort. On Nicole’s fourteenth birthday, she came home from school extremely excited.  "Daddy,” she announced as she bounded into the study where I worked, "I’ve been selected!  They had a contest at school, and I was the winner!” That’s great, honey!” I replied.  "What did you win?” "I didn’t win anything,” she said, still jumping up and down.  "I got picked to be a model for a magazine spread.  There were twenty of us that submitted our profiles, and I was the only one picked!” "Wow!  That’s fantastic!” I enthused.  "What magazine is it?” "It’s called Eighteen!" she said excitedly.  "Can you believe it?  And I’m only fourteen, but they picked me anyway!” "Really?  Do they know how old you are?” "Of course, Daddy!  I had to put it on the form, but they said I was perfect for the story.  They wanted to do an article on young girls growing up. You know,  ‘Blossoming into eighteen-year-olds,’ they said.” "What all do you have to do?” I asked. "Well, I have an interview with the writers of the story this weekend.  Then, next weekend, we have the photo shoot for the story.  Isn’t that cool!” "It sure is, honey!”  I could tell she was just jumping out of her skin with excitement.  I was a bit concerned with how this might change her personality, but I felt confident that Nicole would handle the new popularity and celebrity status well. On the next Saturday, I drove Nicole to the studio for her interview.  She didn’t want me following her in; she wanted to be treated like a mature woman.  She thought having her dad walking in would give the wrong impression, so I agreed to return in a few hours to take her home. After her interview, she was even more excited than before.  "Daddy!  It is just so exciting.  They told me all about the photo shoot.  We choreographed the whole thing.  It’s going to be a kind of picture story, and we’re going to shoot it at the duck pond out at Heritage Park.  All the kids at school are invited, and I hope you’ll be there.  They’re going to have a wardrobe for me and a makeup artist and everything!  It’s so cool!  It’s like I’m a movie star or something!” It did sound like fun, and I was just thrilled that my daughter was enjoying it so much.  Of course I would be there, and I was sure this was a safe environment for her considering it was outdoors, in public and sponsored by the school. The following Saturday, I drove my little girl to the park.  We arrived at 10AM, and the Eighteen! crew was already there.  I couldn’t believe how many people they required.  Lights had been set up, and cameras on tripods were scattered around the area where the pictures were to be taken.  Lighting umbrellas were strategically placed around a central "staging area” where the subject of the pictures would be.  A brand new ATV tricycle was in the center of the area, and I presumed this was a prop for the picture story.  A number of expensive looking video cameras were there, too, as well as a small, growing crowd of onlookers. Nicole was beside herself with excitement.  She was dressed in jeans and a loose-fitting tee-shirt.  She explained that her wardrobe was here, so she was to dress casually.  My daughter had washed and brushed out her long, wavy, blond hair, but it wasn’t styled.  Again it was supposed to be done by the makeup artist. After parking the car, Nicole ran to the director and presented herself.  He sent her to a small tent that had been set up off to the side.  She dashed over to it and disappeared.  The director then came over, shook my hand, and introduced himself as Berry somebody.  He told me that my daughter was beautiful and an excellent candidate for professional modeling in the future because of her enthusiasm, openness, and style.  He had to keep working and set up for the big moment, so he pointed me to a row of chairs for VIPs.  I chose the chair next to the one with the name "Nicole” written on it, presuming that chair was for my daughter when she had her breaks. As I looked around, I noticed five large men dressed in only small, fire-engine red bikini-style bathing suits.  The guys were obviously body-builders and appeared to have had all their body hair shaved off.  Their bright red suits were extremely small and tight, showing off their tight muscular glutes and masculine "package.”  I wondered about the theory that highly developed men had small genitals as these guys clearly displayed the contrary.  A young woman was rubbing them down with oil to make their bodies glisten in the bright sun.  I couldn’t help but stare at their highly developed bodies, their overly built muscles and thick veins showing everywhere. After about an hour, Nicole finally came out of the tent.  She was absolutely beautiful.  Her hair was well combed and looked full and lustrous as it billowed out around her face and hung down over her shoulders.  The makeup artist had only applied a small amount of makeup to accent her already beautiful features. What caught me by surprise, though, was that she was dressed in the tiniest bikini I’d ever seen.  My little fourteen-year-old daughter was practically naked.  I hadn’t seen her this exposed since the last time I gave her a bath when she was five.  I had to admit that her body was definitely fully developed, and she had nothing to be ashamed of, but this just didn’t look like my conservative little girl who preferred a one-piece over a bikini.  In spite of her very conservative lifestyle up until that point, she didn’t seem at all uncomfortable with her current exposure. Nicole dashed over to me to model the suit and show me how they had "fixed her up.”  She stood with her arms outstretched to let me have the full effect of her essentially naked body, and I suddenly realized that I was having feelings for my daughter that were not appropriate for her father to have.  She was amazing looking, and her body was surprisingly well sculpted, firm and showing signs of muscles through her velvety smooth skin.  The conservative little girl I’d always known was showing no signs of modesty as she stood in front of me practically naked, asking me, her father, to inspect and admire her body. I was also surprised to see a mild, golden tan all over her body, especially since I knew she always was well covered when outside.  It didn’t look like makeup, and there weren’t any tan lines that I could see, so I wondered how her body got to be such a nice, even color. Nicole was fortunate in that she got all of the good genes from her mother.  It looked to me like her breasts were fully developed at her young age.  They looked to be a good C-cup with pert little nipples pushing against the bright blue satin material that barely covered her areolas.  She was obviously proud of her body, and she seemed unaware of how her young breasts jiggled delightfully as she bounced with excitement. After a good two minutes of letting me view her body, she spun around to let me see her from behind.  That’s when I noticed that the bikini bottoms were a thong.  Her butt was completely bare with only a hint of the string that was the bikini.  Again I was surprised at her sudden lack of modest, but I was also quite impressed when I saw that her butt cheeks were nicely toned, rounded and firm. "Don’t I look great, Daddy?” she asked with excitement.  I was stunned and unable to speak, and before I could answer, she said, "I gotta go.  Wish me luck.” "Break a leg,” was all I could come up with, and it sounded so lame.  I wanted to ask her about the lack of clothes, what happened to her conservative morals, her modesty and how she got to be so beautiful. I struggled with what I was seeing.  My sweet little girl was running away from me into a crowd of people, and she was as good as naked.  She didn’t seem to be at all shy or modest, which baffled me because she’d never even wandered the house in less than a full-length, thick terry-cloth bathrobe.  As I watched her naked ass dash into the crowd of cameramen and crew, she waved at her friends on the sidelines and did a little pirouette for them.  Apparently she wasn't modest in front of them, either. A few minutes later, the director had her doing various poses on the ATV.  They were surprisingly sexy, but I was impressed with my little girl being so good in front of the camera.  I certainly didn’t want to be the prude father, so I watched and held my tongue. One thing that I noticed in the bright sunlight and with the lights focused on her was that the bikini bottoms she was wearing were even smaller than I thought.  It caught my eye during one pose where her feet were on the large rubber wheels at the back of the ATV and she sat backwards and leaned back over the handlebars.  With her knees slightly spread, I noticed a good two inches of dark blond pubic fur rising above the tiny blue triangle of material between her thighs.  It was clearly trimmed into a neat two-inch-wide patch that lay flat against her tight abdomen.  It almost looked like a tattoo, but it left no doubt that the bottom of her bikini did not cover her privates completely.  I couldn’t believe that she wasn’t aware of this as she moved from one pose to the next. On a few of the poses, the director had to adjust the light shades or the camera positions, and Nicole had a few seconds to relax.  She didn’t leave her position or move out of her pose, but she would grin and wave to me or her friends, depending on which direction she was facing. A little later I realized that she was quite aware of her bikini and how it fit.  On one occasion, she adjusted the tiny triangles covering her areolas to make sure they hadn't shifted.  I guess it's a girl thing, but I felt my heart thump as I watched her hold her breast with one hand while adjusting the blue triangle with the other.  Then, a little later on, I saw her make similar adjustments to the bottom of her bikini.  There's no way she didn't see her pubic strip of hair as she looked at herself down there. After a number of pictures were taken, two of the big, muscular men joined her.  The director had them stand around the ATV, and Nicole would pose with them.  Most of the pictures showed her hanging from their broad shoulders or leaning against their huge pecks while they just stood like statues.  She seemed to be really enjoying these shots as she would often pause to stare or stroke her palm across their oiled, lean muscles.  This was yet another side of my daughter that I'd never seen. The director had the men move into different positions and act like statues while my little girl placed herself against them or in front of them for the camera.  This continued for a good twenty minutes. Things started to change right about this time.  The director had one of the big guys squat down in front of the ATV with his knees straddling the fat front tire.  Nicole was seated on the handlebars facing him with her bare feet on his thighs.  A fluffer was called in to do something to my daughter, but I couldn’t see what it was.  Whatever she was doing, Nicole and the big guy were looking down between her legs to watch. Some pictures were taken, and then there was her first break. "So, what did you think?” my daughter asked me as she plopped into her chair next to me. "You look beautiful,” I replied. "It’s a lot more work than I thought it would be, but it is so exciting!” "Don’t you think you should put a robe on?” I asked. "That’s okay, I’m a little hot.  It’s really hot under all those lights.” "Your bathing suit is awfully small,” I said gently, hoping not to give her a sense of disapproval. "I know!” she said enthusiastically.  "Isn’t it cool!  I’ve always wanted to try one of these on.  They said I could keep it after the shoot today.” "But your pubic...” I started. Suddenly, Nicole stood up and turned to face me.  "Don't go away, Daddy!  The next part is going to be the best, and I don't want you to miss it.  I’ve got to go say hi to a few of my friends.  Okay?” "But... uh, okay.  Sure, honey,” I said reluctantly, "but don’t you think you should cover up a little?”  Heck, no!  I want them all to see this fantastic bikini!  Also, Britney wanted to see what the fluffer did, so I want to show her.” "What was the fluffer doing?” I asked before she turned to run off. "She was just brushing my pubic hair so it was fluffed out,” she answered over her shoulder. I was so shocked that I didn’t respond.  My conservative little girl just admitted that she knew that her pubic hair was showing, and she didn’t care.  She wasn’t even uncomfortable with it, and she was just so blasé when the young woman brushed it for the cameramen right in front of the male model.  Wow! What made me really uncomfortable was how stimulated I was.  This was my pure, sweet, beautiful daughter!  I was feeling erotic urges toward her.  I could only justify it with the fact that it had been years since I enjoyed the company of a woman, and my daughter was the epitome of perfection in a young female. As I said, the last set of poses before the break was the beginning of a change in the flavor of the pictures.  After the break, things got even more sensual.  I was concerned for my daughter, but she seemed to be handling it all in stride.  As a matter of fact, she was so excited and enthusiastic, I was afraid of crushing her dreams and energy. The first set of poses after the break had two of the men standing on either side of the ATV with Nicole sitting as if riding it.  The men were facing each other, and with Nicole sitting between them, her face was exactly at their crotch level.  Considering how close they stood to her, she could turn her face in either direction and brush her nose against the bulging genitalia of one of the men if she wanted.  From where I sat, I could see clear definition in both men’s suits, and I was sure from her even closer proximity that Nicole could, too.  Although she turned her head from side to side for various shots, which made her look straight at one or the other guy’s bulge, she didn’t act at all like she noticed.  The pose was obviously supposed to show her looking at each of the men’s clearly defined package, and she gave appropriate shocked, impressed and aroused facial expressions for the clicking cameras. The director went in to give Nicole and the guys some instructions for the next shoot.  One of the guys stepped out of the area, and the other guy took my daughter's place on the ATV.  Nicole stood on a little step behind him and looked over one of his broad shoulders.  She didn’t look straight ahead as I would have expected, she looked over his shoulder and down toward the gas tank of the tricycle.  A couple of pictures were taken. Then Nicole climbed around the guy and sat on the gas tank facing him.  She straddled her legs around the guy’s slender waist and over his thick thighs as her hands roamed all over his thick, powerful chest.  A few more pictures were taken. The next thing I knew, Nicole was reaching down in front of the guy and using her index finger to pull the top of his bikini briefs toward her about three inches.  She leaned in toward him and looked straight down into the gap she had made.  Clearly, she was looking into his tight little briefs right at his exposed genitalia.  Again she made faces of shock, excitement, amazement and desire for the cameras as they clicked around her. The camera crew then adjusted a few of the light shades and umbrellas while my daughter held the man's briefs open, apparently to provide better light for what Nicole had exposed.  Cameras moved in closer to take more shots.  I could only imagine that some of the pictures showed her finger holding the suit open and the exposed genitalia within. The next set of pictures required two men again.  This one had both guys standing on either side of the ATV facing toward the front with their arms crossed as if they were guards.  Nicole sat on the handlebars facing toward the back; the opposite direction as the men.  The director had the guys move up until they were on either side of my daughter where she could reach out and place her hands on their muscular abs.  Pictures were taken. With a nod from the director, Nicole lowered her hands and placed them over the bulges in front of the two men.  She closed her hands over their genitalia, and more pictures were taken.  Neither of the men moved as they held their strict pose. Another nod from the director, and my daughter reached her hands inside the waistband of the tight suits and maneuvered her fingers over their genitals.  The suits were so thin, I could see her digits fairly clearly as they wiggled and slid down until they cupped the contents.  More pictures were taken.  This time, though, the video camera was brought around, and Nicole was told something that I couldn’t hear.  Her fingers started moving with more purpose, and it could be seen that the men were getting aroused.  The video camera caught all the action as the two erections grew toward the outside hip of both men. Within just a couple of minutes, a huge, rigid knob was pressing hard to one side of Nicole’s right hand, as if the man’s erection was trying to break out of the thin suit.  Her hands continued to fondle the shaft and balls while the knob stretched harder and harder against the material. On the other man, his erection appeared to be considerably smaller.  Instead of growing off to one side, she had maneuvered his to stretch upward, and as it did, my daughter's hand rose with it.  Nicole managed to keep the man's erection covered from the cameras and audience’s view as it continued to stretch up toward the waistband.  Her skillful hands managed to constrain the man's erection within the material while she continued to fondle him to full arousal. Finally, apparently completely erect, Nicole adjusted the large erection to her right so that it pointed straight out from the man's torso, pushing the thin red bikini briefs in front of the man to a rounded point.  The waistband was stretched to its limit by the large rigid knob and probably exposed the man’s engorged shaft to anyone that might be looking down his front.  My daughter's hand appeared to be wrapped around the base of his shaft, covering it from exposure, as she kept it pointing forward. Keeping our eyes on the huge tent in front of the man with the larger penis, I missed the action she was performing on the other man.  Apparently, his erection had escaped the top of his waistband, but because it was small, Nicole could keep her small fist clutching the head and restricting exposure to the crowds and cameras. Cameras clicked as the cameramen danced around trying to capture everything my little girl was doing to these two men.  The crowd moaned and groaned with each adjustment my daughter made. Now, I could rush into the crowd, scream and yell, drag my daughter out, and what would that accomplish?  Not only would it be traumatizing to Nicole, but it would probably cause a small riot, and I might not get out alive.  I felt out of control.  I had to sit there and watch my daughter do unspeakable things in front of an adoring audience.  To make it even worse, I was enjoying it myself. When the director then gave Nicole the sign, she dug her hands back into both suits, reaching deep down and behind the scrotums of the two men.  Then she rolled her wrist in such a way as to lower the front of the suits and let the waistband slide down her slender wrists and over the backs of her hands until they lodged right behind each of the guys’ ball-sacs.  At this point, the large erection was completely exposed and sticking straight out in the sunlight while my daughter’s hand was wrapped around the balls hanging below it.  On the other side of her was a very stiff smaller erection that bent upwards so the urethra opening pointed straight up toward the man’s chin.  Below it, Nicole had a hold of this man’s testicles as well.  Both men were completely shaved and showed not a sign of pubic hair. More pictures were taken.  The video cameras panned in close, and the crowd applauded the exposure. A few minutes later, the director told Nicole and the two men something, and they moved around for their next stint.  Nicole got off the ATV and stepped over in front of the man with the small erection.  She quickly put her thumbs in either side of his waistband and lowered the suit to the ground.  She only gave the guy’s erection a quick glance as her face passed by it.  Then she handed the tiny suit to the fluffer girl.  Stepping over to the other man, she then repeated the process and removed his suit completely. With the men completely naked and displaying full erections, Nicole sat on the ATV seat backwards and leaned back over the handlebars, rolling her head back so her long hair dangled over the front tire.  As she lifted her bare feet to rest on the two large, knobby tires, I noticed that her bright blue bikini bottoms appeared to have a dark blue stain rising up from between her legs.  I couldn’t imagine that it was caused just by sweat generated from the heat of the lights, but I didn’t want to think that my little girl was sexually aroused. The man with the smaller penis walked over to the ATV and straddled the front tire, bringing his erection right in line with Nicole’s face.  As he stepped closer, my daughter opened her mouth and captured his ball-sac.  She sucked it in, drawing his erection down so it rested on her chin and pointed out across her body.  Because of the strong upward bend in the shaft itself, the head of his cock still pointed slightly upward. Cameras clicked, crew ran around to get the right angles, and the video cameras came in close.  The director came in and said something quickly to Nicole while she maintained her pose.  She reached up with one hand and, using just her thumb and index finger, started stroking the small shaft over her chin.  She sucked vigorously on the bald nut-sack in her mouth while her fingers stroked faster and faster. I was beside myself at this point.  I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing.  I didn’t even know that Nicole had ever seen a penis before, and I was sure she’d never seen an erection.  I knew she knew the facts of life because I’d told them to her a number of years earlier, but I had never told her anything even hinting of the eroticism she now displayed.  What she was doing at that moment expressed a fairly comprehensive knowledge of a man’s genitals, based on the way she stroked his shaft and moved her fingers over the glans and just behind the head.  She wasn’t just trying to keep the guy erect.  She was clearly trying to make the guy reach a climax in a very exhibitionistic and erotic manner.  Where did she learn this stuff? This action continued for a good three minutes.  The crowd around the scene murmured as the cameras clicked and the video camera panned around for different angles.  I could see my daughter’s little tongue dart out every now and then as she used it to pull the front of the guy’s scrotum deeper into her mouth.  Her hand never seemed to tire as she continued to stroke the small shaft and finger the head. Suddenly, the man let out a grunt and jerked his hips forward.  Flashes flashed, cameras clicked and the crowd gasped.  Nicole’s mouth hung on tight, and her stroking never wavered as a huge stream of sperm jettisoned from the man’s penis and stretched down the sternum of my daughter’s chest.  Three long strings of white painted my daughter’s torso as the man continued to jerk out his seed.  The crowd went wild, and the camera crew scurried around as they snapped pictures from every angle. Nicole continued her gentle stroking until the guy shuddered and only small dribbles came out of his wilting cock, dripping down her chin and onto her neck.  With the guy’s balls still in her mouth, she then slowed her stroking into long, pulling movements to draw out any cum that still remained within his short shaft.  The cameras continued to click until the director finally yelled, "Cut!” I expected them to take a break, but the director gave Nicole some new directions.  Without hesitating, she untied the back of her bikini top and then untied the loop around her neck.  In one swift motion, she pulled the bikini top off and handed it to the fluffer girl.  Her breasts were magnificent as they stood firm and proud in the sunlight.  Her areolas were the same color as her mother’s, a dark tan color, and her nipples were solid pebbles resting on her full, firm orbs.  The fresh cum could still be seen clearly as it glistened between her beautiful tits and stretched down her flat stomach. My attention was so struck by her beautiful breasts that I suddenly realized she was also handing the bottoms of her bikini to the fluffer girl.  Suddenly I realized my little girl was stark naked in front of all these people, many of whom were friends of hers from school.  She didn’t show any sense of modesty at all and almost glowed in the exhibition of her naked body. Nicole then lay back against the handlebars again, only this time she kept her head up as she scooted her butt down the seat so it hung over the edge.  She then spread her legs wide and rested her calves on the tops of the large rubber tires of the tricycle.  She was now completely open to a huge audience of teens and adults, and I was looking from a slight angle at her fully exposed pussy.  I was awed by the neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair rising up from the top of her slit, while her lips were completely shaved and bare.  Her swollen pink lips proved that she was highly aroused, and I could even see her clitoris sticking out near the top of her slit. Seeing Nicole’s clit reminded me of her mother, who also had a very prominent love button.  On most women, it isn’t as obvious, but on my wife when she was aroused, it was so big and stiff that it even showed as a little bump in her panties.  Apparently, this was a gene that she passed on to our daughter. I looked up at my little girl’s face and caught her eye.  She didn’t even blush as she sat there exposed to me and the crowd.  She gave me a big grin and mouthed the words, "This is so much fun!  Watch what comes next!” The other man who had displayed the larger erection came up and stepped between her thighs, still sporting a full hard-on.  The fluffer came up and dropped a thick pad on the grass just below my daughter’s open pussy.  The man dropped to his knees onto the pad and leaned in toward Nicole.  I was convinced the man was going to fuck my daughter right there in front of me and break her cherry while everyone watched, and a protective urge overwhelmed me. I was about to get up and stop this craziness when I saw the man rest his huge erection against Nicole’s spread pussy lips.  He didn’t aim it into her vagina, but instead he let her lips wrap around the underside of his shaft while she rocked her hips up and down.  This had the effect of rubbing the underside of his cock between her lips without actually penetrating her.  I could see her ass-cheeks grow tense as she tightened her pussy lips around his shaft while everyone watched his cock-head bob up and down. Nicole raised her shoulders up so she could also watch what she was doing to the man’s penis, and she stared at the swollen red knob as it appeared and disappeared between her legs.  She continued to rock and grind her hips into the man, using her pussy lips to masturbate him.  The man remained motionless, letting my little girl bring him pleasure. The cameras were clicking away, and the video cameraman moved in close to capture the junction between my daughter and the large man.  The man leaned back to give the camera a better view, and I watched as the zoom lens stretched out toward my daughter’s pussy. As Nicole continued to use her pussy to stroke the man’s cock and while she stared at his swollen cock-head, I noticed a rosy blush spread across her chest and neck.  I looked closer at the man’s erection and realized that she was stroking his cock so that the ridge around his glans was rubbing and flicking across Nicole’s clit.  Her little nub had grown even harder and seemed to reach out for the fat ridge to be flicked again. A moment later, Nicole let out a low, guttural moan that got louder and higher in pitch.  Her mouth was wide open as she continued to use the underside of the man’s prick to rub against her clit.  Then she let out a squeal, and her stomach muscles clenched.  The man never moved as my little girl had an earth-shattering climax right there in front of a hundred people or more, not to mention her own dad. As my daughter shook and gasped through her orgasm, the man started rocking his hips against the frozen body in front of him, taking up the stroking that she no longer could do.  He leaned forward a little, apparently to apply a little more pressure with his cock, and then he grunted and jerked his hips forward.  His cock rose about four inches above Nicole’s pussy, and cum literally sprayed out of the end of his cock, flying a good two feet into the air and splattering my daughter’s stomach.  Immediately, Nicole realized the man was climaxing, and her hips went back to work rubbing her pussy against his spewing hard-on. After the first spray, the next shot of cum streamed out in a long string into the air to stretch over my little girl's young breasts.  This repeated about four more times, painting my daughter’s torso with his seed before the man finally relaxed his muscular glutes. I was sure that this would be the end of this picture shoot.  It had gone a great deal further than I would have imagined or would have liked.  My heart was pounding in my chest from erotic excitement, and from the applause and cheering, the crowd was in an erotic frenzy. As soon as the man stepped away from the ATV, Nicole jumped up and met the third man, who had been patiently waiting on the sidelines near the front of the tricycle.  The bulge in the front of his bright red suit clearly showed that he had been aroused by the action of my daughter, but he was not fully erect.  The man straddled the front tire and leaned back against the handlebars.  Nicole squatted down in front of him and leaned forward on the tire so her face was just a few inches in front of his package.  Using just her mouth, my little girl sucked on the man's cock through his tiny briefs until the man reached a full erection. The audience watched and encouraged my little girl as she performed her magic.  She maintained her balance with her hands on the front tire using just her mouth and tongue to arouse his lust.  Nicole maneuvered his cock toward his left hip, allowing it to extend fully and provide a swollen knob at the end on which she could focus. When she felt he had reached sufficient firmness, Nicole rose up and grabbed both sides of the man's briefs and yanked the suit down.  A good seven-inch erect cock burst forth and throbbed in front of my daughter’s face as she handed the suit to the fluffer girl.  A grin spread across her face as she stared at the man’s genitals, but she didn’t touch them.  Instead, she switched places with the man and leaned over the handlebars of the ATV.  This presented her firm, round ass to the man as he stepped up behind her and pressed his pelvis into her butt. At this point, the man folded his arms in front of him and stopped moving, leaving his erect cock resting on the crack of my daughter's ass.  Nicole grinned at her audience as she used her pelvic muscles and butt muscles to grind herself into the man.  His cock disappeared between her firm cheeks, but because of his angle, I knew he had not entered her anus.  Her face went through a few contortions as she strained, but a few minutes later, the head of the man’s cock popped up above her ass cheeks.  Feeling this, my daughter changed her movements and started rocking her hips against the man’s erection.  I could see the muscles in her glutes clench as she squeezed them together around his hard-on. The man’s cock was larger than either of the men before him.  His erection rose a good five inches above Nicole’s butt, indicating to me that he had at least eight inches all together.  This provided a challenge for my daughter as she rocked her hips in an even more exaggerated way so that her butt cheeks would stroke his entire shaft and cock-head. She continued this butt-masturbation for a good ten minutes.  A few times, she would catch the eye of a friend in the audience and give them a little wave or nod of acknowledgment while maintaining her constant stroking of the man with her ass.  She even smiled at me once as she continued her efforts.  The pride on her face was inspiring, but I wondered where she learned these techniques, not to mention what part of this made her proud. Finally the man grunted and thrust his hips forward, driving his pelvis into the back-side of my sweet little girl.  A huge stream of sperm exploded from his cock, stretching all the way up to Nicole’s head, splattering in her beautiful golden hair.  Feeling his hot liquid on her back, she ground herself back into him even more and gave an even stronger effort at squeezing her butt cheeks around his cock.  The man sprayed at least four more long streams of cum out over her back before his cock started to relax and Nicole softened her movements. Throughout the event, cameramen were running around snapping pictures, the video crew panned around her for different angles, and the crowd gasped, cheered and applauded. Again I expected a break, but Nicole was on a roll.  She stood up and turned around before heading toward the crowd.  She strolled around the photo area periphery, waving at friends, high-fiving some of her girlfriends, and letting everyone see closeup the cum dripping down her body while the third man walk away with his cock drooping in front of him.  I couldn't believe that she was actually letting her friends lean in close and examine the sperm that was clearly sliding down her naked body, but she would actually stop at times to give them a moment.  I could see that they were asking her questions, and she was answering, but I couldn't hear what was being said. The fourth man then stepped forward, and my daughter climbed onto the ATV.  She put her knees on the seat and leaned over the handlebars while the man positioned himself in front of her, straddling the front tire.  Nicole pulled her hair back and threw it to one side.  Then she reached forward with her face and nuzzled the man’s genitals through his tight red suit.  She started working with her mouth, teeth and tongue over the various lumps and bumps under the thin material, much as she had done with the previous guy. After about five minutes, the man had a raging erection, and my not-so-innocent little girl maneuvered it around with her mouth so that it popped out of the top of his suit.  Using her teeth and tongue, Nicole lowered the front of his suit to expose the man’s penis and scrotum and managed to hook the waistband under his balls.  Moments later, she was sucking the end of the man’s cock into her mouth. Never once using her hands, my little girl managed to give the man’s erection a blow-job like I’ve never seen or heard of before.  She sucked the head in until her face was mashed against his bald pelvis, driving a good six inch cock deep into her throat.  Rocking back and forth, she sucked the cock in and out of her mouth and brought the man closer and closer to a climax.  For variety, she released the cock every now and then and sucked it from the side or underside of the shaft, bringing a moan or applause from her friends in the crowd.  Cameras clicked and whirred the whole time. During one of her deep-throat strokes, the man grunted as his balls pushed against Nicole’s chin, and his hips jerked forward.  He froze with his pelvis pushed into my daughter’s face, and his abs turned to solid rock.  Nicole slowly pulled back as the man’s six-pack abs relaxed and went rigid again.  I knew that the man was squirting his seed into my little girl’s mouth, but the only indication from her was her throat muscles showed she was swallowing.  As she reached the head of his cock with her lips, Nicole rolled his cock out of her mouth to the side and then slid her sucking lips down the side of his rigid shaft so it extended over her shoulder on the side opposite the side my daughter had thrown her hair. Just then, the man relaxed his stomach muscles only to tighten them again, and an amazingly huge stream of white streamed from his cock over Nicole’s shoulder.  The crowd gasped and then cheered at the spectacle. As if completely unaware of his orgasm, my daughter slid her lips back up his shaft and again engulfed his cock, swallowing the head down her throat.  This time, she held him deep in her mouth while his stomach relaxed and clenched three more times, apparently dumping his seed straight into her stomach.  Cameras were snapping constantly. When the man relaxed the final time, Nicole slowly pulled back, sucking on his still rigid hard-on, and finally released him.  The man backed away and slowly walked off the set while Nicole quickly jumped up onto the handlebars again.  This time she was seated with her back to the front of the tricycle and her feet on the gas tank.  She spread her knees wide, again displaying her aroused pussy to everyone. Again I caught my daughter’s eye, and she mouthed the words, "God!  I need this!” A moment later, the fifth man stepped up behind my little girl.  Nicole leaned back against his chest as he reached around her and cupped her breasts.  He kneaded and squeezed her young tits, bringing her already hard nipples out even further.  Then he pinched and pulled on them until they were a bright pink color before rolling them around in his fingers and going back to handling her breasts. The man’s big hands looked huge on my daughter’s slender little body.  He rubbed her exposed ribs and passed over her flat stomach to roam around her bellybutton.  His hands caressed her slender thighs and moved up her hips and waist to return to her pelvis. The scene exposed Nicole to the cameras and audience completely while the man’s two hands felt every inch of her.  Then one hand slid down her flat abs to cup her mons.  Wiggling his fingers, he slid his hands back up and then down, lightly tapping her pussy lips along the way.  Then his middle finger slid between her sweet lips and began to roll around her vagina before rising up to do circles over her exposed clit.  His other hand continued to caress the rest of her body while his attention focused on her pussy. From where I sat, I could see that Nicole’s hands were sort of dangling behind her but reaching out to grab the guy’s genitals through his red suit.  As the guy caressed and fondled her body, she managed to find what she was looking for and pushed her hands into his suit so she could work his cock and balls.  It wasn’t long before he was fully erect, and his cock was too hard to contain in the tight little suit, so Nicole simply pulled it out and fondled it in front of us all. It was when my daughter used both hands to reach behind her and push the man’s suit down his thighs that the crowd noticed what she was doing.  The cameras remained focused on what the man was doing with her body as she became more and more aroused. I noticed that familiar rosy blush spread across Nicole’s chest and neck as the man rolled her clit between his fingers.  Her hands were stroking his cock forcefully, and the man was rocking his hips gently. Next, Nicole slid back on the handlebars and guided the man’s cock-head toward her anus.  I didn't know what she was planning to do, but she suddenly reached her climax.  She let out a howl and leaned forward just as the man pushed his hips toward her.  While bringing my daughter to another explosive orgasm complete with her screams of pleasure, he jammed his cock deep into her colon. My girl continued to clench her muscles and thrash around, keeping her legs spread so the audience could see the man stroking her pussy and fingering her clit as he pumped his cock in and out of her ass.  She seemed to remain at her peak for a few minutes until the man suddenly froze, driving his cock deep into her butt and slapping his pelvis against her cheeks.  His hands left her body, and Nicole suddenly slid forward, away from the man and off the handlebars.  In an instant, she turned around so she was kneeling on the seat, leaning forward on the handlebars, and watched as the man’s rigid pole spewed three long streams of cum over the handlebars and between her swinging breasts to land on the gas tank.  She just watched and smiled until the man’s orgasm subsided and his erection finally drooped. With her kneeling on the seat and leaning forward, her recently-used ass was fully exposed to the audience, and I could see cum leaking from her stretched sphincter.  I realized then that her pose was intentional so there was no doubt that the man had released at least one jet of sperm into her anal cavity. As the man completed his ejaculation, the photographers and cameras rushed around the ATV to catch the view of the dirty white goo oozing from my daughters ass hole. Nicole finally stood up and faced the audience to a resounding applause.  She bowed low, then stood with a wide grin.  Then she turned and ran over to me. "So, what’d you think, Daddy?” she asked.  "Wasn’t that fantastic?” "Well, I was a bit concerned, honey,” I replied.  "I didn't think you were going to be naked." "Why not?" she asked seriously.  "All models have to do nude scenes, especially in the beginning of their careers.  It was very important for me to show no modesty if I ever want to do this professionally." "Don’t you think it was a bit pornographic?” I asked. "Daaddy!” she groaned.  "Of course not!  It’s not like I had sex or anything, and I’m still a virgin!” "I know, but...” was all I got out before she leaped up and said, "I’ve got to go get my clothes.  Wait for me.” I watched my daughter dash off to the tent.  I couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed, and I was even more upset with myself for allowing this to go on, but I just couldn’t stop it.  Part of me was extremely turned on, and part of me was excited for my daughter.  Another part of me was concerned for how depraved this whole modeling thing was.  Only my conscience got in the way. Nicole was out in just a few minutes, and I wondered if she’d made any effort to wipe off the cum that practically covered her body.  She had to feel sticky and crusty, but she didn’t seem to care.  In any case, she had a paper sack with handles filled with stuff wrapped in tissue paper. As we walked to the car, my daughter was filled with excitement and energy.  I couldn’t believe that I had done such a poor job of teaching her morals, but how could I deny her the thrill she was feeling?  I guess there was some jealousy going on, but I couldn’t see any harm in what she was doing, either.  Hell, if I could have been that open sexually when I was her age, I’d have knocked up a dozen girls before a week was out.  It didn’t seem right that I should hold double standards over her. "That was so much fun,” she said as we were getting into the car.  "I felt like I was on a natural high the entire time.  Even when we went over the choreography, I didn’t expect it to be this good.” "That was choreographed?” I asked. "I told you that’s what we did last weekend,” she reminded me.  "It was a story.  It was supposed to show how women truly hold the power over men.  We just let them think they have the power.  Didn’t you notice how I controlled each man?  That’s why they just stood there while I did all the work.  It demonstrated how I, not them, had the power over them.  Even at the end, when I let that guy do me, I gave him just enough of a treat that he got off, but I didn’t let him completely enjoy it.  The enjoyment was for me, both my climax and his.” As we headed off for home, I could smell the musky odor of fresh cum.  Then I noticed the odor of pussy as well.  My little girl was horny, and her odor was overwhelming. "Where did you learn to do the things you did?” "In Family Relations class!  Don’t you remember the elective I took this semester?  That’s how I got the gig!  We had a contest in class.  The winners got to submit an essay to the magazine publisher who then interviewed the girls with the best essay.” "They taught you how to have sex?” I asked in surprise. "Heck, no, Daddy!” she said indignantly.  "They taught us how to bring pleasure to each other.  Girls are taught how to bring pleasure to men and vice-versa.  They say the kids get to practice on each other in high school, but we had to use mannequins.  Let me tell you, after today, I know it’s not the same as doing it to the real thing.” "Who was your choreographer?  Did the magazine come up with this?” I asked, sure that my daughter was manipulated into the erotic antics I just witnessed. "I was!” she said with enthusiasm.  "I wrote it in my essay, and they liked it so much, they let me act it out in our photo shoot.  Of course I wanted it to be ten men, but they felt five would be plenty.  I still think I could have done at least a couple more, but five was all they had time for.” "Ten?” I said in shock. "Sure, Daddy,” she said very proudly.  "I wanted to do two at once and show how I could make them both climax at the same time.  That’s a real talent, but I was sure I could do it.  We learned how to control orgasms in our partners, how to keep them on edge until we were ready, and I've studied really hard.  I have gotten straight As on all my tests and homework papers.  Wouldn’t that have been cool?  I would have had them facing each other and make it so they released at the same instant.  It would have been like shooting fireworks as their sperm crossed in front of me.” "So, are pictures like the ones taken today common in that magazine?” "Oh, yes.  Actually, they’re even more sexy because the girls are older.  Haven’t you seen any of them?” she asked. "No, why would I?” "Because you gave me the subscription to it last year.” "I did?” "Sure!  That’s why I thought you’d be thrilled with me today.  I tried to be as sexy as the girls in the magazine without going all the way.  Most of those girls have real sex with the guys, you know,” she explained.  "When we get home, I’ll show you.” "So, besides being in a magazine, what else do you get out of all of this?” I asked. "Don’t you know?  I won a $250,000 scholarship to the school of my choice when I get out of high school.  They are going to pay for everything for up to four years, including housing, books and everything.” Suddenly, I wasn’t so upset anymore. "Just for doing this one photo shoot?” I asked. "Actually, I had to agree to do six independent films over the time I'm in school,” she explained.  "They promised that it won't interfere with my studies, but it will probably involve a number of intimate scenes.  They said it would be more like what's in the magazine, which means the scenes will be even more intimate than the ones in this photo session.  That's because I'll be over eighteen.” More intimate!  How could it be more intimate than giving and getting multiple orgasms in a public setting? For the rest of the ride home, Nicole was jabbering away about what a blast it was in the photo shoot.  She was so excited that she couldn’t sit still in her seat.  All I could think was, how am I going to get control over this?  Clearly it was a tsunami, and there was nothing I could do but support my little girl. Then my little Nicole knocked me over with, "You know, Daddy, you've got to get yourself a girlfriend.” I looked over at her with a confused look. "I hope I don't embarrass you, Daddy, but I know you haven't been on any dates since Mommy died, and I know you're a good father and all, so I know you're not getting all aroused by anything that happened in the photo-shoot.  I mean, I'm your daughter and all, so your obvious arousal can't be from looking at me.” Oh, how embarrassing, and, oh, how wrong she was.  Yes, I didn't want to get aroused by her, but I was.  Even though she is my daughter, she's got a dynamite body, and she's just so sexy.  To have her see that I was aroused was so inappropriate, but what could I do? "If you want,” she continued, "I could fix you up with some of my girlfriends.  I know Daphne wants to practice what she learned in our class, but she wants an older, more experienced guy.  Then there's Elizabeth and Jennifer.  All three are really pretty, and they also got As in class.  If you don't mind being with young girls who want to remain virgins, I can set you up with a bunch.  If you really need to have sex with a woman, I know Elizabeth's mother is looking for a nice guy.  Anyway, let me know if you want me to fix you up.” So, what would you do?

My Girlfriend Likes Me To Expose Her by Vanessa Evans Part 2 We were having trouble finding somewhere to spread our towels and before we knew it we were at the end of the beach and walking up onto a rocky area. We stopped to decide what to do and I suggested that we head into the dunes and walk back through the dunes parallel to the sea, Layla was happy with that and we set off. Minutes later we came across the first naked couple fucking. It was the first time that either of us had seen other people fucking and we stopped for a few seconds to watch them before moving on. “We could do that.” I said. “What? Fuck here in the dunes. There’s people wandering around, they’ll see us.” “Isn’t that what you want Layla, people seeing us fuck? You were happy to fuck on the balcony with those people in the hotel opposite watching, and in our room with the light on, there could have been dozens of people watching us.” “I don’t know, here seems so much more open and there’s all these men walking about.” “So what, other people are doing it, look over there, there’s another couple at it and they’ve got an audience.” I stopped walking and turned to Layla. I kissed her then put my hand on her pussy. “I think that you want to do it Layla, your pussy says that you do.” “Well I guess that I do then, it’s just so public.” “And on the balcony isn’t public, all those people across the road were strangers.” “But I might get sand in my pussy and that could be painful.” “I’d suck it out, but we could do it like that couple.” “I like riding you Jake.” I said no more, and neither did Layla. I kissed her again, a long, tongue wresting kiss. After a few seconds I pulled her down to the sand on top of me. When I broke the kiss Layla had that naughty look on her face. I grinned back and Layla started unfastening my shorts. Layla pulled my shorts off then knelt either side of my hips. She looked around then lowered herself onto my cock and bottomed out. “There’s 2 men coming our way.” Layla said as she started going up and down on me. “Are they watching us?” “Yes, and there’s another one coming this way as well.” “That’s because they want to see a gorgeous girl fucking her boyfriend.” “I don’t know why, it isn’t like my tits are bouncing up and down.” “But you still have tits, nice little tits with big, chewy nipples, look at them, they could drill through a wall. And you’ve got a really cute pussy that they all want to see. Spin yourself round and ride me reverse cowboy.” Layla did then got back into the rhythm of riding me. By then there were 4 middle-aged men stood a couple of metres from my feet, all watching Layla’s naked body going up and down on my cock. Layla leaned back and put her hands on the sand at the sides of my chest. This gave me the chance to play with her tits. It also revealed more of her pussy to the men which I was sure pleased her. It certainly made her ride me with more vigour. I could also feel her pussy muscles trying to squeeze my cock. Layla orgasmed but she kept riding me, her body jerking and shaking as she went up and down. I tried to think about anything but what we were doing, I wanted to last as long as I could hopefully for Layla to cum again and maybe for a third time. I thought about the noises of pleasure that Layla was making and wondered if she was attracting more attention. I looked around and saw that she was, a naked couple about our age had joined the audience. The girl was standing leaning back on the guy like Layla does with me. One of the guy’s hands was on one of her tits and the other was rubbing her bald pussy. To their left a middle-aged man was wanking his average sized cock and to his left a middle-aged woman with huge tits had one hand on them and another on her bald pussy. “Wow,” I thought, “Layla’s screams of pleasure really are attracting a lot of voyeurs. I think that we’ve accidentally found the local sex show stage, I’ve got to bring Layla back here again..” Just then Layla orgasmed again. “Jeez, how does this girl keep doing this for so long?” I thought, “Come to think about it, how do I keep lifting my butt to meet her thrusts in sync with her downward thrusts for so long? We’ve both going to be knackered after this. I wonder what the weather is like back home? Will the guys at the leisure centre be missing Layla’s displays.” Layla orgasmed yet again and I regretted thinking about Layla showing herself at the leisure centre because I couldn’t hold it any longer and started filling her pussy with my cum. Layla stopped going up and down and her arms bent at her elbows. Her back was now flat on my chest, her knees either side of my hips, and her lower legs bent back alongside my chest. Her body jerked and she groaned. We lay there for what seemed like hours. My cock started going soft and eventually slid out of her but Layla didn’t move. I wondered if she was too knackered or if she was enjoying those people looking at her well used, still spread, pussy with my cum and her juices seeping out of her and onto my soft cock. I started to get a little worried that Layla wasn’t okay but she suddenly pushed up on her arms then sat up straight on my stomach. “Fuck, that was earth shattering.” Layla said then looked around and screamed. “Fuck, what are you lot looking at?” I watched as Layla’s audience turned and walked away. Layla swung her lower legs round and got to her feet leaving me looking up between her spread legs. He pussy looked red, wet and swollen. “Are you okay Layla?” “Never been better.” “You look a bit red and sore.” “I am but it was worth it.” Layla stepped off me and put her hand out to help me up. “Shall we go for a swim?” I asked. “I am feeling a bit sweaty.” Layla replied. I put my shorts in our bag and we walked off the dunes, found a space near the water’s edge, dropped the bag and walked, hand in hand, into the sea. After a short swim we went to where the water was waist deep and I told Layla to float on her back then I took her feet and pulled them either side of me leaving her pussy just in front of my waist. “So Layla, what do you think of the idea of coming back to this beach again?” I asked. “Only if we can go for a walk in the dunes.” Layla replied. “I think that I can arrange that, but what about the other things that we were planning on doing this holiday?” “Hmm, we might just have to forget some of those but we don’t want to come here every day, it might get boring.” “No chance, the only thing that will be boring is my cock into your hole.” Layla smiled and I touched her clit causing her body to jerk a little. I liked the response so I started rubbing her clit and she started moaning. “You’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that Jake.” “That’s the idea you sexy little exhibitionist nymphomaniac.” “I am not, well maybe a bit.” My fingers kept working and Layla orgasmed again. I supported her back as she lost control of her body for a while then I said, “Only about 270 to go.” “I haven’t cum 16 times today, have I?” “Probably not, but who’s counting?” I pushed Layla’s legs down, pulled her to me and we kissed for ages before we walked back to the shore. “Do you fancy a drink Layla?” I asked. “Sure, a snack would nice as well but where can we get those?” “The beach bar, I smelt food cooking when we walked passed earlier.” “Okay, should I put my skirt and top on?” “Hell no.” I replied pulling up my shorts. “Are you sure Jake?” “No, but there’s only one way to find out, you don’t mind going there totally naked do you Layla?” “I guess not.” Layla replied but I just knew that she thought that it was a great idea. We walked the short distance to the nearest bar and I saw that most of the girls were topless and some wearing only G-strings or thongs. There was a table near the front of the bar just getting free so I told Layla to go and grab it whilst I went to the bar and ordered a couple of drinks and a couple of sandwiches before going to join Layla. She was sat looking out to sea with the table to her left. I put the beers down then said, “Sit like you do in the leisure centre bar Layla.” “You want me to flash everyone in front of the bar?” “They’re all looking out to sea like you are. There’s something intoxicating about looking out to sea when you can hear the waves crashing.” “There is, okay, for you Jake.” “No, for you Layla.” Layla blushed a little then shuffled down in the chair and spread her legs wide. After a while I said, “You know that I was serious about showing the holiday snaps to all our friends don’t you Layla?” “Yes I do.” “Does it bother you?” “Bother no, making me nervous, yes, worried, a little. Some of them might think that I’m a slut and never talk to me again.” “I doubt that, but if they do they’re not real friends.” “What about your friends, what will they think?” “They’ll be incredibly jealous of me and their lust for you will double.” “They lust after me, really?” “Yeah, even before you started flashing your bare pussy at them.” “I do not.” I just gave Layla that knowing look, then said, “That friend of yours, Jenny, isn’t she an art student?” “Yes, why?” “I think that we should ask her to find out if the college needs any life models.” “You mean naked models, for the students to draw?” “That’s it, you’ll make an amazing nude model Layla.” “Are you serious Jake?” “Totally, I can just visualise you laying on a table with you legs open with a dozen or so students drawing your pussy.” Layla was silent, obviously thinking about it, but before either of us could say anything a young girl in a black skirt and white blouse brought our sandwiches. I watched her eyes as she put the plates on the table, nearly missing with one of them because her eyes were staring at Layla’s spread pussy. “Enjoy.” The girl said and I thought, “Oh I will, the sandwich will probably be good as well.” Nothing more was said about the nude modelling but I wasn’t going to forget it, I could tell that Layla wanted to do it and I was going to do my best to make it happen. As we ate I saw about half a dozen people walk passed in front of us and all but one stared at Layla’s pussy for a few seconds before it would have hurt their neck to look any longer. Just before we left there I asked Layla to remind me to get my phone out of the hotel safe then I told her what I’d been thinking about earlier, that I was going to take photos and videos of her naked everywhere that we go, to show at the parties for our friends. “You were serious about that Jake, I thought that maybe you were just saying that to get me aroused.” “And did it?” “Yes, a little.” “In that case we are definitely doing it, we’ll have hundreds of photos and videos to show them.” “What am I turning into Jake?” “You’re not changing into anything Layla, it’s just that the real you is surfacing. Hell, we’re only young once so we’ve got to make the most of it, live out all out secret fantasies. “Shall we just go and lay in the sun for a while, I’m still tired after our little bit of fun.” “Our marathon fucking with an audience Layla, you really excelled yourself, it’s going to be difficult to beat that.” “But we’ll give it a go Jake.” “Every day.” We did go and find a spot to layout in the sun, quite close to the water’s edge and Layla lay with her legs wide open. I think that we must have dozed off because when I next looked out to sea I saw 3 men stood near Layla’s feet, all were looking down at her. Unfortunately they were speaking a language that I didn’t understand so I just lay there looking at them. After a couple of minutes they walked away. I decided that we should start our way back to the hotel and called out Layla’s name. “What, what time is it?” “I have no idea but I think that we should head back.” We got up and packed our bag. Layla was just about to put her skirt on when I stopped her. She smiled when I said, “Leave it off till we leave the beach, give those prudes something nice to look at again.” And she did, only putting her skirt on as we left the beach. Even though it was see-through I noticed that Layla rolled the waistband of the skirt making more of her slit and butt on display. We had to wait for about 10 minutes for the bus and Layla leaned back and sat on a big rock. I was stood in front of her between her legs and I could see all of her pussy. I also noticed a man walking round us in a big circle and looking at Layla’s pussy. When I told her about him I noticed a little run of her juices escape her vagina and drip onto the rock. There were nowhere near the number of people getting on the bus but Layla still held me back so that we were the last to get on. The driver didn’t even look at the topless Layla when he checked our tickets and I followed Layla down the aisle to the back of the bus. As we slowly walked I looked at every passenger in an aisle seat to see how many of them got an eyeful of Layla’s slit. I smiled as the count went up to 5. The bus is one of those where you get on at the front and off at the back and you have to go up 3 steps to get in and down 3 to get off. Layla headed straight for the seat just behind the exit door and perched herself on the front edge of the seat and lay back with long sigh. “I’m knackered.” Layla said as she let her knees drift apart letting her pussy get some air. Layla stayed like that for the whole journey, even when people were getting off before our stop. All those people had to do was glance to their right and they would have got an eyeful. It wasn’t the older people who looked, I guess that they were more concerned about going down the 3 steps without falling, it was the younger, males that looked. Watching them looking at my girlfriend’s pussy was getting me aroused again. We were the last to get off at our stop and I was pleased with the number of people who had seen Layla’s pussy and judging by the smile on her face, she was too. We were quickly on the second bus which was crowded. We had to stand in the aisle and Layla again stood facing the man sat beside her. It was a young guy and I was sure that he enjoyed the view. He kept looking over to me as if he wanted my approval, so the third time that he looked at me I gave a little nod. I don’t think that his eyes left Layla’s slit until we got off the bus. As we walked back into the hotel we were surprised by a naked, screaming teenage girl running through reception. They weren’t fear screams, more playful. She was followed by a young man with a big, plastic, water pistol. Layla and I just stood as the girl ran around some chairs then headed back out the way she came. “Well it is an adults only hotel.” Layla said, “Maybe we should go and checkout the pool.” I’d seen the pool from the dining room the previous night and didn’t think that it was anything special but as soon as we got there we saw about a dozen young people messing about in the water and a few more sat around the pool talking. All the girls were topless like Layla and half the girls were bottomless as well. “Wow,” Layla said, “this is cool, fancy a swim lover?” With that her skirt dropped to the floor, she stepped out of her flip-flops and dived in, just as naked as some of the other girls there. “Come on Jake.” Layla shouted when she surfaced. By the time I’d put our bag on one of the loungers and caught up with her she was already talking to a young man. It turned out that his name was Derek from Wales and he had invited Layla and me to go on a pub crawl with them that night. “You don’t waste any time do you Derek?” I said. “No point Jake, ‘just fucking do it’ is my motto, the worst that can happen is that I get told to fuck off. “Sounds good to me.” I replied. “Hey Layla will you come up to my room for a fucking session?” “Now that does sound good to me Jake, you can make 20, or whatever today.” “You’ve been fucked 20 times today Layla?” Derek asked looking a little surprised. “No, no.” Layla replied, “it’s just a little joke between us.” “Twenty two times actually.” I joked and Layla thumped my arm then said, “You should be so lucky.” “Oh but I am. So where does this pub crawl start Derek?” “The Irish bar, 10 p.m.” “We might just see you there Derek.” I replied. “Gotta go,” Derek said, “I’m working on that blonde for tonight.” With that Derek was gone leaving Layla and me standing waist deep in the pool. We didn’t stay there long but we did talk to another couple, the girl being naked and bald where Layla is bald. They too said that they might be going on the pub crawl. When we had got dried I told Layla that I had to go to the reception to get my phone and I left but Layla followed me wearing just the towel round her shoulders. When the middle-aged guy on reception saw Layla and said nothing she took the towel off and threw it onto our bag. Layla was then totally naked in the hotels reception. What’s more, the girl being dealt with by the receptionist guy was taking her time and as we were waiting a bus pulled up outside and a whole load of young people got off and came in. Layla did nothing to hide her nudity, in fact she turned to face them letting them get a good look at her. A few ‘Hi’s were exchanged then a girl started talking to Layla. “So it’s alright to wander around the hotel without any clothes on?” I heard the other girl ask Layla. “Sure, and outside as well.” Layla replied, “I’m surprised that you didn’t see a few naked girls from the bus as you got here. There’ll be loads of us out there crawling around the pubs and clubs like this later.” “Wow,” the girl replied and turned to the guy beside her, “we’ve hit the jackpot here Ronnie.” “So I see Mandy, so I see.” I looked at Ronnie and saw that his eyes were glued to Layla’s slit. I smiled then heard, “How can I help you sir.” I stepped forward and asked for my phone out of the safe, When I got it I took Layla’s hand and led her to the stairs. Just before I stepped onto the first step I turned and saw lots of eyes looking at Layla’s butt as she walked. “I like this hotel.” Layla said as we were walking along the corridor, her still as naked as the day she was born. “Good choice Jake.” “Yes, I’m really glad that I chose you that night.” Layla giggled a bit then when I opened the door she went straight to the balcony doors, opened them then went and stood at the railings. I emptied our bag and took the towels out to the balcony and hung them over the railings being careful not to block anyone’s view of Layla. I looked over to the other hotel and did see a few people looking in our direction. I went and got my phone and took a few photos, the usual type that people take from their hotel rooms except that Layla was totally naked and appeared to be posing without a care in the world. Layla sat on one of the chairs and put her feet up on the railings. As she spread her legs I ran my hand from her shoulder down over a nipple and down to her pussy. Flicking her clit I told her that I was going for a lay down and I left her saying, “Are you going to rub one out for the guys over there?” Collapsing on the bed I just heard Layla moaning before I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up it was starting to go dark and time to go down for dinner. I was happy that I’d got my phone back so that I could check the time. Layla was singing in the bathroom so I got up, dropped my shorts and went to join her. “Someone’s happy.” I said. “Happy with you lover, this place is awesome, can we stay here for ever?” “I wish, but WE picked this resort and this holiday. I thought that this place had the potential to make you happy and so far it appears to be doing so.” “It certainly is, do you want to fuck me Jake?” “You’re after number 26 or 27 are you? No, I’ll just make you as horny as hell then leave you to think about it as we eat dinner.” “Do you think that I’ll have to wear something in the dining room, I didn’t see any naked girls there last night.” “Probably, it’s probably a hygiene thing.” “Oh, oh, keep doing that Jake.” “Did you rub one out for the guys over the road then?” “Two actually, they kept shouting for more so I kept going.” “Good girl. Had you just about finished when I came in?” “Yes, do you want me to help you Jake?” Five minutes later 2 clean people, one a very frustrated, horny girl were towelling each other then going to put some clothes on. For Layla I chose another of her lightweight, floaty, see-through skirts and rolled the waistband so that I could see the front of her slit, and a net tank top that let her nipples peep through the holes in the net. I also chose a pair of heels for her knowing that they would make her legs look even better as she stood and walked. As we approached the dining room hand in hand. I saw a sign that I didn’t remember seeing there before. It read, ‘Clothing must be worn in the Dining Room.’ “Yeah, probably a hygiene thing.” I said. The meal went much the same as the previous evening with a similar number of guys commenting on Layla’s visible assets. We said hello to Derek and the blonde girl, Siobhan who looked to be wearing a tight top that showed she wasn’t wearing a bra, and a skirt that looked very short but it was hard to tell as she was sat down. Mandy and Ronnie that we’d sort of met in reception were also there and Mandy didn’t look to be wearing much either. We waved at them and I wondered if Mandy would go out for the evening naked. I was certainly going to try to get Layla to. We ordered a bottle of wine with the self-service meal and the waiter who brought it had a good look at Layla’s tits when he was waiting for me to decide if the wine was okay. I took my time knowing that Layla would be enjoying his attention and hopefully raising her arousal level. As soon as we were round the corner from the dining room Layla was pulling her top off and dropping her skirt which I had to pick up. She was almost running back to our room and when we got there she said, “Fuck me please Jake.” “No, but you can rub out number 37 if you like and I can video you doing it.” “That’s not as good as you fucking me.” “Well I’m not going to fuck you until after we’ve been out.” “Bastard.” Layla said as she fell back on the bed and her right hand got busy. The light in there wasn’t as good as the sunlight but I still managed to get an acceptable quality recording of the whole jilling session. “Right, are we going on this pub crawl?” Layla asked when her arousal had died down. “Do you want to go out like that?” “Yes, why not? But hang on I’ve got something to stuff in your pocket first.” Layla went to one of the drawers, pulled out a G-string and gave it to me. I held it up and looked at it. It looked like a band-aid would cover more but I had an idea. “Have you got any scissors in your make-up bag?” I asked. Thirty seconds later I was cutting the mesh material out of the triangle made by the strings. “There” I said, “that’s better.” “You want me to wear that, it’s indecent.” “You want to go out like that, some people would say that nudity is indecent.” “Well they’re the stupid ones, come on, let’s go.” A couple of minutes later we walked out of the hotel, me wearing shorts, a T-shirt and sandals, and Layla wearing just a pair of heels, not even holding a bag. As I suspected no one said anything other than a few complimentary comments and when we got to the Irish pub I saw that Siobhan and Mandy where there with their partners and that all they were wearing was heels. There was also some other girls and boys there which I hadn’t met yet and from where I was standing I could see 2 other naked girls and 1 just wearing a thong. I wondered if Layla would be unhappy that she wasn’t the only one naked. The pub crawl went much the same as pub crawls back home, the main differences being the heat and the lack of clothes which did attract some attention but none of the guys tried anything probably because the naked girls were with a load of guys. By about half way through the night Layla was almost begging me to take he down an alley and fuck her but I was going to make her wait. I love the ‘wanting’ look on her face. Towards the end of the evening a couple of the girls were complaining that their feet were hurting and some bright spark suggested that the guys carry the girls on their shoulders. All of a sudden I was happy the Layla doesn’t weigh much as there were lots of giggling and screaming girls climbing onto guys shoulders. For the rest of the evening, and going back to the hotel, I carried Layla around on my shoulders. The only thing that I was worried about was did Layla think she was missing out on people seeing her pussy, even though her juices were soaking the back of my T-shirt. The night ended with me fucking Layla from behind, out on the balcony with her looking at the people on the balconies of the hotel opposite. Some who showed their appreciation for the show that we were putting on.. ***** After starting the orgasm count again (not that either of us knew the real total from the previous day), we went for breakfast with Layla just wear one of her rectangles of see-through material and making sure that it opened wide enough to reveal both her hips and everything between. Those triangles became Layla’s breakfast clothes every day. That day we had booked to go on a ‘Party Boat Cruise’ and a coach was to collect us at 9 a.m. Again Layla asked me what she should wear and I chose a see-through top that was so short that it left some under boob on display, not that Layla has much of a rack but we both like her tits and she is more than happy for anyone to see them Again another ultra short, see-through skirt but this one was figure hugging. It rode up above her pubic bone as she walked and when she climbed up onto the coach she didn’t pull it back down, much to the delight of the future sailors already on the coach. As I walked down the aisle behind Layla I saw all the male eyes looking at her. “Hey,” one guy shouted, “I think that she’s that girl from the on the balcony opposite but I can’t really tell because she’s got some clothes on.” “Hi, I’m Layla, I hope that I don’t offend you.” “No chance of that.” I thought as Layla resisted the offers of the laps to sit on. We took a seat near the back behind a seat with 2 guys on it. Because of the cramped space Layla couldn’t display her pussy but her bald pubes and tits were on show through the short, see-through top. No sooner than the coach started moving the 2 guys in the seat in front of us got up on their knees, turned and introduced themselves as Matt and Ethan, Matt adding, “It is you isn’t it, the couple that fuck like rabbits on the balcony and in your room. I’m not totally sure because you’ve got your clothes on.” “Probably, Layla’s an exhibitionist and a nymphomaniac who hates wearing clothes.” I replied, “I’m surprised that you didn’t see her going round the bars last night totally naked.” “Bloody hell mate we missed out there.” Ethan said. “Hey,” Layla said, “it wasn’t just me there was half a dozen of us.” “We go to the wrong bars Matt.” Ethan said. The conversation got less interesting and before we knew it the coach was pulling up in a harbour car park along side half a dozen other coaches. Dozens of young people were getting off and heading for a big 18th century galleon type boat. “I hope that that thing has an engine.” I thought. “There’s no wind so it will take hours to get out of the harbour.” Anyway, everyone went up the gang plank and to the big open deck at the front. I say open deck but there were quite a few raised areas that people had already climbed onto and some were dancing to the not so loud music. I led Layla to the side of the boat and sat on the side with Layla between my legs leaning back on me like she often does. With no glass or bottle in my hands both of them went round her, my right one to her bare stomach and my left one higher, just below where the bottom of her tits were showing below her top. Instinctively my hands started moving and as the ship got underway I had the front of her skirt over her pubes and her top pushed up over her nipples. The music volume increased and I started seeing people with bottles of booze in their hands and more people dancing. I started to feel Layla moving to the music a little so I eased my hold on her and her movement got bigger. She twerked me for a while then she stood up straight, turned around to face me and was dancing for me with a big grin on her face. I watched as she lifted her top off and gave it to me. Still dancing she slowly did a 360 to see what was going on behind her. We could see other topless girls dancing. Layla kicked her flip flops off and to my feet then she backed a way from me a little. I looked left and right and saw other guys propping up the side of the boat, most drinking and some looking at Layla and other dancing girls, some now wearing just thong or G-string bottoms. I guessed that Layla was determined to be the first naked girl there because I watched as she peeled her skirt down until gravity took over. There were a few cheers as the rest of her bare body came into view. Layla danced in front of me for a while then went and climbed onto one of the raised areas. People were now able to look up her legs and see all of her pussy as she danced with her legs about shoulder width apart, and she wasn’t trying to hide her pussy as she danced around the raised area stopping moving for a while when she was in front of some guys. When we were well out of the harbour the music died and a man’s voice came over the speakers. I looked at Layla and she was just stood, with her legs well apart, above a couple of guys who were just looking up. The speaker announced that we were out of the noise restriction area, that there was free booze being served at the back of the boat and that in 15 minutes some party games would start. Then the music started again. I looked at Layla and gave her the ‘want a drink’ sign with my hand. She nodded so off I went. It must have taken all of that 20 minutes to get some drinks but when I got back the naked Layla was still up there dancing along with 2 more naked girls and 4 in just thongs or G-strings. Matt from on the bus appeared next to me and said, “She really is an exhibitionist isn’t she?” “Yeah.” “You’re a lucky bastard Jake.” “I know.” “Is she likely to start up that other thing that you mentioned, a nymphomaniac.” I knew what he was hoping for so I replied, “No, she may be an exhibitionist and a nymphomaniac and she often looks like a slut but she isn’t a slut. When it comes to fucking she’s a one man girl. She’ll tease a lot and drive men crazy but it’s me that she comes back to when she wants to be fucked.” “As I said Jake, you’re a lucky bastard.” Shortly after that I saw some men start clearing the deck just in front of the raised area where Layla was. I worked my way round to the back of the raised area, climbed on and sat by Layla’s feet. When I looked up it was like I was looking up her skirt and seeing her slightly spread pussy except there was no skirt, no nothing covering her naked body. We watched as a man with a microphone went into the cleared area and announced that it was party games time. Layla and I had heard about the games on party boats and were expecting silly and drinking game, possibly with a bit of sex simulation, and that’s what we got, but it was a laugh as girls and boys got up and made fools of themselves. Then the MC announced that it was time to get serious. Layla looked down to me with a puzzled look on her face and I just shrugged my shoulders. “Right girls and boys, I want 3 girls and 3 boys, not partners, to come here and show us all your favourite sex position.” There was lots of cheering but only 2 guys and 1 girl (just wearing a thong) put their hands up. The MC called all 3 over then said, “Well if you’re not going to volunteer I’ll just have to pick the other 3 and shame you into coming over. Right, the guy with shitty brown shorts over there (he pointed to the victim) get your ass over here or I’ll get the girls to throw you over the side.” What choice did he have? He slowly walked over looking down at the deck all the way. “Right, 2 girls, you, the blonde who couldn’t find any clothes when she got out of some strange man’s bed this morning. Yes you. Come on.” A naked blond girl walked over with a grin on her face. “Right, last girl, I know, you the short blonde up there with little tits and a guys hand on your pussy, get his hand out of your cunt and get down here.” It was then that I realised that my right hand had slid up Layla’s left leg and was indeed idly toying with her clit. “He means you Layla.” I said. Layla looked down at the smiling me then started to climb down and walk over to the MC. When she turned to face the audience I could see that lustful expression on her face. The MC then paired them up, Layla ended up with a tall, muscular guy and she looked even smaller against him. “Right girls and boys, for starters I want each couple to get into the girl’s favourite position for giving your man a blowjob.” I got my phone out and started videoing. Layla and her hunk talked for a minute or so then the guy got on the deck and it looked like they were going into a 69 with Layla on top but as soon as she was just about there the guy put his arms round her waist, held her tight, then got to his feet. Layla’s front was held against his front, Layla upside down with her face right in front of his shorts and her pussy right in front of his mouth. Not content with being like that Layla spread her legs wide and the guy started pretending to be licking her pussy. I looked at the other 2 couples and thought, “No contest.” Both girls were on their knees in front of their man. “Well I don’t think that there’s much of a contest here.” The MC said, “Okay girls and boys, now can you get into the boy’s favourite position to eat a girl’s pussy.” I pressed ‘record video’ on my phone. More words between Layla and her partner then Layla got on her back and raised her legs up high, spread them wide then pulled them back until her knees were by her shoulders. The guy then knelt either side of her face and leant forward, his face right above her spread pussy. Again the guy pretended to lick Layla’s pussy. I looked at the other 2 couples and saw the girls on their backs with their legs spread wide and the guys knelt between their legs. “At least 2 of the guys are getting a great view.” I thought. “Well,” the MC said, “another easy winner. Now girls and boys, I want you to get in your favourite position to fuck.” Again more words between Layla and the guy then the guy got on his back on the deck. Layla wasn’t happy with which way his feet were pointing and she got him to shuffle round until his feet were nearest to the audience. Layla then put her feet either side of his waist and bent her knees so the her spread pussy was over his crotch. “Reverse cowboy.” I thought but Layla wasn’t finished. She lay back and supported herself with her hand beside his shoulders. This left Layla’s spread pussy on display for all to see. But Layla still wasn’t done, I saw her mouth move like she was talking then the guys hands came round her body and grabbed her tits. All the guys in the audience started cheering as the guy fondled Layla’s tits and rolled and pulled on her nipples. I could see that Layla’s pussy was leaking something rotten and I zoomed in on it hoping that the camera would capture how wet she was. Layla started lifting her pelvis up and down getting more cheers and I could see her pussy muscles clenching then releasing over and over. “Jeez,” I thought, “she’s loving every second of this.” The MC came over and told the boys and girls to get up and I suddenly realised that I hadn’t even glanced at the other 2 couples. “What the hell, maybe the camera caught them.” I thought. Layla and her partner were again pronounced as the winners and they were each giver a bottle of what I later discovered was cheap champagne. She came back to me with a huge grin on her face. “Enjoy that did you?” “Oh yes, but I need you to fuck me. I need to cum.” “I may be able to arrange the latter but the former will be a lot more difficult.” I replied. I opened the bottle and we started drinking. The bottle was just about empty when the MC got on the sound system again and announced that the ship would soon be dropping anchor then there would be more drinks and food, and more games on the beach. We looked and saw a little beach with high cliffs round it. We stayed, sat as we were on the edge of the raised area with out feet hanging over the edge and laying back on our elbows, watching the crew launch a little motorised dinghy then load supplies into it, and the party goers starting to jump overboard and swim ashore. Matt and Ethan came over to use and congratulated Layla, Ethan saying that he wished that he’s been Layla’s partner. I noticed that both of them were looking between Layla’s legs which had been spread a bit since she sat down and I also noticed that Layla saw them looking and she opened her legs a bit wider. They must have been able to see her juices leaking out. Anyway, champagne finished and most of the party goers already overboard Layla and I decided that it was our turn to go overboard. I went to our bag and got out the waterproof phone pouch that I was happy that I’d remembered, put my phone in it and we jumped off the boat holding hands. “That’ll sober me up.” Layla said when she surfaced. “Yes,” I thought, “but it won’t take much to get you ‘happy’ again.

Megan and Mallory's BDay Spankings byTotzman© "Look what I brought home!" Megan Pierce ran to the doorway as soon as she heard her father's voice. He stood in the doorway holding a large white box in his arms, which he struggled to keep upright. "Dad, let me help you with that!" Megan said, as she rushed to help hold the other end of the box. The two of them carried the box into the kitchen and rested it upon the counter. "Let me see, let me see!" Megan said excitedly. Bill Pierce gave his daughter a knowing smile, and ceremoniously opened the box so she could to peek inside. The box contained two large birthday cakes, side by side. One read "Happy Birthday Megan," while the other read "Happy Birthday Mallory." A grin formed across Megan's face, and she looked up at her father with joy. "You got me vanilla, right?" Megan asked. "Vanilla for you, chocolate for Mallory," Bill said. "I love you, Daddy!" Megan said, and she wrapped her arms around her father and squeezed him tightly. "Happy Birthday, baby!" Bill said. He rocked her gently, cherishing the embrace. As he released his hold, he looked lovingly into her eyes. "Wow," Bill said. "Seems like it was just yesterday I just brought you two home from the hospital." Megan nodded proudly. "I can't believe today I'll be giving my little angels nineteen spankings!" Bill said. Megan paused and bit her lip. "Yeah, Dad, about that," Megan said. "What dear?" Bill asked. Megan looked to the floor. She'd been meaning to mention this to her father sooner, but she had a difficult time broaching the topic. "Well, I was hoping, maybe this year, we could do away with the birthday spankings," Megan said. Bill's face dropped. Megan felt a knot form in the pit of her stomach. This was the reaction she had feared. "Oh honey, you know how much I love giving you girls your birthday spankings each year," Bill said. "It would break my heart to stop to stop this tradition now." Megan dug the tip of her foot into the floor. She hated disappointing her father more than anything else, but she did not make this suggestion lightly. "Yeah, but we're nineteen now. We're not kids anymore," Megan said. "And I really don't like having my bare bottom spanked in front of my friends anyway. It's sort of- embarrassing." Bill looked shocked. "Embarrassing?" Bill asked. "Why would you be embarrassed? Do you want to have your spankings done with your panties on like you did last year?" Megan shook her head. "I'd rather not have them at all. Or at least, over my jeans," Megan said. Bill tisked. "You can't have your spankings over your jeans," Bill said. "You need to be able to feel the spankings against your skin, with no interference from clothing. Look, why don't you talk it over with your sister? Maybe see what she wants to do?" Megan shook her head in frustration. She knew that would get her nowhere. No sooner did Bill mention her that Mallory Pierce came scampering into the room to give her father an equally as loving a hug as Megan gave him. "Hi Daddy!" Mallory said, squeezing her father tightly. She turned her head to look at the two birthday cakes, and promptly stuck her finger into the one with her name. "Chocolate? Yes!" Mallory exclaimed. She licked the frosting from her finger and smiled. Megan and Mallory were fraternal twins. While they did not look exactly alike, many people did confuse the two. This bothered Megan somewhat, being as their personalities were quite different.  Although they were both average height, with shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes, Mallory was slightly taller and slimmer. They had attractive breasts, though Megan's were noticeably bigger and fuller. Both girls had very cute, round bottoms that looked great in panties, spandex pants, or jeans, which they were wearing now.  "Hey Daddy?" Mallory asked. "What, Baby?" Bill said. "Can me and Megan pleeeeease have bare bottom birthday spankings this year?" Mallory asked. "I hated how you told us to leave our panties on last year!" Bill folded his arms and looked at Megan. "Well, that was because of your sister," Bill said. "She asked me to leave them on last year." Mallory turned to Megan indignantly.  "Whyyyyyyyyy?" Mallory asked. "It's soooo much better to get a spanking on the bare bottom, Megan! Come on!" Megan turned away. Every year, when it came time for the birthday spankings, Mallory would be the first to drop her drawers, eager to get her bare bottom spanked. In recent years, Megan became the reluctant one, much to Mallory's dismay.  "You can do whatever you want," Megan said. "I'd rather not be spanked at all." Bill shook his head. "No, what I do for one, I do for both," Bill said. "You two are going to have to come to an agreement." Bill wasn't trying to be unfair. He knew that Mallory loved being spanked but not by herself. Spanking both girls was a wonderful way to bond the two of them. Mallory worried that one day her father would give in and agree to not spank Megan, and possibly, not spank her either. Mallory decided to do whatever she could to keep Megan on board with her favorite birthday tradition as long as possible. Mallory put her arm around her sister and pulled her close. "How about it, Meg?" Mallory asked. "Bottoms up! Are you with me?" Meg pulled Mallory's arm off her shoulder. "I'm going to help Mom finish decorating," Megan said, and walked away. Mallory looked at her father. "She'll come around," Mallory said. Mallory hoped she was right. When the guests arrived, Mallory cranked up the music and handed out party hats and leis. Megan greeted each guest at the door and took their coats. "Hi, thanks, for coming," Megan said as each person entered. Megan took the coats to her parents' bedroom and placed them upon the bed. When she emerged from the bedroom, Mallory waited for her just outside the bedroom door. "Eric Rosenthal is here," Mallory said with a smile. "Isn't he that boy you like?" "Shh!" Megan said. "Don't mess this up for me!" "Ooooh, I guess so!" Mallory said, hopping up and down excitedly. Megan checked her reflection the hallway mirror and adjusted her hair. Many people told Megan she was pretty. Megan liked to think so. Satisfied with her appearance, Megan turned confidently down the hallway and out into the living room. She found Eric standing in the center of the room with a cup of soda in his hand. "Hi Eric!" Megan said. "Hi Megan," Eric said. "Great party." "Thanks," Megan said. "Want me to take your coat?" "Take my coat?" Eric asked. "Why?" "I'm just gonna put it in the other room," Megan said. "Oh, right," Eric said, feeling flustered. He removed his jacket and handed it to Megan. "Are you gonna give me a ticket so I can get it back?" Eric asked. Megan laughed. "You're funny, Eric," Megan said. Eric smiled and took a sip of his soda. Megan carried Eric's coat up to her parents' bedroom. As she placed it upon the bed, she smelled Eric's cologne emanating from the material. She held it to her nose to smell it closer. It was an intoxicating aroma. Megan found herself feeling slightly aroused. Megan returned to the living room to find Mallory inviting the guests into the basement. "We have a karaoke machine in the basement for anyone who wants to try!" Mallory said. Megan casually walked up to Eric. "Are you going to try the karaoke?" Megan asked. Eric shook his head. "No way," Eric said. "Not my thing." Megan shrugged.  "That's cool," Megan said. "It's still fun to watch." "I know," Eric smiled. Megan felt her face flush red when she realized her unintentional innuendo. The partygoers packed themselves into the basement, which left very little room to sit or move around. As Megan wormed her way through the crowd she found to her dismay she'd been separated from Eric. Megan made her way to the edge of the crowd and stood near the wall, where she would have a good view of the singers. Mallory took to the karaoke machine first. She and her friend Heather decided to sing "I Kissed a Girl," much to the crowd's amusement, namely because Mallory and Heather themselves had kissed at a party a year earlier and had become gossip topic number one at their high school. Once the giggling had died down, Mallory stepped aside and let a few other guests have a turn. Mallory's friend Tyler took the mike and sang a melodious rendition of "Piano Man," which impressed many of the girls, especially Mallory. Megan stood quietly while she watched several others perform, until Mallory took her by the arm and led her up to the machine. "Your turn, sis," Mallory said. Megan's face flushed red again.  Megan sheepishly took the mike and sang her best rendition of "Standing Still" that she could, before passing the mike back to her sister. The crowd gave her an encouraging applause as she attempted to disappear within it. Over the next few songs, the crowd gradually migrated back upstairs for dinner. Mallory and Megan's mother Deborah had ordered several platters of sandwiches to which the hungry party guests happily consumed. Megan decided to sit with a small group of her friends back down in the basement to talk. Meanwhile, Mallory sat with a much larger group of her friends in the living room upstairs, laughing and joking at much higher volumes than Megan's friends. As the platters of sandwiches dwindled into mere platters of crumbs, the general consensus among the party guests was that cake was in order. Megan's friend Tara happened to enter the kitchen as Deborah laid out the twin birthday pastries. "Hey, where's the garbage can?" Tara asked, holding an empty paper plate. "Oh, it's right there," Deborah said, pointing towards the trash can in the corner. "Thanks, Tara said, and dropped her plate and plastic silverware inside.  "I'll move this out to the living room so people can find it easier," Bill said.  Bill picked up the trash can as Tara took a hungry look at the towering birthday cakes on the kitchen table. "Mmm, do we get to have cake now?" Tara asked. "Almost," Bill said with a smile. "Just one important thing we have to do first." Bill turned to his wife. "Honey, can you get the chair from my study?" Bill asked. Deborah nodded. She placed a knife upon the table and stepped out of the room. "I'll get the girls," Bill said. Bill carried the trash can out into the living room and set it against the wall. Mallory and her friends dropped their plates and trash into the can. As they did, Bill whispered into Mallory's ear. "Can you tell Megan to come upstairs?" Bill asked. "It's time for you girls to have your birthday spankings." Mallory nodded. "I'll go find her," Mallory said, and she hurried down the stairs. In the basement, Megan and three of her friends sat eating their sandwiches in a circle on the floor while watching some boys play video games. Mallory came down the stairway. "Megan? Upstairs. Dad wants to start the birthday spankings," Mallory said. Megan looked coyly at her three friends, and nodded at Mallory. "Okay, I'll be right up," Megan said.  Eric turned away from the video game he was playing. "Did she say birthday spanking?" Eric asked. "Yeah," Megan blushed. She couldn't believe she was going to be spanked in front of Eric. She hoped Eric would stay downstairs until the spankings were over. Megan made her way up the stairs and saw her mother placing her father's chair at the center of the living room. The chair without armrests.  Megan knew this chair meant only one thing, and so did many of the party guests. Megan could hear them talking quietly among themselves giggling. Mallory ascended the stairway behind her and her eyes lit up the moment she saw her father's chair. "Girls?" Bill said, walking towards them. "Can I talk to you in the kitchen, please?" Megan and Mallory followed their father into the kitchen, while the other party guests gathered around the empty chair.  "So," Bill asked. "What did you girls decide?" "Bare bottom!" Mallory said with a grin. Megan frowned. "Mallory! Come on!" Megan said.  "You just don't want to pull your panties down in front of Eric, don't you?" Mallory said teasingly. Megan crossed her arms. "That's NOT it!" Megan said. "I don't want to pull my panties down in front of anyone!" "Well, you need to decide, it's almost time," Bill said. "Puh-LEASE spank us on the bare bottom, Daddy?" Mallory said. "Pretty pretty pretty please?" "No!" Megan said in a heightened whisper. "Maybe a compromise?" Bill said. "How about nine spankings with your panties on, and ten spankings with them off?" "No, none with them on!" Mallory pleaded. Bill shook his head and sighed. "Alright since you can't seem to agree, I'll make the decision," Bill said. "Okay, fine," Mallory said. Mallory closed her eyes, crossed her fingers on both hands, and whispered to herself "barebottombarebottombarebottomba-" "We'll do bare bottom this year," Bill said. "YESSSSSS!" Mallory clenched her fists and held them up in a victory cheer. Megan sneered. "Daaaad!" Megan said. "I'm sorry Megan, my decision is made," Bill said. "Come on girls, the guests are waiting." Megan bit her lip. It never seemed to end. She'd been spanked on her birthday every single year since she could walk; and on the bare bottom every year but once! Megan truly thought this might be the year she might finally be over what she considered to be a silly and tired tradition. Clearly, she couldn't have been more wrong. Bill put his arms around Megan and Mallory's shoulders and proudly walked them out into the living room. "May I have everyone's attention?" Bill said.  The crowd quieted and turned their attention to Bill and the two birthday girls. Megan cringed as she looked at the crowd of spectators, who looked back at her. Megan could sense their quiet confidence; of knowing that soon they would see Megan's naked bottom and there was nothing she could do about it.  "Today is a very special day!" Bill said. "These two beautiful girls have reached their nineteenth birthdays! And for that I have something very special planned for them!" Many of the guests had attended Megan and Mallory's birthdays in the past and knew what Bill had in mind, and gave a teasing "ooh!" "Let's sing these girls a Happy Birthday!" Bill said. With Bill leading, the crowd broke out into a melodious rendition of "Happy Birthday." Mallory smiled, pleased to be the center of attention. Megan squirmed in place knowing what awaited her at the song's conclusion. As the song ended , the guests broke into applause. Mallory giggled in response while Megan gave a forced smile. "Now, it's time for the very special event," Bill said. "And that is of course, the birthday spankings!" The guests cheered. Megan's face went beet red.  "All right girls, drop your drawers!" Bill said. "Both of you!" Holding them by their shoulders, Bill pulled both of the girls close. "Now which of these lucky girls should get her little bottom spanked first?" Bill asked. There was disagreement in the crowd, with most of Mallory's friends crying her name, while Megan's said hers. Mallory eagerly unzipped her jeans and pulled them to her ankles. The guys whistled upon seeing her bare legs and lacy purple panties, while the girls squealed. "Well, looks like Mallory is ready to go, so let's get started!" Bill said. He took a seat upon his chair and beckoned Mallory over his lap. "Lose those panties so we can get started!" Bill said, slapping his knee invitingly. Mallory shot a flirty glance at the guys and pulled her panties down to her ankles. The guys howled loudly as Mallory eagerly bent over and perched her abdomen upon her father's knee.  Bill took a glance at Megan, and saw her pants remained on her body. "Megan, pull down your pants," Bills said. "Your spanking is next." Just as he said that, Megan noticed Eric ascending the stairs. He was going to see everything! Megan gulped, realizing she did not have a choice. Megan reluctantly unzipped her jeans and slid them to the floor. She once again went red with embarrassment upon hearing the guys cheer and howl upon seeing her lacy black panties. Megan set her jeans aside and saw Eric had worked his way to the front of the crowd, and was looking at her bare legs. In spite of all the spankings she'd gotten in the past, Megan had never felt as exposed as she did now. Needless to say, Megan elected to keep her panties on until it was time for her spanking. "All right, nineteen years!" Bill announced, raising his palm in the air. "Everybody count!" Bill brought down his palm and smacked Mallory on her bare bottom. SMACK! "One!" the guests cheered. Mallory giggled. She was genuinely enjoying this. Bill raised his hand again and continued. SMACK! "Two!" SMACK! "Three!" SMACK! "Four!" Due to the round shape of Mallory's bottom, her cheeks had a very pleasant bounce every time they were struck. Megan wondered if her own cheeks jiggled as much as Mallory's when she got spanked. Being as the two sisters had very similarly shaped bottoms, Megan suspected they did. SMACK!  "Five!" SMACK!  "Six!" SMACK!  "Seven!" Megan turned away at this point. She couldn't stand watching her sister's round globes shake and wiggle about, knowing that her own bottom likely would do the same. Megan decided she didn't need anything else to make her self-conscious about this experience. SMACK! "Eight!" SMACK!  "Nine!" SMACK! "Ten!" SMACK! "Eleven!" The guests were loving it! Mallory was too, by the smile on her face. She kicked her bare legs up and down, which gave the guests behind her a clear view of her lady parts. Megan made a mental note to keep her thighs together to limit her exposure once she was in this position. Mallory didn't seem to care and let her legs naturally spread apart. Bill however, kept his focus solely on spanking his daughter. He used his left hand to hold Mallory's waist and keep her abdomen still so he could administer the remainder of her spankings. He raised his hand again. SMACK! "Twelve!" SMACK! "Thirteen!" SMACK! "Fourteen!" Megan could see some of the guys were trying to conceal their erections. SMACK! "Fifteen!" SMACK! "Sweet Sixteen!" The crowd cheered extra loud for this one. SMACK! "Seventeen!" SMACK! "Eighteen!" "Last one!" Bill said. He raised his hand again, for the final spank for Mallory's nineteenth birthday. SMACK! "Nineteen!" The guests erupted in applause, and Megan felt her heart take a dive into he stomach. With Mallory's spanking finished, Megan knew she was next. "And a pinch to grow an inch!" Bill said. He gave Mallory a light pinch on her rosy left cheek, and then gave her a soft pat on her butt to let her know she could rise. Mallory rose to her feet. "Thank you Daddy!" Mallory said, and she planted a kiss on his temple. "You're welcome, baby!" Bill said. Mallory bent over to pick up her panties. As she did, Bill took a peek at her rosy cheeks. "Look at that heinie!" Bill said. "Let's see if we can get Miss Megan's behind as red as that!" The crowd giggled. Mallory placed her feet into her panties and slid them back on. Bill turned to look at Megan. "Your turn, Megan," Bill said. "Come on, drop those panties, you know what we agreed." Megan turned to look at the guests that had gathered around. Eric stood in the very center, watching her as she prepared to strip from the waist down. Why was this happening? Why did her father push this upon her every year? Megan swallowed and prepared for the worst.  Megan stepped forward and reluctantly took hold of the waistband of her panties. She slipped her panties to the floor as she kept her side to most of the crowd. A few guests towards the front side of the house could still see her private area, which she had shaved in preparation for this moment.  Megan did not waste any time bending over her father's knee to help preserve her modesty. She placed her fingertips upon the carpet and stared directly at the floor below her. She did not want to make eye contact with anyone as long as she was in this humiliating position. Megan took a deep breath. In a few seconds time, she was going to be spanked. "All right, Megan's turn!" Bill said. "Everybody ready?" The crowd cheered in unison. Megan closed her eyes. It was time. Bill smiled and raised his open palm in the air. He brought it down with a thunderous SMACK upon Megan's bare bottom. "One!" Megan jumped at the impact of her father's palm against her bottom. Only eighteen to go. This shouldn't be so bad. SMACK! "Two!" SMACK! "Three!" Megan started to squirm, but Bill kept a hold on her hip with his left hand for just this reason. He held Megan's bottom firmly in place and continued spanking her. SMACK! "Four!" SMACK! "Five!" Mallory stood nearby, with a clear view of Megan's bottom. She thought it was very cute how Megan's cheeks jiggled about with each smack. She hoped her bottom looked this cute when she was being spanked. SMACK! "Six!" SMACK! "Seven!" SMACK! "Eight!" SMACK! "Nine!" It was at this point that Megan detected something in the air. A smell. It was Eric's cologne, which she's smelt on his jacket when she'd put it away earlier. Somehow the aroma had emanated so she could smell it at this very moment. It turned her on. It turned her on a lot, actually. Megan realized she was actually becoming aroused as her father's hand smacked her naked bottom. SMACK! "Ten!" SMACK! "Eleven!" SMACK! "Twelve!" There was no mistaking the smell of Eric's cologne. Megan could smell it and she was extremely turned on. She shifted uncomfortably. Bill, thinking Megan was squirming, held his grip on her even tighter. He lifted the base of her shirt up and tucked it into her bra strap to keep it from falling, so he could keep a grip upon the side of Megan's bare torso. SMACK! "Thirteen!" SMACK! "Fourteen!" Although Megan didn't realize it, with each smack, her thighs drifted further and further apart, in spite of her mental note to keep them together. She was unaware of just how exposed she was at this point, for if she had known that most of the party guests had a very clear view of her lady parts, she would most certainly have made a greater effort to maintain her modesty. SMACK! "Fifteen!" SMACK! "Sweet Sixteen!" Once again the crowd cheered extra loud for this one. SMACK! "Seventeen!" SMACK! "Eighteen!" "Last one!" Bill said, holding his arm high in the air. He brought his palm down extra hard for the final smack. SMACK! "Nineteen!" The crowd applauded once again.  Megan sighed in relief. The spanking was finally over. Now she only needed to endure the pinch, which Bill always did to conclude a birthday spanking. The pinch didn't hurt, but Megan did feel it was awfully belittling being pinched on her bottom after being spanked. But as with the spankings, Bill insisted on them, so Megan knew she wasn't getting out of it. Megan closed her eyes and braced herself. "A pinch to grow an inch!" Bill said, and gave Megan a light pinch on her cheek. He then gave Megan a soft pat on her butt, and Megan pulled herself to her feet. "Well, let's see who's redder, Megan or Mallory?" Bill asked. "Girls, can we get a side-by-side comparison?" Megan turned her back to the crowd, while Mallory hurried over to her side. Mallory slipped her panties down to her thighs so the crowd could see both girls' recently spanked bottoms. "Not bad, plenty of color on both of those!" Bill said. "Every year they get just a little rosier with age, don't you think?" Many of the guys whistled in agreement. "Now that's settled, you girls can get dressed," Bill said. "It's time for birthday cake!" Megan pulled up her panties and pulled her shirt out from under her bra strap. She turned around, afraid to see Eric. Megan hated that he had seen her go through that, and yet, she felt somehow disappointed that when she checked the crowd of spectators Eric was nowhere to be found. After putting on her pants Megan made her way to the kitchen. Deborah was slicing the cake and distributing it among the party guests. Megan grabbed a plate with her preferred flavor of cake and weaved her way through the crowd back to the living room. "Happy Birthday, Megan!" Megan's friend Ashley said to her. "Thanks," Megan said. Ashley held a plate of chocolate cake in her hands and smiled at her. "Does your Dad spank you every year for your birthday?" Ashley asked. Megan nodded. "Yeah, he loves it," Megan said, wearily, "You are SO lucky!" Ashley said. "I wish my Dad would spank me on my birthday." "Why?" Megan asked, dumbfounded. "It looks like fun," Ashley said. "Well, try asking him," Megan said, taking a bite of her cake.  "I think I will," Ashley said. "Hey, have you seen Eric?" Megan asked. Ashley looked around the room. "No, not in a while," Ashley said. "Hmm, I wonder where he went," Megan said. Megan made her way down the stairs where she saw Mallory feeding a piece of cake to Tyler. The chocolate cake slipped and dribbled down his chin. Mallory and Tyler laughed, while several girls watching giggled. "Hey Mal, have you seen Eric?" Megan asked. Mallory shook her head. "He left right after your Dad finished spanking you," Heather said. "He went to the bedroom." Megan's face dropped. "Why did he leave?" Megan asked, disappointed. "He probably just needed to whack off," Mallory said.  Megan sneered. "Why would he do that?" Megan asked, folding her arms indignantly. Tyler rolled his eyes, amused. "Umm, maybe seeing your cute little ass get smacked?" Mallory asked. "You should ask if he needs an extra hand. I'm going to give Tyler a blowjob soon." "Mallory!" Megan exclaimed. Megan couldn't believe anyone ever confused the two of them. She and Mallory were absolutely nothing alike. Megan trudged up the stairs. Megan wondered if what Mallory said about Eric was true. She wasn't sure whether to be flattered or humiliated that Eric might be masturbating in response to seeing her be spanked. Megan couldn't see him in the living room or the kitchen, so she decided to test Mallory's theory and check the bedroom next. Megan made her way down the hallway, and checked her reflection in the hallway mirror again. Her hair had gotten a little disheveled and misplaced during her spanking, so Megan adjusted it again. With her hair looking nice and pretty again, Megan knocked quietly on the bedroom door. "Yeah?" she heard a voice say. It sounded like Eric. Megan opened the bedroom door. She saw Eric quickly rise to his feet from behind the bed. "Hey Megan," Eric said, looking flushed. "Hey," Megan smiled. "I was wondering where you went." "Oh, I was just checking my phone," Eric said. "I left it in my jacket." Megan smiled. Mallory was right. Megan could tell Eric was lying. Yet she realized she was not mad. Megan actually felt touched that Eric seemed to enjoy watching her get spanked enough that he got aroused. "Do you want any birthday cake?" Megan asked. "My Mom's cutting it up right now." "Sure," Eric smiled. "Okay, I'll get some for you," Megan said. "Do you want chocolate or vanilla?" "Vanilla," Eric said. Megan smiled. They shared the same taste. "Wait right here," Megan said. Megan hurried off and retrieved a plate of vanilla cake and quickly returned to the bedroom. She and Eric sat down on the bedroom floor to enjoy their cake. "Ow, my butt's kind of sore," Megan said, rubbing her bottom as she sat down. "Did it hurt?" Eric asked, taking a bite of cake. "No, it's just kind of embarrassing," Megan said. "Getting my bare bottom spanked in front of everyone. At least last year my Dad let us keep our panties on. No one wants to see my butt." Eric grinned. "I do," Eric said. Megan playfully hit Eric. "Thanks," Megan said. Megan and Eric ate their cake in silence for a moment before Megan spoke. "Hey Eric?" Megan asked. "Yeah?" Eric said. "Did you get turned on watching me get spanked?" Megan asked. Eric blushed. "Yeah," Eric said. Megan smiled. "So how long does your butt stay sore for?" Eric asked. "You know, after you get spanked?" "Just a couple days," Megan said. "I usually put some lotion on it and it feels okay enough to sit." "Maybe I could put some on for you," Eric teased. "Okay," Megan said cheerfully. Eric looked up in surprise. "Really?" Eric asked. "Sure," Megan nodded. "I'd love to have a cute guy massage my butt." Eric felt his pulse race. He would get to feel Megan's firm bottom. The idea felt unreal. Megan led Eric to her bedroom and shut the door behind them. Grabbing a bottle of lotion from her dresser drawer, she set it upon the nightstand. "I'm gonna just lay on the bed, okay?" Megan said nervously. "Sure, go ahead," Eric said. Eric felt as though he should turn away as Megan unzipped her jeans and pulled them off, even though he knew Megan probably wouldn't mind if he looked. Megan slid off her panties and climbed onto the bed. Both of her cheeks were still pleasantly rosy. Megan folded her arms under her pillow and rested her head atop it while she waited for Eric to do his work. Eric stared down upon Megan's reddened behind; feeling somewhat intimidated by the task before him. He grabbed the lotion bottle, and holding it over Megan's posterior, he gave the nozzle a firm pump. The white lotion oozed from the nozzle and dribbled into a pool upon Megan's left butt cheek. Megan winced as the cool liquid touched her sore behind. It was a shock of a temperature difference, but a soothing feel. Eric pumped a second squirt onto Megan's right cheek and set the bottle aside. Tentatively, Eric held his palms closely over Megan's cheeks. He could feel the heat emanating from them. Clearly the spanking had made them quite warm. He was about to lower his hands, to make contact with Megan's bottom, but his nervousness was starting to get the better of him. Eric could not believe what a beautiful sight was before him. He found himself struck by the beauty of her soft skin and the delicate curves of her behind. Such lovely contours of her round cheeks, pressed tightly together like two expanding balloons each trying to make room for the other, but in perfect harmony. Taking a deep breath, Eric bravely set his palms down and pressed them against Megan's buttocks. So soft and firm! It felt as though the warming life from Megan's bottom was being absorbed into his hands. Her bottom truly felt magical. After taking a moment to enjoy the feel of Megan's buttocks. Eric rubbed Megan's cheeks softly and spread the lotion all around.  Megan sighed. His touch felt wonderful. Eric slowly and methodically rubbed the cool lotion around so it could be absorbed into Megan's skin. Eric rubbed her cheeks up and down, and side to side; rolling her mounds between his fingers. He ran his fingertips around her hips and across her upper thighs. Her skin was so smooth and delicate. Megan's body was even more fun to touch than it was to see. He put two more squirts of lotion on her buttocks and continued to rub both of her lovely cheeks in circular motions. Although she was bare bottomed, Megan's position of lying flat on her stomach prevented Eric from being able to see her anus. While he didn't find the anus especially erotic, Eric did find himself wondering whether he would be able to see it. Feeling curious, and hoping Megan would not mind, Eric rubbed his left and right hands to the left and right respectively, and spread apart Megan's mounds. All he could see was the fold where her cheeks met, like a soft and delicate valley between two beautiful rolling hills. Although Eric enjoyed this, he realized would need to look lower if he was to see her anus. Eric tried again, smoothly pushing her lower glutes apart until he could steal a glimpse of her little butthole. He followed the fold between her cheeks to a small area where several little creases converged onto a single spot.- and there it was.  Just a small dark opening peeking out from between her cheeks, but Eric thought it was pretty. Eric knew it wasn't a big deal, but Eric liked Megan, and he was glad he'd gotten to see this private part of her body. Eric continued massaging Megan's bottom, trying not to seem as though he was intending to look at her anus, but the truth was, he thought it was beautiful. After a few more minutes of rubbing her firm derriere, he decided enough time had passed that he could sneak another peek. Eric spread apart her cheeks once again, and took another peek at the tiny little hole in the very bottom of her butt. He spread her cheeks wide enough that the hole opened a bit, giving Eric an even better view of her anus than the first time he looked. It was very small and tight. Eric was pleased to see it was also very clean and fresh, even as he spread her cheeks far enough that he could see a bit inside of it. Eric found it incredible, realizing that every part of this girl's body was simply beautiful. Eric smiled to himself. Even though it was just a hole, to him it was like a hidden treasure waiting to be found. He was glad he'd found it. Eric decided not to look at her anus a third time and seem too obvious, so he took one final admiring peek at it and let her cheeks close once again. Megan sighed softly, unaware of how much Eric had just seen. Had she known just how good of a look he'd gotten of her anus she would likely feel even more self-conscious than she did during her spanking. Eric massaged her for a few more minutes and then rested his hands. "Better?" Eric asked. "Yes," Megan said softly. Her bottom, while still red, felt significantly less sore. Megan turned over and grabbed her panties from the floor. "Thank you," Megan said sweetly. "Pleasure's all mine," Eric said with a smile. Megan slid her legs into her panties and pulled them up over her buttocks. "Need me to return the favor?" Megan asked, batting her eyes. Eric shrugged. "Nah, I didn't just get spanked," Eric said. Megan sat down by this side. "But you got turned on. You said so yourself," Megan said. "My sister said I should ask you if you needed a hand with anything." "Well, maybe," Eric laughed nervously. He could feel his penis expanding inside his pants. Megan leaned against Eric and looked longingly at his lap. "Well, bring him out," Megan said teasingly. Eric unzipped his pants and took out his penis, which was now fully erect. "Very handsome," Megan said, admiringly. "Thanks," Eric said. "I'll get some more lotion," Megan said. Megan grabbed the lotion bottle and shot a squirt into her palm. She rubbed the lotion onto the shaft of Eric's penis until it was nice and slippery. "Watching me get spanked got you real hot and bothered, huh?" Megan asked.  Eric nodded. "Let's see if I can take the edge off," Megan said. Megan wrapped her fingers around the shaft of Eric's penis and stroked him up and down. She clutched the base of his penis with her left hand and continued to stroke him with her right.  Eric closed his eyes. Megan's hands felt like heaven. Her grip was soft but tight. She rubbed her palm up and down the length of his penis, lavishing extra attention on the head where he was the most sensitive. Eric felt a bit guilty, having been so aroused by the thoughts of Megan's bare-bottomed spanking. He knew it was a bit unfair that Megan's pain was indirectly causing him so much pleasure, but he couldn't help his feelings. The same thought occurred to Megan, but she did not feel resentful. "You know, I didn't even want to be spanked for my birthday," Megan said, as she continued stroking. "But it was worth it. I'm glad you enjoyed it so much." "Harder," Eric whispered. Megan stroked Eric's penis faster, and softly breathed into his ear. The vision of Bill's hand smacking Megan's bottom played in Eric's mind over and over. A father spanking his daughter on her birthday- what a wonderful tradition. Eric simply marveled at what a beautiful sight that was. "You know, next year I'll be getting twenty spankings," Megan whispered. "On my bare bottom." Eric took a deep breath. Megan leaned closer and let her lips lightly touch Eric's ear. The soft touch of her lips sent a tingle from Eric's ear throughout his body. "Twenty spankings," Megan repeated, seductively. "On my bare...naked...bottom!" Megan's teasing whispers were increasingly arousing Eric. He grabbed onto her hip and squeezed. "Did I turn you on..." Megan whispered softly. "Me...bent over..." Megan said these words slowly and Eric's breathing quickened. "...panties down..." Megan stroked Eric even faster as she said these words. "...getting my pretty naked bottom..."  Eric moaned and clenched his eyes closed. "...ssssspanked?"  At the mention of this word Eric erupted. He shot a glob of semen from the tip of his penis which landed on Megan's thigh. She was glad she hadn't yet put on her jeans, so it didn't stain the fabric. A second glob shot out just a bit and poured down the back of Megan's hand.  "I'll take that as a yes," Megan giggled. She kept her fingers wrapped firmly around his penis and kept the pressure on for the duration of Eric's orgasm. The last drops of semen dribbled down her knuckles and gathered into a pool at the base of Eric's penis. As Eric's breathing slowed to normal, Megan released her grasp on his penis. She grabbed a tissue from her nightstand and handed one to Eric. "That was pretty intense," Eric said. "Glad you liked it," Megan said, wiping his semen from her hand. Megan grabbed another tissue and cleaned her thigh, even though she liked the way the cool liquid felt against her skin. Megan put her jeans back on and Eric zipped up his pants. "We should get back to the party," Megan said.  Eric smiled. He leaned forward and kissed Megan softly on the lips. Megan smiled and kissed him again. They held eye contact for several seconds before Megan moved to the doorway. Megan opened her bedroom door and she and Eric returned to the party. She hoped no one would ask where she'd been. In the living room Megan's mother was placing presents out on a table. "There you are!" Deborah said. "Where's your sister? It's time for presents!" "I'll go find her," Megan said.  Eric walked with Megan down the stairs. In the basement she found Heather talking with a few other girls but Mallory was nowhere in sight. "Hey Heather, have you seen Mallory?" Megan asked. "She went to her bedroom. With Tyler," Heather said with a wink. "Oh," Megan said. She knew she should have known. Megan and Eric walked back upstairs and into the kitchen, where she saw her father cleaning. "Your mother wants to open presents now," Bill said. "Go find your sister." "Oh, she'll be ready in a couple minutes," Megan said. Bill handed Eric a large back of trash. "Son, would you mind taking this out to the curb?" Bill asked. "Sure," Eric said, taking the trash bag. As Eric stepped out of the house with the trash, Megan took a step closer to her father. "Hey Dad?" Megan said, "Yes, sweetie?" Bill asked. "I'm, sorry for putting up such a fuss about the spankings," Megan said. Bill nodded as he continued cleaning. "It's alright," Bill said. "I understand you're getting older. Maybe you feel like you're too old to be spanked anymore." "No, I don't," Megan said. Bill looked up in surprise. "I'm okay with doing birthday spankings next year and every year after that," Megan said. Bill smiled. "Glad to hear it," Bill said. He grabbed another trash bag from under the sink and began filling it with more refuse. "Oh, and Dad?" Megan asked.  "Yes, dear?" Bill asked. Megan folded her arms and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I'm fine with bare-bottom spankings too," Megan said. "And actually, I was wondering if it would be okay if Mallory and I could be totally naked for our spankings next year." Bill blinked. This was the last thing he expected to hear from Megan. "Well, of course honey!" Bill said. "We'll talk to Mallory but I'm sure she'd be happy to do that." "Okay," Megan said sheepishly. She unfolded her arms and stuck her hands in her pockets. She hoped Eric would appreciate next year's spankings even more than this year's. Eric stepped back into the kitchen and smiled when he saw Megan. "I just saw your sister, I think she's ready," Eric said. Megan walked out to the living room to see Tyler strutting into the living room with a giant smile on his face. Mallory wiped her lips with the back of her hand and took a seat on the living room floor. "Okay, let's open presents!" Deborah said, placing a brightly colored package in Mallory's lap. Megan leaned towards Eric. "I think I already got my favorite present this year," Megan said.

My Sister's Pussy by Art Martin Chapter 8 Katie gets excited about her prospects for some after school fun... I woke early in the morning to the most pleasant sensation of having my dick sucked. Just before I came, I remember thinking, 'I could get used to this!' Leanne got what she was after and sprang out of bed. I stayed for a while savoring the immediate aftermath of a good cum, before jumping into the shower with her for a little rub-a-dub-dub tittie fun. After doing my morning chores of feeding the horses and cleaning out the stalls, I headed in for breakfast. The animals had been agitated, as I had forgotten to feed them the night before. I wasn't too worried that Dad would be upset with me; after all I was a bit distracted yesterday with Mama's cunt. That was a mistake. As soon as I walked into the kitchen and caught the aroma of bacon, he lit into me for being irresponsible. Right there at the kitchen table, he had me drop my pants and lean over the table, whereupon he blistered my ass with one of his wooden paddles. All the while I was taking my punishment, Mama stood by the stove, wearing only a full apron, her bare ass cheeks tantalizing me. The punishment over, I stood sporting a hard-on. Dad looked at me, squinting his eyes frowning. I suppose he didn't realize what Mama's state of dress was doing to me because he muttered, "You're getting too old for this sort of thing." Leanne had come in at the tail end of the paddling and at its conclusion sat down with a smirk on her face. Dad took his seat and Mama served us. I pulled up my pants and opted to eat standing up. Mama was about to sit when Daddy grabbed her and started rubbing her butt no more than a foot from me. Pulling her into his lap, he ran his hands under the apron to feel her up. He growled, "You're all wet, Roxanne." I thought he was going to fuck her right there, but he abruptly stood and dragged her off to the bedroom without eating. "What was that all about?" inquired Leanne with a grin. "I forgot to feed the horses last night." "That got him all worked up?" "I'm not sure," I replied. We cleaned up best we could, leaving Mama's and Dad's plates on the table along with their breakfast. Neither of us knew if that would be acceptable, but took the risk, deciding it was the best that we could do. Sam pulled up about ten minutes earlier than normal. He was in an agitated state, worse than the horses had been, fretting about how soon it would be before Becky dropped off Katie, and running-on non-stop about how much fun we had with her yesterday afternoon and how much fun we were going to have with her after school today. When Leanne walked out, he clammed up. Becky pulled up the drive. Katie got out and Leanne got in. Becky whipped her car around kicking up gravel and zoomed off. Sam sheepishly asked, "Would it alright with you if, uh, Katie and I rode in the back? You can drive!" Well, I had a Learners Permit, but Dad hadn't actually let me drive anywhere yet except up and down our gravel drive. I jumped at the chance to really drive a car. Cocksure and full of piss and vinegar, I slid behind the wheel and fired that puppy up. With one foot on the gas and the other on the brakes, we were off like a herd of wild stampeding turtles creeping down the drive. I managed to clip the mailbox as I turned onto the road causing Sam to exclaim, "Watch it, asshole! Don't scratch my car! Ah fuck, Kern, do you know what the fuck you're doing?" "Relax, Dude! I have it all under control." "Watch the fuckin' ditch! Oh SHIT!" Skillfully I managed to get the car back onto the road. At the first stop sign, I nearly launched Katie and Sam into the front seat. "Goddamnit, Travis! Easy! Take it easy! Fuck! You want me to drive?" "No, no, no! I'm just not used to your car. Uhmm, brakes are kinda touchy." Still stopped, I turned to say something cute to Sam, but with Katie's blouse already unbuttoned and open, I knew he didn't want to hear any B.S. from me. I turned onto the highway and somehow managed to more or less stay in my lane without any other incidents. The twenty-minute ride to school took more like thirty minutes, not that Katie or Sam minded. I did my best and concentrated on the task at hand, but Sam's occasional hoarse whisper to, 'Suck my dick,' or 'Yeah, Katie, suck it good,' or, 'Goddamn that feels good,' and other such platitudes were distracting and left little doubt in my mind as to what was going on in the backseat. Several quick looks in the mirror revealed Sam, but not Katie. I pulled into the high school parking lot and found a space with no other vehicles anywhere near and parked, managing to take up four spaces. I put it in park and turned to the rear seat. Katie's head was still in Sam's lap, his pants down around his thighs. "Hey, finish up, Katie," I said. "We're here." Sam closed his eyes and grunted, holding her head to his crotch. Having sated Sam, Katie sat up smacking her lips, fastened her bra and buttoned her blouse. A little cum was dripping from the corner of her mouth, so I helpfully scooped it up with a finger and fed it to her. "C'mon, Sam, get your pants up," I urged, "we're gonna be late." Sam and I piled out of the car. We had to wait for Katie to fix her lipstick and straighten her hair. While Katie repaired the damage, Sam reparked the car. As we walked from the car, I broke the news. "Listen, ya'll, I made a few phone calls last night. There's gonna be a few extra guys joining us this afternoon." Katie's eyes nearly glazed over and Sam started to protest. "Don't sweat it, Dude." I reached out and rubbed her lewdly in the crotch, "There's plenty of pussy here for all of us." "Jesus Christ, man! She's your girl!" "That's right. She's my girl, and I know how to take care of my girl." Sam went his way and Katie and I walked on over to the Junior High School. "Are you serious, Travis?" "Yeah, I'm serious." "Who? How many?" "That's a secret, besides I'm not really sure how many will show up. You got a problem with a gangbanging? Now's the time to tell me." "Oh god. I don't know." "Well, think about. Let me know at lunch." At lunch I found her sitting with Rita and JoAnn. JoAnn smiled seductively, and greeted, "Here's the stud! We have a date Friday?" Crap, I'd forgotten all about the Friday night arrangements. "Uh, yeah, sure. You, me and Rita, and Sam and Katie. Maybe we'll take in a movie, hang out at the Dairy Queen." "Rita has a better idea," said JoAnn with a conspiratorial grin. "Tell him, Rita." Rita flashed me a radiant smile, her green eyes sparkling. "JoAnn's mom and dad won't be home Friday. I thought that maybe we'd all just... hang out there." I looked at the petite red headed virgin and thought, 'Oh yeah, baby.' Struggling to be cool I smoothly replied, "Sure, that sounds great." "Maybe we'll play cards," added JoAnn with a coy smile. "Cards? Yeah, cards can be a lot of fun," I answered successfully suppressing the urge to say, 'Fuck that!" The three girls chatted, actually JoAnn and Rita talked, I listened or at least I tried to listen, but the conversation just didn't make a whole of sense to me. Parts did, but for all practical purposes they were speaking in code. Katie, for the most part, she was quiet, lost in her own thoughts. I was glad when the two other girls excused themselves to go talk with another group of girls. "You alright?" I asked. "Uh, yes, I'm fine." "You seem... distracted." "Oh god, Travis, I'm soaking wet!" she gushed in a whisper. "I haven't been able to think of anything else this morning but sex, lots of sex." "You want me to call it off?" "Oh god... I'm such a slut." "If you don't want to..." "Yes, damn it! Yes! Oh shit, I think I'm gonna cum just thinking about it! School can't get out soon enough. "I need you so bad," she went on. "Can't we..." "You just need some dick," I said with a slight sneer. "You've got that right. Can't we go somewhere, for just a few minutes." "You crazy? Here? At school? We'd get kicked out!" "Oh god, I'm going to go crazy waiting for the bell!" "That'll make it all the more better." "Why didn't you just surprise me? Why tell me and get me all worked up thinking about it?" "You need to think about it. In case you don't want to do it." "I have been thinking about it! I've been thinking about nothing else. You know damn good and well that I want it." "Good, because you're gonna be gang fucked this afternoon," I said in whisper. "You'll have so many dicks stuck in you, you'll lose count." "Oh god. How many?" "Not sure. Including Sam and me, five or six." "That's all?" "You really are a slut, Katie. That should be plenty." "Yeah, you're right, it's just that I feel so needy." I slipped my hand into her lap and squeezed her pussy, feeling her moisture seeping through her jeans. "Feel better?" "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" I kept a sharp lookout for teachers and brought her quickly to the brink. Then I stopped. "Don't stop, Travis," she pleading begged. "Save it for this afternoon." "You bastard." "Slut." Her hand shot to her crotch and within seconds she closed her eyes, trembling. Nervously I scanned the crowded cafeteria to see if anyone was watching her bring herself off. She slumped against me, with her head burrowed into my shoulder. From behind I heard Mrs. Cook, who had the reputation as the meanest teacher at Indian Creek Junior High, scowl, "Sit up straight, Ms. Tate! No public demonstrations of affection on school property! Now sit up!" Katie sat up, her hands in her lap, staring forward, not daring to look at Mrs. Cook, as her state of lust was plainly evident in her face. Mercifully, Mrs. Cook moved on to harass some other errant student and the bell rang signaling that lunch was over. Katie moaned, "Oh god, look!" Her hands parted revealing the wet spot on her jeans. "You're gonna be a juicy little fuck this afternoon. Aren't you?" Being a gentleman, I escorted her to her locker. She was right behind me the whole way to disguise the tell tale wet spot. Once at her locker, she retrieved her books to hold in front of her. As she walked away, I couldn't help but notice that her wetness was visible from the rear as well. Oh well, there wasn't anything I could do about that. Next period was my turn to suffer. I just didn't have time yesterday to finish my essay and all I could do was turn in the rough draft, with all the spelling errors, grammatical errors, errors of fact and logic that typify a very rough draft. I knew good and well that I'd be lucky to get a 50 on it. As bad as that would hurt my grades, it was far better than the zero I'd get for failing to turn it in on time. I had fretted about it all morning, but there was no time to do anything about it. I cast about to lay blame somewhere, after all I was very distracted yesterday, but finally realized that it was just too damned bad. I did my best and I had only myself to blame. I could have gotten it done, but there were better things to do, much better, and a poor grade was a small price to pay for my distractions. The afternoon dragged on. My thoughts were on Katie and I wondered how she was faring. When the last bell rang and we hooked up to walk to Sam's car, I knew she hadn't fared well at all. There was a wild look of lascivious desperation in her eyes. The wet spot in her crotch was now even bigger and more pronounced than at lunchtime. "You been getting yourself off in class?" "What do you think?" "I think you're ready for a Grade-A fucking." "I've been ready all day! C'mon, let's get going." Sam was waiting for us by his car. He offered to let me drive, but I declined in the interest of getting to the barn as quickly as possible. Katie sat in the middle, between Sam and I. As Sam sped towards our destination, I helped Katie relieve herself of her sneakers, socks, jeans, and panties. She was so wet that it looked as if she'd squirted a half a bottle of lube between her legs. My fingers found her hole and slid in effortlessly. The smacking noises my fingers were making in her pussy were loud enough to be heard over the road noise. Sam had a hard time keeping his eyes on the road, his attention being drawn to the source of the syrupy noises. My thumb pressed into her clit and teased her to another climax. By the time we pulled off the highway and onto the road to home, I had stripped her of her blouse and bra, to ride completely naked the remaining distance to the barn. Sam pulled up behind the barn, obscuring the car from the road. Pulling her naked from the car, I half dragged her into the barn. "Lookie here," I said in genuine surprise at the sight of several bales of hay laid out in a large rectangular platform about the size of a king sized bed. "Your dad's been here," stated Sam. "I didn't think he ever..." "Yeah, well, he's come and gone," I said dismissively. I found the old Spiderman blanket and spread it out over the bales of hay. Sam had quickly disrobed and ready for action. As soon as the blanket was down, he had Katie down with him on top of her, trying desperately to find entrance to her vagina. Katie helped him out and she gasped as his cock slid into her. Poor Sam. No technique at all. He just began slamming her. He had a lot to learn, but under the present circumstances a hard, rough fucking was just what Katie needed at the moment. I had barely gotten my own clothes off before Sam was grunting and shuddering with ejaculatory delight. Sam rolled off with a look of rapture on his face. I guess he needed a quickie too. "Hey, Dude, you've got the sprint down pat, what you need to do is learn the marathon," I said teasingly. Sam expression changed from blissful to shameful at the words of my tease. "Don't sweat it," I said in an attempt to right a wrong, "we've all day with this slut." I crawled up next to her and produced a strip of cloth to blindfold her. "What's this for?" "This will heighten your other senses. You will be more attuned to sounds, smells, and touch." "All I'm going to smell is this hay," she giggled as I tied the blindfold securely. "Can you see anything?" "No." "Tell the truth. If you can see anything at all, it will spoil the effect." "No, I can't see a thing." "Any light? Any at all?" "No! It's pitch dark." "Good. Now leave it on until I take it off. Understand?" "You sound like your Dad." "Whatever slut. Understand?" "Why are you calling me a slut all a sudden?" "You are a slut," I hissed in her ear. "You know that, I know that, and Sam knows that. Soon, several other guys are going to know that, but then again, they already know it too. So be yourself and act like the slut you are. Understand?" "Okay, okay. I'm a slut." "That's right. You know what slut's are good for?" "Fucking?" "That a girl! Now show Sam how slutty you can be. Show him how you frig yourself." I'd never seen a girl masturbate before and what Sam and I witnessed, we'll never forget. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. There she was, my girlfriend, blindfolded and sprawled out nude for our pleasure. One delicate hand stroked her pert pink nipples erect, while the other slid in and around her lewdly splayed pussy with Sam's cum oozing from her. With her nipples pointing straight in the air, she moved that hand down from her tits, down to open her pussy lips and display her hard little clit. Her fingers danced around her clit, her legs flexed and her toes curled. Soon her free hand slid back up her torso to pinch and pull on her nipples. The fingers in her pussy plunged in and out of her cunt hole and then furiously circled her clit for a moment before plunging back into her feverish fuck hole again. Suddenly her upper chest became mottled like she had the measles, she arched her back and shook and then it happened, a gush of fluid poured from her pussy. "Damn!" whispered Sam as she collapsed back onto the hay. We looked at each other, the expression of surprise clearly written on our faces. There was no need to act cool or any other bullshit, for what we had witnessed was unexpected and incredibly beautiful. I had to taste her. She had a heady aroma from being aroused all day and I wallowed my face in between her pouting labia. The favor was familiar, yet better than any time before. The quantity surprised me too. I literally drank from her dripping wet cunt. Didn't matter at all if some if not most of it was Sam's cum, I still dream about that moment when I gulped her copious fluids. By the time I pulled my face from her pussy, I too was drunk with fuck lust. Sitting upright, I scooted up between her legs with my knees tucked up under her thighs. Grasping my stiff pecker, I slid the head up and down her heavenly slit and toying with her clit with the tip of my dick. I gestured to Sam. He understood and descended upon her left tit, causing her to gasp a little as he gnawed her nipple. Soon she was begging me to put my dick into her. Nestling into the maw of her carnal temple I took great delight in watching her pussy lips caress the head of my cock. Jabbing her hips, she was trying to drive my cock into her, but I anticipated each thrust. The result was that it appeared that the lips of her pussy were kissing my cock. Finally after teasing her for a long time, I gave her what she wanted, what she craved, but not all of it, just a few inches at the most. Sam had just about wrecked her left nipple and had moved on the right when I first penetrated her. The first time in I felt the bump on the fore-wall of her cunt, so there was no problem judging the depth for maximum effect. Slowly, ever so slowly, I moved in and out, fucking her with deliberate shallow strokes, ten at a time, followed by a sudden and hard thrust deep, where I ground into her clit with my pubic bone. After thirty seconds or so of grinding into her clit, I withdrew slowly to resume my slow, shallow fuck until I thrust ten times, then I rammed her again and mashed into her clit. She didn't last long, four maybe five cycles and I saw the measles-like blush return to her chest. Katie gave a guttural cry and punched up her hips, destroying my rhythm. No matter, my object was to get her off and she got off spectacularly, thrashing around, fucking me violently until she stiffened rigidly and literally quaked. Her cuntal spasms were so powerful that it reminded me of the night before when it felt like Mom's pussy was going to bite my dick off! I survived with my organ intact and with my balls drenched with her dew. Sam was ready to go again, so I yielded her still clasping cunt to him, pushing her thighs to remove her from my dick. Rolling her onto her stomach, I made her get up on her knees. Sam and I explored her up thrust globes for a few minutes before I signaled him to back away. "Owwww!" she squealed as my hand slapped into her buttocks. Immediately my handprint appeared in crimson, complete with the outline of all five fingers. "You've been a naughty girl, Katie," I hissed. "You're a slut and sluts are naughty girls. You've let nasty boys stick their dicks into your pussy, let nasty boys shoot their baby making cream up your slutty cunt, sucked their nasty dicks and drank their spermy cum. For being a nasty little slut, I'm going to have to spank you. Understand slut? I'm gonna spank you. Spank your ass, then fuck your slut pussy again." SMACK! "Owwwwww!" "What are you, Katie?" "I, I , I'm a slut!" SMACK! "Owwwwww!" "Whose slut are you?" "Yours Travis, yours. I'm your slut, I..." SMACK "Owwwww!" "Now spread your butt cheeks, slut! Spread'em, spread'em wide." Katie reached back and spread herself open to Sam and me, her delicate brown star winking at us as her muscles randomly contracted as a result of the spanking. "You wanna taste?" "You kidding?" "No, she tastes good. Go on, lick her." "Fuck no, man!" I put my face between her spread ass cheeks and licked up the open crevasse. She was very clean, musky but clean and not offensive at all. "Oh, fuckin' gross!" exclaimed Sam. Looking back at him I declared, "Don't knock it if ya ain't tried it!" Then I returned my attention to analingus. I concentrated my main attention on licking around and over her asshole, flickering my pointed tongue across her, licking around at the edges. I had never done anything like this before, but Dad did it to Katie's mom last night before buggering her. Miss Linda liked it and I figured I'd give it a try. Katie was squirming around, apparently enjoying the attention her anus was getting. Sam just stood there in shock and I suppose disgust. Somewhat annoyed I told him, "Dude, don't just stand there playing with yourself! Give the lady something to chew on." His eyes brightened as the light went on in his occasionally thick skull. Sam came around and nuzzled his stiff dick in her face. Even blindfolded, she had no problem attaching her mouth to his dick and began swallowing his cock. I was wallowing my face in her butt, alternately licking her cunt and licking her ass, occasionally thrusting my tongue into her anus. My tongue grew tired and I pulled back, considering my next move. The next move I figured, involved shoving my cock into her, but which hole should take my pleasure with? I moved behind her and placed my cock to her anus and gently bumped into her, then I moved my cock to slide between her legs before teasing her cuntal lips with my glans. I moved back to tease her butt and then teased her pussy. I know what she expected after the ass licking, but that's not what she got. Forcefully, I rammed my cock into her cunt, knocking her forward and began screwing the hell out of her. Chapter 9 Katie gets gangbanged and learns the family secret... Blindfolded, Katie was up on all fours on the makeshift hay-bale bed, her cum-oozing pussy lips swollen and pronounced. I mounted her again. My dick slipped easily into the hot wet folds of her pussy once again, this time for a fairly energetic doggie-style screwing. I pounded her a good five minutes before I switched off with Sam, letting him fuck her cunt while she sucked my dick. Then we switched back. Leisurely doing the old in-and-out, I was listening to the lurid smacking sounds of her cum laden pussy sucking at my dick when I heard the crunching of gravel underneath the tires of an approaching vehicle. I nodded to Sam that our guests had arrived. I think he was somewhat relieved, as Katie was really working over his flagging organ, trying to get it up for another fuck. "Listen up, slut! Hear that! They're here! Our friends are here to fuck you!" Katie froze, straining to make out the sounds. The crunching noise stopped. A car door slammed, then another and another and another. Katie's pussy quivered on my dick. Twice more the sound of car doors slamming filled the air. Katie moaned. Her cunt clamped down on my cock, as she came in anticipation of the debauchery ahead. "That's it cunt, cum... cum on my dick!" I growled as I continued to slowly screw her from behind. "Yeah, they're coming to fuck you, slut. They're coming to stick their dicks up your pussy, up your ass, and in your mouth. Ugh...you like the very thought of it, don't you? Yeah, baby, they're going to ravish your pussy, and make you feel... oh, so goooood. After today, everyone in Indian Creek will know what a cock loving slut you are." The barn door opened. Sam went white as a ghost as the hulking figure of Gib Tate, Katie's dad, strode silently into the barn. A moment later Gib was followed by Sam's dad, Joe Hollis and then my dad. Sam's mouth hung open while his bladder involuntarily let go. Unaware that he was pissing on his foot, he tried to speak, to warn me. I put my finger to my lips for him to remain silent as Katie's dad, stonily silent, stood right behind me. Sam started to speak again and I gave him the look that meant "shut-the-fuck-up". His panic-filled eyes shifted from Katie's dad to his dad to my dad, back to his dad and Katie's dad and back to me. To acknowledge that I knew who was there, I looked behind me and then back to Sam, all the while screwing Katie while our dads watched. Gib licked his lips, put his finger to lips to insure Sam's continued silence, and began unbuttoning his shirt. Dad unbuckled his belt and Sam's dad removed his shoes. Sam silently mouthed, "Holy fucking shit!" as he slowly realized what was to take place. "They're watching me fuck you, slut," I whispered. "Soon, they'll be fucking you too. Every one of them." Her pussy clamped down on my dick again and she shook, moaning like a sick cat as the pleasurable waves of orgasmic tremors coursed through her young body. The building excitement and squeezing of her cunt around my cock, pushed me to the very brink and then past the point of no return. My long delayed orgasm ripped through me. "I'm cumming, slut, I'm cumming," I spat between my teeth. "I'm gonna shoot my... Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" Together we plunged over the edge into an all-enveloping universe of penultimate pleasure. It seemed to go on and on, each blast as good as the one before. When at last it was over, I was still reeling, holding onto her with a grip that left bruises on her hips, my tingling cock still caressed by the lessening undulations of her sweet, sweet cunt as my cock wilted to flaccidity. Gradually my normal senses began to return. I remember thinking that Uncle Jake was right about generating an intense orgasm by holding off as long as possible before allowing the release of your seed. "Fuck," I muttered between short breaths before rudely pushing her ass to one side, letting her flop ungracefully onto her back, exposed and vulnerable, her splayed pussy leaking cum, the very vision of the total slut. Catching my breath I hoarsely whispered, "What do you think of my slut, boys? Fuckable, eh what?" The three nude older men nodded their heads in approval, their mature cocks jutting like lances at the ready. I looked back at Sam to gauge his reaction, no longer panicked, he was grinning ear to ear, his cock stiff and ready too. I moved up closer to her still blindfolded face to whisper loudly so that all could hear. "My friends are looking at you, slut. Looking at you naked, fresh from a fuck, dribbling my spunk from your slut pussy. They like what they see. They're eager to fuck their dicks into you, cum inside you, and then fuck you again... Is that what you want?" Katie nodded in agreement. "What are you, Katie?" "I'm a slut," she whispered. "That's right, you're a slut. And what are sluts good for?" "Fucking," she said barely audible. "That's right. Sluts are good for fucking. Now tell all my friends what you want them to do to you?" "Fuck me." "All of them?" Katie shook her head, 'yes'. "Okay, they'll all take turns fucking you. Now be a good girl and show them what a slut you are. Go on, play with yourself. Get yourself ready for a fucking." Katie lewdly spread herself out to her unseen lovers, pulling on her tits, twiddling her dripping twat. Suddenly she stopped. She cocked her head listening, listening to the dead silence that filled the barn. You could tell she was confused, doubtful, doubtful that anyone was there at all. Her hand went to the blindfold and I stopped her. "Leave it on until I tell you to take it off." "But... Travis, nobody's here. You big faker!" Suddenly ten hands were on her, roaming at will across the bare skin of her nubile body. "Oh, my god," she squealed. Katie tried to count the hands, but with the constant movement she couldn't keep track of them. As far as she knew, it could have been twenty hands. Gib's right hand was cupping her pussy, squeezing the sperm out her to rub into her skin, while his left explored her tits in competition with the other eight hands. Gib motioned for me to grab a leg. Without prompting, Dad grabbed her other leg while Joe Hollis grabbed her by a wrist. Gib motioned to Sam to take her other wrist, but he just looked about with the stupidest expression I've ever seen, and I had seen some dumb looks on his face. "Get her by the wrist, Sam!" I blurted. By some miracle, Sam got it and the four of us held her spread out on the hay bed. Again Gib silently motioned for us to give her some slack. With her pussy wide open and completely vulnerable, I began the spiel that I had been practicing all day. "Look at you, Katie! You're all spread out to be fucked by a gang of guys. You're a naughty girl, aren't you slut? Naughty, naughty, naughty! What would your daddy think if he saw you now? He'd think you're a naughty slut. You know, Katie, I think he'd spank you. In fact I know he'd spank you. Well, you are a naughty slut, so before we all fuck you, you need to be punished." At my nod, signaling the end of my contrived speech, Gib's open hand landed smack upon her pussy with a 'SLAP' that made me wince. Katie screamed in pain as soon as he made contact. She jerked violently, nearly ripping her flailing leg from my hand in the process. 'SLAP!' Katie hollered again. "Stop! Oh, please stop!" SLAP! "Owwww! Plaeeese! Don't..." SLAP! “Ohhhh!” ‘SLAP’ “Please gawd!” ‘SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!’ I cringed with each loud report announcing the contact of wet pussy flesh and her father's hand. It hurt. It had to hurt. Katie fought fruitlessly against the four of us holding her in bondage. She twisted and bucked, kicked her legs and tried her best to protect herself, but the pussy spanking went on with her pussy lips taking on a bright reddish glow. Gib paced and measured blows became a blur of gentle slapping. Her clit poked out from between her labia and was being assaulted directly. He wasn't really hitting her hard, but the wetness pouring from her cunt amplified the sound of each blow. She squirmed and struggled, crying and moaning with her nipples sticking straight up. Her stomach began to undulate and her upper body took on the color of her abused vulva. I'd seen that before, when she was really turned on and about to cum. Still blindfolded, I couldn’t see her eyes, but I knew that they were now scrunched up tightly shut. Gib stopped the spanking and held up his wet hand for all to see. Then he grasped her elongated clit between two fingers and squeezed. Katie made an odd squeaking sound. Her hip punched skyward as she arched her back. To my astonishment, juice shot from her pulsating cunt and into her father's hand to drip uselessly upon the blanket. Gib let go of her clit. Waiting for her orgasm to ebb, Gib lapped greedily at the girly sauce covering his hand. Smearing the rest of his daughter's moisture on his hairy chest, Gib moved up on top of her. Brushing against her as he positioned himself, Katie knew that whoever it was, he was enormous. "Oh god!" she squeaked as her father positioned himself in the traditional manner proscribed by Christian missionaries. Gib aimed his cock and lunged into his youngest daughter. "Ohhhhh!" she gasped as the large-bore cock stretched and filled her vagina. Gib Tate fucked his daughter a good fifteen minutes in a straight fucking, never varying his position, but constantly varying the manner in which he thrust into her. In her already highly aroused state, the fires of passion exploded within her like a wildfire crowning through the tops of a doomed forest. The desire-fueled fire raged unchecked as she started cumming and cumming and cumming. After a long hard fuck, Gib's expression turned from gleeful lust to lustful agony as he buried himself deeply to cum directly in his youngest daughter's wildly spasmodic womb. Collapsing on the lust-crazed girl, he almost crushed her with his massive bulk. She was wiggling around helpless under him when Dad and Mr. Holis lifted him up enough so that she could catch a breath. Regaining enough of his senses, Gib lifted himself up and off her prone body, his big dick making a lurid sound, like a wet "plop", as he pulled still semi-hard from her clasping snatch. Gib slid up her body until he had his semi-erect cock in her face. Upon brushing her lips with his still dripping dick, she opened up and he stuck it in all the way. His massive body began thrusting again, this time fucking her throat. Dad climbed on board, holding his weight off with his arms as he slid effortlessly into her drooling snatch. In the position he was in, Gib's fleshy haunches slapped up against Dad's chest as they both fucked her. I thought it might have been a little too much for her, but they way she was humping her hips, meeting each and everyone of Dad's thrusts, I knew that she was having a grand time. Dad was demanding to say the least, but having said that, he was also thoughtful and considerate. I know he could have lasted a long, long time, but after a few minutes, he moved off her and shoved Gib to get him off and let Sam's dad have a go at her. Joe, Mr. Holis, rolled her over and lifted Katie by the hips. He was straddling her in a crouched position and as soon as she had her knees under her, he was fucking her, thrusting downward while at the same time lifting her hips and pulling her into his groin. Dad and Gib Tate then got into a little competition. Each had his cock in her face and each tried to get her to blow him. Katie quickly resolved the dilemma of which dick to suck, by sucking on one while the other was pressed to her face, then gobbling down the other, switching dicks every ten to fifteen seconds. Joe started grimacing and grunting, sounding just like Sam does. He was shooting in her, that for sure. Mr. Holis motioned for Sam to come over. Pulling out, he offered Katie's upturned bottom to his son to fuck. Sam, as unimaginative as ever, fucked her doggie- style again. Mr. Holis grabbed Sam's hand, put it to her anus and rubbed Sam's hand into her. The light bulb went on again, and soon he was fingering her ass as he fucked her, something I knew she enjoyed. As good an effort as Sam was making, he still didn't have much control and sooner than I expected he was grimacing and grunting like his old man. It was my turn, but rather than fucking her, I opted for a grand cream pie and dove in between her legs for a creamy snack. By this time her cunt was red and swollen, overflowing with multiple loads of creame-de-la-sperm sauce. She tasted great. The mixture of female and male sex secretions was a nasty taste-treat delight, one that henceforth I was addicted to. I came to consider myself a connoisseur of dripping cunts, and rarely passed up an opportunity to give a freshly fucked girl a good oral workover. A service, I might add, that delighted the cream-filled girl and ensured future encores. I latched onto her like a sucker catfish attaches itself to the glass side of an aquarium. The way her hot pussy pulsated on my lips as soon as contact was made, I knew she had been on a continuous orgasmic plateau since I had last fucked her. She was crazed and babbled incoherently whenever a cock wasn't shoved in her mouth. The psychological floodgates of nymphomania had been forever opened and she would never be the same. I didn't know that at the time, only through the years do I know it to be true. Nonetheless, I had never seen her in such a state of total slutdom before, including the pool party when she was first gang banged. Needing to give my tongue and cheeks a rest, I decided it was time for a change of pace. I requested and received a handy tube of KY Jelly. Then as I greased up my pecker, I requested assistance in holding her legs such that her butt rotated upwards. Gib's face was right at my pecker as I placed it against her anus. Dad got in close for a good view as well and Sam, well, he somehow got his head in to watch too. I pushed and her butthole sprung open on cue allowing me entrance into her ass. Sam gasped, "Oh my god!" Then he sated the obvious, "His dick's in her ass!" I'd sodomized her countless times since we began screwing several months ago. It was her fuck-de-choice even after I ripped her hymen away. I knew from experience just how fast to take it. Just from the feel of her rectum around my cock, I knew how fast I could thrust and how deep. Soon she was loosened up, my dick effortlessly gliding in and out of her now gapping hole. Gib had the honors of tweaking her clit and Dad the honor of finger fucking her while I had my pleasure. Meanwhile, Sam and his dad put in their entries for the double-dick-sucking event. The feel of her gut churning around my cock as wave after wave of orgasmic contractions wracked her was a sublime experience in and of itself, one which I grew to appreciate and lust after through the years. There was no sense in holding back my building orgasm, as it would have been impossible to experience a repeat of my earlier other-worldly sexual ecstasy. Like Uncle Jake said, "There is a certain quality to quantity." My new priority was getting my nuts off as much as possible. I let it rip, fucking her ass through my orgasm until my wilting fuckwand folded in half. Dad handed me a Handy-Wipe to clean off my dick. I was thankful that he had thought to bring a pack of this handy item, because that meant I could fuck her pussy again. That was another thing Uncle Jake had told me, "After you fuck a girl in the butt, don't stick your dirty dick in her cunt or her mouth until you clean your dick good. You'll give her one hell of an infection if you stick her with a dirty dick. No sense at all in putting a perfectly good pussy out of service just because you're stupid!" Made good sense to me and I had followed that advice religiously. Big ole Gib was now on his back, guiding his Katie to climb on top of him. Still blindfolded, Katie laid on the kisses to his mouth, neck, pectorals, nipples and hairy belly, feeling him up like she'd been felt up. She toyed with his cock and bull-like testicles, sensing with her hands what she couldn't see with her eyes. "Nice dick," hissed the young slut as she kissed the bulging glans of her father's large cock. She was nibbling up and down Gib's vein-streaked stalk when Dad put it to her pussy again, fucking her as she bent over sucking her old man. Gib was patient, allowing her to orally lave his genitalia while his best buddy fucked his daughter. By the expression on his face it was obvious that Gib was enjoying every minute of it. Dad spat out a string of unintelligible words as he screwed her, working up quite a sweat doing her. The only word I understood was a clearly spoken "fuck" that flew from his mouth with a quantity of spittle just as he threw his head back and slammed deep into her pussy, knocking her forward and away from her daddy's dick. Dad ground his groin into her as his seed flooded her vaginal cavity. She fell forward onto Gib, and as she did, pulled Dad's dick from her cunt. He was still ejaculating, his cum practically flew halfway across the barn, landing in Gib's face as well as up her entire back. When that glob of Dad's spunk glopped onto Gib's face, I thought that there might be trouble, but Gib got the giggles and struggled mightily not to burst out laughing. If he laughed out loud, it was certain that Katie would have figured out who he was. Gaining the upper hand on himself, Gib scooped the glob from his face and put it to Katie's lips. She licked it from his fingers and he kissed her. Poor Sam. When he saw this, his jaw dropped. Gib pulled her forward and pushed her upright straddling him. Katie reached below her, found his bulging cock and directed her pussy to his awaiting glans. She sank down, taking the entire length of his thick cock in her. Rising and falling, she fucked herself on her daddy's cock. Meanwhile Joe Holis stood straddling Gib; a few brushes of his prick across her face and she was latched onto the offered organ. Apparently Gib was in a playful mood, reaching up to goose Joe in the butt. Joe jerked away, but in order to stay in position, he had to remain vulnerable to Gib's poking. Joe danced and swatted at Gib's probing hand. Dad was cracking up at the antics and even Sam found it more humorous than shocking. Finally it was too much for Joe and he pulled his cock from her mouth and moved off, giving Gib a playful kick in side as he retreated. Gib grabbed her by the nipples and pulled her down on him, taking over the responsibility of fuck thrusting into her cunt. Dad greased his pecker with the KY and mounted her. "Oh my god!" whimpered Katie as Dad ran his dick up her butt. Now it was my turn to join Sam to drop my jaw in shock and awe. I never imagined that two guys could actually fuck a girl simultaneously. Seems entirely reasonable now, but I had never imagined it before. Katie didn't either, but she was getting her first double-dicking, and the way her mouth hung open, it must have been an incredible experience for her. Good thing I had loosened her up good because Dad was really putting it to her ass from the get-go. The threesome moved fluidly as one, something Sam and I later discovered took a lot of practice. After about ten minutes of this, Dad grimaced and grunted, signaling that he was off-loading a batch of doomed swimmers up her rectum. Freed from a cock up the wazoo, Katie rose up on her hands and resumed vigorously fucking her daddy. Gib grabbed her hips to stop her motion. Pushing her upward, his glistening cock emerged from her cunt and he repositioned the head at her gapping asshole. Katie impaled herself with a grunt, paused for a moment and resumed fucking her dad. Once again, Gib pulled her toward him by the nipples about halfway down. She continued fucking him. Reaching for her face, Gib pushed the blindfold up and off her head. Katie continued fucking him. After a long minute, she slowed down, then stopped. The face before her slowly began to register on her fevered brain. "Daddy?" she said tentatively, unsure of what and who she was seeing. Katie looked around the barn blinking, adjusting to the deep shaded interior light that was so very bright to her. She stared at me and then down at her dad. Looking up, she saw my dad, Sam's dad and Sam. She looked back down into the smiling face of her old man. A salacious moan bubbled from her lips, her eyes rolled up in into the back of her head and she began to tremble, liquid love flowing from her pussy to drench her father's crotch as she shuddered in climax. She lay motionless on her father, his cock firmly embedded in the ass of his daughter. For a long time they stayed coupled. Every so often Gib would gently move his hips, sliding his cock inside her just enough to stay hard. Katie finally raised her head from his chest, smiled lovingly at him, and sighed. Her hips began to move again, fucking his cock into her ass. She rose up on her hands, smiling broadly while they screwed. Breathlessly she uttered, "Love you, Daddy; love you. You're the best daddy in the whole world!" Gib stopped her motion. "Turn around, Baby. Face the other way." Katie turned, rotating on her father's cock to face away from him. She started to fuck him again, but his big hands grasped her by the shoulders and pulled her backward. Gib's hands went to her breasts as her softly spoke into her ear, "Spread your legs, Baby. Spread your legs like a slut. Yeah, that's it, Baby. They're all going to fuck you now, each and every one of them. Who first? Huh? Sam? Mr. Bill? Mr. Joe? I know, your boyfriend." Gib turned to me and ordered, "Travis, she's your girlfriend, you fuck her first." "Sure thing, Mr. Gib!" I replied enthusiastically, eager to try something new, eager to try something so totally wicked as to fuck a girl with her father's dick stuck up her shitter, eager to fuck her no matter what the circumstances were. I climbed on board, taking some time to figure out how to position my legs between her legs and around her dad's tree-trunk like legs. Gib was still playing with her tits as I lay forward supporting my weight with my arms. She reached up and drew my lips to hers, our tongues dancing and darting together. Breaking off the kiss momentarily, she whispered, "Fuck me, Travis. Fuck me, darling." By this time her cunt was so engorged that it seemed to be turned inside out, and I suppose it actually was. My cock found the hot wet flesh of her inverted pussy and I pushed at the welcoming hole of her over-heated cock socket. "Damn!" I muttered as I forced my way in. I was expecting her to be fairly loose, but she was incredibly tight, what with her daddy's big dick stuffed up her ass. I started fucking into her, forcing my dick deep into her unbelievably restricted pussy with each inward stroke and stretching my dick each time I pulled back. I did that a dozen times or so until Gib hissed at me, "Be still, boy." I stopped deeply rooted in her. I gasped as I felt his cock began to move within her. There was a rippling effect on the underside of my cock as Gib's substantial meat traveled through her rectum. The feeling was absolutely incredible. Gib stopped buried in her ass. He hissed at me, "Fuck her, boy, fuck her." I obeyed my instructions to the best of my ability. Soon we had a rhythm going and we alternated thrusting. To my surprise, I felt a finger slide up my ass. Dad came in palm down and I felt him pressing into my prostate. I was about to learn something new as he forced me to cum sooner than I would have otherwise. Spent, I withdrew, yielding my girlfriend's pussy to my father. He and Gib had no trouble at all getting into a rhythm. I figured that what was good for goose... and ran a greased finger up my dad's ass, finger fucking him like he was girl or something. Dad let out a yelp and Joe Holis intervened for him. "You a queer boy or something?" Joe asked incredulously. I froze, my finger up my dad's ass, the words tearing into my soul, after all, what in the hell WAS I doing? "Turn your hand around, palm down. Now feel that bump?" I felt around and found it. I shook my head. "That's his prostate. Rub it. Don't fuck him for Christ's sake!" Dad was back to humping and I struggled to keep the pad of my index finger on the right spot. I guess I did it right as I felt the bump contract, and Dad groaned in pleasure. I stood back waiting for Dad to tan my hide, or worse, but he simply handed me a Handy-Wipe and said, "You learn pretty quick." Dad and I were cleaning up as Sam took up position. He looked around nervously, expecting a proctology exam. Pushing in, he exclaimed, "Damn! I can hardly get it in!" He struggled a bit until Gib told him to just stay still. Sam gasped "Oh, fuck!" as he felt through her vaginal wall Gib's large cock sliding along the underside of his dick. He didn't need a helping hand to get off. Joe was next, but he couldn't get it up. Dad came to the rescue. He whispered something to Katie and then lay next to Gib. Struggling, she tried to get up. I valiantly offered my assistance and helped her up. She pulled off her daddy's dick and sat down on my dad's dick. I was amazed at Dad's ability to get it up. Then I realized that standing around, he had remained hard, even after cumming. That's when I noticed the cock ring around the base of Dad's dick and balls. Gib was cleaning his dick off while Dad fucked her ass. I looked. He too had a strap of some sort tied securely around the base of his cock. "Damn!" I muttered, discovering a secret of marathon fucking. Katie was again on her back, spread out, my dad underneath her, his dick up her ass. Her father stood before her, stroking his cock, coating it with fuck grease. "I'm gonna fuck you now, Katie," he said calmly. "Do you want me to fuck your pussy?" "Yes, Daddy," she whispered. "What do you want your daddy to do?" "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!" "You fuckin' lil' slut! Guess you’re going to go to hell with the rest of us, " he hissed as his lips curled up into a grin. "Okay baby, your daddy's gonna fuck you." Her old man certainly had staying power. They were fucking for at least fifteen minutes before Joe told me to help her dad out. Naturally I was somewhat hesitant to stick a finger up someone as big as Gib Tate, but with Joe's prodding, I did just that. It took some effort just to dig between the massive butt cheeks to get even close, then the jungle of hair made it all the more difficult, such that by the time I did find the back door, most of the lube I had on my finger was gone, making it all the more difficult to stick it up him. I managed, expecting Gib to come up swinging, but he just grunted until I dug around enough to find his joy button. He didn't last too much longer after that, bellowing like a wounded bull as he shook from the effects of a massive orgasm. As soon as I could, I backed away, prepared to run like hell, lest his temperament became detrimental to my continued good heath. Gib slowly dismounted. Standing he approached me. I wanted to run, but he just grinned blissfully, tousling my hair. "Come give me a hand, boy," he said turning and trudging outdoors. I followed and we retrieved an ice chest of beer from the back of Dad's Suburban. Joe Holis was fucking my slut girlfriend when we returned. Gib reached into the ice and water, retrieving three beers. He handed one to me and one to Sam, saving the third for himself. Raising his eyebrows, he put on an exaggerated mischievous expression and grabbed Joe between the legs with his cold, wet hand. Joe jumped what seemed to be a foot in the air. "Oh, fuck! You son-of-bitch!" Gib roared in laughter, then slapped Joe on the butt. "Stop it, damn you!" protested Joe. "Hurry up, Joe," said Gib. "I think she's had enough for now." "Let me get my rocks off will ya?" hissed Joe. "Sure thing, Joe. "Sam, hand me the KY." "Not with that banana finger! Let Travis do it." "Boy, you heard the man. Help him out." By now I was becoming something of an expert at this and I had no problem finding my target. A minute later, Joe was done. Dad and Joe left Katie lying on the hay bed, her arms and legs arranged haphazardly, as if she were a rag doll unceremoniously dumped into a toy box. Gib handed Dad and Joe each a cold brew. "Sorry to rush you Joe, but she was passed out," apologized Gib. "Yeah, I could tell." "Why didn't you get off of her?" "Why didn't you? She was out when you were screwing her, Gib." "Yeah, I guess... Fuck it. It's break time anyway. When she comes to, maybe we'll have some more fun with her." We sat around drinking beer, waiting for some sign of life from Katie. We all studied, and prodded her, discussing the size of her tits, the color of her nipples, the firmness of her ass, as well as the quality of her snatch and her enthusiastic participation in her debasement. It was fun sitting around drinking beer with Dad and his buddies, listening to their crude jokes and what not. It was the first time Sam or I had drank a beer with our dads. Naturally the conversation revolved around sex. I learned that the finger trick worked because it is the prostate that controls a man's orgasm. I also learned that the cock rings that Dad and Gib used, trapped the blood in their cock, maintaining a hard erection even after ejaculating. Dad told me I could find one in his bed stand and to try it out sometimes. We had a second beer, discussing the relative merits of Becky's pussy and Leanne's pussy, even though Sam didn't have any intimate knowledge of either. His remarks were mostly confined to the size of Leanne's tits. Katie never stirred. She was out cold, as well she should have been, sleeping a deep sleep brought on by an overload of endorphins. Gib finally declared that Katie was through for day and that the party was over. "C'mon, Bill, let's take her home. "Travis, put the ice chest in the back of your dad's truck." Dad was pulling on his pants and boots while I took the ice chest out. Gib lovingly picked up his fucked-out daughter and carried her to Dad's truck, leaving his clothes in a pile and leaving her clothes in Sam's car. I went back to get my own clothes and heard them drive off with her. Once Sam and his dad were both dressed, Joe told Sam to go wait in the car for him. As soon as we heard the car door slam shut, Joe pulled me to the far side of the barn. "Travis, you did a fine job preparing Katie for today. A fine job indeed." "Thanks, but I didn't really do anything." "Sure you did. You got her to want sex, crave sex, love sex. That's a tricky thing and you did it very well." "Sure, okay... if you say so." "I do say so... I want to ask you to do me a favor." "Sure." "You know Penny." Penny was Sam's little sister. "Yeah." "She's ripening up quite nicely. What I'm proposing is for you to date her. You know, show her attention, tell her how pretty she is, how sexy you find her." "Are you saying...?" "I'm saying she needs some guidance, some... training. I thought of Sam, but he's not... well, I, I just think that the first time should be with someone other than close family. It'd be easier. No chance of scaring her." Penny was an attractive girl, at thirteen maybe a bit young, but she was attractive and I had noticed how she had suddenly began filling out, losing her girlish figure. "Sure. When do you want me to start?" "Anytime. That's up to you." He winked at me and shook my hand. In stunned disbelief I watched him leave the barn. He wanted me to train his little girl like I trained Katie? Sure! Why not! I wanted to go thank him for his confidence in me, when I heard Sam's car start and then back out. Oh well, I could thank him another day I suppose. I put away the Spiderman blanket and neatly placed Gib's clothes and my dad's shirt in a pile on the bales of hay. I gathered up the trash into one pile, so that I could pick it up later. I wasn't sure what to do the remains of the tube of KY; leave here for future use or take it home? I figured Katie and I probably wouldn't be using the barn to screw anymore, so I put it in my pocket, knowing that it might come in handy at home with Leanne.

My not so bright stepsister by Vanessa Evans Part 02 I was convinced that I was having a wet dream but woke up to find Eva sucking my shrinking cock. “I hope that you don’t mind Luke, but you were all hard and I couldn’t resist sucking you and you gave me your sperm in my mouth again. Why were you hard when you were asleep?” “It’s called a ‘Morning Woody’ Eva. I have no idea why but lots of men wake up with a hard-on. Maybe it’s the men dreaming about you being in bed with them.” “Do men really dream about girls, whenever I have a dream it’s always about something weird.” “Maybe that now you are having sex you’ll have nice sexy dreams.” “That will be nice, are you going to fuck me now Luke?” “No, but I have a free day today so maybe later. Maybe we should go for a walk, let you find your way around the area, do you even know where you are?” “At your house Luke.” “No, I mean the house number and the street name, even the city.” “No.” “Well we need to put that right, sorry Eva, but you are going to have to put some clothes on later but we won’t be out long so you can strip off as soon as we get back.” “Can’t I go out like this?” “I wish, there should be a law that says all young women can be naked wherever they want.” “I’d like that.” Eva replied, then added, “Can you eat me out before we get up please?” What could I say. Thirty or so minutes later we went to the bathroom. Eva went straight to the toilet for a pee and a poo and wasn’t at all shy about me standing at the sink shaving. In fact she asked me if I would shave her again and was disappointed when I told her that she didn’t need it, that she needed the practice and that I would happily help her by rubbing the shaving cream all over her pussy. Eva’s expression changed from disappointment to happiness in a couple of seconds. Whilst I was making Eva cum in the shower using my fingers I told her that I wanted to make sure that she knew how to make herself cum. “Why,” Eva asked, “you’ll be here to do it for me.” “Not all the time, I have to go to lectures and classes most days.” “Oh, I forgot about those.” “So I want us to have a play later and make sure that you can pleasure yourself with your fingers. We’ll move on to dildos and vibrators later.” “I’ve heard of dildos and vibrators but what the girls at school were saying sounded so silly that I ignored them.” “Well maybe you should have listened to those girls, but one step at a time, when we get back from our walk we’ll have a bit of fun.” “Can we do it before we go for our walk?” “No Eva, if we do we’ll never go for a walk and it’s important that you get some local knowledge.” “I suppose so.” We finished in the bathroom and went to get dressed. Eva again asking me what she should wear. Needless to say that I picked the shortest of the 2 skirt options, a thin, floaty one and a thin cotton tank top. No bra or knickers of course, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to offer to buy her some when we were out. When we went downstairs I discovered that Liam and Jackson had already left so out we went. I immediately discovered that it was a bit windy and I looked at Eva’s skirt and saw that it was dancing about. I imagined the possibility of it blowing up and maybe even inverting but I said nothing. Hey, I’m a young man who appreciates the sight of girls flashing their goodies and Eva wasn’t actually my girlfriend so what do you expect? Even we he were an item I doubt that I would have suggested that she goes back and changes. As we walked Eva held onto my arm and told me that her pussy was getting tickled by the wind. “Is it nice?” I asked. “Oh yes.” We walked around and then into town, me pointing out the things and places that she might need. I realised that we hadn’t had any breakfast so I took her to a fast food place for a burger. Eva hadn’t been to one of those since she was a little girl and she was excited as a little kid. After taking ages to decide what she wanted we went and sat down, Eva picking a table where she could watch everything that was going on. What I’m sure she didn’t realise was that with her back to the wall, there being no table cloths hanging down the sides of the tables, and her sitting with her knees wide apart, there was a good chance that anyone sitting close by or even walking by would be able to see her bare slit, everyone in the place, and half the town already have seen her beefy nipples making bulges in her cotton tank top. I was loving that she was so exposed and that she didn’t even realise. After brunch I took Eva to the university because she wanted to see where I had classes and lectures but to get there we had to cross some open areas where quite a few students congregate and it was quite windy there. The wind seemed to be attracted to her skirt and I just wished that I could see what the people around us were seeing. At one point her skirt was blown out parallel to the ground and I knew that her butt and pussy were visible. I looked around and saw a handful of students staring at her. I smiled. Inside we walked round with me pointing out the different rooms that I went in and at one point Eva said, “I wish that I could go to university Luke but I’m just not clever enough.” Eva was looking a bit down so I replied, “Eva, there are a lot of very smart people who don’t go to university and a lot of people at university who shouldn’t be there. University isn’t for everyone and you have realised that it isn’t for you. That doesn’t mean that you are thick or stupid. It just means that you are, or will excel in something else. I don’t know you well enough yet to know what your specialist area is, but one thing that you are really good at is sex.” “How can you say that Luke, we haven’t fucked yet.” “But we have done other things and you are brilliant at them and I just know that you will be really good at fucking.” “You think so?” “I know so, so forget about wanting to go to university and just bide your time, something will come along, trust me.” “I do Luke. Okay, so when are we going to fuck?” “Soon Eva, soon.” On the way back to the house Eva had more exposure courtesy of the wind, All of which I missed but quite a few other people didn’t miss the show. We stopped at a supermarket where I bought the food that the house needed, and some things for Eva needed including a full shaving set. Back at the house Eva wanted to take her clothes off before we put the groceries away and who was I to ignore that request. That job finished Eva grabbed my hand and put it on her pussy. “Do I need a shave yet Luke?” “No Eva, but you are very wet down there..” “I know, I can feel it but I don’t know why, I don’t think that I’ve peed myself.” “No you haven’t Eva, is your pussy tingling?” “Tons.” “You’re all wet because you are aroused and your vagina is producing lots and lots of lubrication. I guess that you really enjoyed going out in a short skirt with no knickers and your skirt blowing up a lot.” “Was it, I didn’t know, I sort of felt like I was naked below my waist as soon as I went outside and the wind tickled my pussy but I though that my skirt covered me.” “It did most of the time but the wind kept blowing your skirt up.” “Oh, I never knew, oh well, I hope that people liked what they saw.” “With a body like yours and your bald pussy I’m sure that everyone enjoyed what they saw Eva. Does it bother you that people were seeing your butt and slit?” “No, should it?” “No, it’s just that some girls are very shy and would want to die if someone saw their butt and pussy.” “That’s silly.” “I know, but that’s the way that it is. “So my pussy got wet because it saw people looking at it?” “Something like that Eva.” “Maybe I should go out in that skirt more often, I certainly felt good.” “I’m sure that you will get plenty of opportunities to go outside wearing skirts like that.” “Maybe we should take advantage of you being so aroused and wet Eva.” “What do you mean Luke?” I didn’t remove my hand, instead I rubbed her pussy until she orgasmed, which didn’t take long. When I commented on her quick orgasm Eva told me that it was probably because she had gone into town dressed the way she was. Then she asked, “Can we go into town every day please?” “Not quite every day Eva, but now what do you think of the idea of you having your first fuck?” “Oh goodie, where do you want me, on the kitchen table?” I smiled and then said, “How about doggie style?” “What’s that, I haven’t seen a dog here and it’s you that I want to fuck me not a dog.” “Relax Eva, a dog isn’t going to fuck you, get down on your hands and knees.” Eva did and was surprised when I leant over her back and she felt my cock at the entrance to her pussy. “You might get a sudden pain Eva. That’s when my cock breaks your hymen, but that pain will go quite quickly and you’ll never get it again. Are you ready?” “Yes Luke just do it. My pussy needs you inside it.” I slowly pushed my cock into Eva’s hole until it felt a little resistance. “Are you ready Eva?” “Oh, I thought that you were all the way in.” “I’m not Eva, brace yourself.” “I haven’t go any braces. Aaaaaarrrrggghhhh. Oh gosh, that feels so nice. Can you take it out and do that again please?” I did. “Oh Luke, that feels sooo nice, can you stay there forever?” I stayed deep inside her for a few seconds then slowly started fucking her. “Oh, oh, that’s, oh, ugh, oh, don’t stop Luke, oh, oh, aaaarrrgh, umph, oh, aaaarrrgggghhh.” As Eva was making all those noises she was getting louder and louder and when her orgasm arrived I could feel my ears vibrating. I kept on fucking her right through her orgasm. Eva went silent for a few of my thrusts then she started again and got louder and louder. With one final scream Eva had a second orgasm and the convulsions of her pussy muscles triggered me to cum. Remembering that she was on the pill I thrust deep inside her, pushing her whole body forwards, and shot my load deep inside her. As I ran dry I reached round to her tits and squeezed her big nipples. Her body shuddered and she moaned. We stayed like that for a few seconds until my cock started to soften then slide out of the no longer, virgin pussy. Just then I heard someone clapping and I looked up. There was Jackson with a big grin on his face. “Nice one Luke.” Jackson said. “Hey.” Eva said when she turned her head. “Did I do that right?” Jackson smiled again then turned and walked out of the kitchen. “Yes Eva,” I replied, “You were perfect.” “Good, did you empty your balls inside me or have you got some more so that we can do it again?” “Not right now Eva, you were so good that I need a rest. I also think that I need to buy some earplugs.” “I can’t hear anything.” I just smiled got to my feet and put my arm out to help her get to her feet. Eva pushed herself up onto her knees and looked at me. Instead of taking my hand she leant forward and took my soft, pussy juice and my cum covered cock into her mouth. As she started sucking she looked up to my face and grinned. I smiled back and let her keep going. Shortly after that Liam walked in, stopped dead in his tracks, absorbed what he was seeing, gave me the thumbs-up then turned and walked out. I wondered if Eva had even seen him but then realised that she would probably have just waved hello to him and kept going. Eva kept going and my cock slowly rose then eventually started pumping my sperm out. This time Eva pulled her head back, looked up at my face, opened her mouth and waited for me to spray her face. “Where did you learn to do that?” I asked as Eva tried to lick what her tongue could reach into her mouth.” “So you did have some more sperm in your balls, learn what?” “To look up to my face when I’m about to cum on your face.” “I don’t know, it just seemed the right thing to do and I wanted to see your face.” “Well it was the perfect thing to do Eva, there’s just one more thing that you could do the next time to make it truly perfect.” “What’s that?” “After you’ve licked all you can get into your mouth, open your mouth and show me how much you’ve got in there before you swallow it.” “Okay, when can I do it again?” I reached down and with both hands and pulled both nipples so that she had to rise to her feet. Grinning, Eva watched me as I told her that it was shower time. As I followed her up the stairs I could see all my cum creeping down the inside of her thighs. The shower was relatively innocent, a few tweaks of nipples, a quick rub or 2 of her clit and her wanking my soft cock a little as she soaped me. We went back downstairs, Eva going and sitting on the Bean Bag that she seemed to have claimed as hers, again with her knees open and her pussy on display. Both Liam and Jackson came down and we all mucked in to get some food ready. We talked as we ate and Eva suddenly said as she tweaked her nipples. “I’m not a virgin any more, Luke fucked me earlier.” “Yes,” Jackson said, “I saw you.” “Oh, I didn’t see you, did you enjoy the show? Luke says that I should get fucked where a lot of people can see me, he says that they would like to watch me.” “I’m sure that they would.” Jackson replied. “And hear you.” Liam added “And you looked as if you give a good blowjob as well Eva.” Jackson added. “You watched that did you? I’m not very good at that, Luke says that I need more practice. Maybe you and Liam could help me with that if Luke isn’t around.” Both Liam and Jackson stopped chewing and looked at me. I nodded and the chewing started again. A few seconds later Jackson said, “Yes, just let us know when Eva, even if you have to disturb us in our rooms.” “Okay.” Eva replied, then continued, “Luke took me into town today and apparently a lot of people saw my bare bum and pussy because my skirt kept flying up in the wind. I didn’t notice because the skirt was so light that I felt I had nothing on all the time.” “That’s a shame.” Liam said. “No, I don’t mind, Luke says that I have a nice body and that I should be proud to show it to anyone.” “Luke knows what he’s talking about Eva. You do have an amazing body and Luke’s right, you shouldn’t be ashamed to show it to anybody.” “I’m not ashamed, I was just a bit disappointed that I didn’t know people were looking at my pussy, the tingling would have been stronger.” “So your pussy was ‘tingling’ just going out without knickers?” Jackson asked.” “And my nipples, and they were all hard, like they are now, do you want to feel them?” Both Liam and Jackson said that they did, at the same time, and they both looked at me again, and I again nodded my head. They got to their feet and went and knelt beside Eva and reached for a nipple each. Both of them went further than just feeling to see if they were hard and they soon had Eva moaning. Liam and Jackson must have thought that they’d pushed their luck too far already and they stopped. “That was nice guys, it made me all tingly, can you do that some more please?” Two male heads turned to face me, I nodded and 2 hands went back to 2 little tits. Eva started moaning again and after a couple of minutes her feet lifted off the floor and her whole body went rigid as an orgasm hit her. Both guys kept going until Eva’s feet found the floor again and she started breathing normally again. “That was nice guys, thank you. Luke has been teaching me to do all sorts, below jobs, eating my pussy and fucking. It’s early days yet and he says that I need a lot of practice but it’s going to be fun learning.” “What about bringing yourself off?” Liam asked. “Yeah, Luke has shown me where my clitoris is and how to rub it, shall I show you?” Liam looked at me, I nodded and Liam replied, “Okay then, you’re on the right seat already so go for it girl.” And Eva did, she spread her legs further apart and her right hand got busy, Eva being totally unconcerned that 3 young men were watching her. “My clit has grown quite a lot lately, it’s got a hood to cover it but every time that I look or touch it it’s sticking out. It’s seems pointless having a hood if it’s never going to cover it.” “Yes it does Eva,” Liam said, “but I like it sticking out, it looks beautiful.” “You do? So should I stop worrying about it?” “I would if I were you Eva.” Liam replied. “Okay, it makes me all tingly when something accidentally touches it.” “Don’t complain Eva, you are a lucky girl having a clit like that.” Liam told Eva. Eva smiled and intensified her rubbing. Orgasm over, Eva let her head fall back and she sighed. “All these orgasm things are wearing me out, I might just go to bed if you don’t mind guys.” “You go and get your beauty sleep Eva.” Liam said, then added, “Remember that it’s party night tomorrow, you’ll need lots of energy for all that dancing.” “I’m not very good at dancing.” Eva said as she got to her feet. “Maybe you should practice in the morning Eva,” I said, “we can put some YouTube videos on and we can teach you how to do pussy thrust.” “What?” Eva asked, I’ve never heard of those.” “Don’t worry, we’ll teach you them tomorrow.” “Okay, goodnight.” All 3 of us watched Eva walk out of the room and up the stairs. “Are you really going to let Eva give us blowjobs Luke?” Liam asked. “Sure, she’s my stepsister not my girlfriend, I have no control over her.” “What about fucking her?” “If that’s what she wants to do.” “Cheers mate.” Liam said. “Have you noticed that she tweaks her nipples a lot?” Jackson asked. “Yes,” I replied, “She does it a lot more that any other girl that I’ve noticed. I don’t think that she even realises that she’s doing it.” “Hey mate, don’t go telling her or she might stop doing it, and what’s with these pussy thrusts?” Liam asked. “Well, I suspect that she’ll want to be naked all day tomorrow, and that that will include the party, so, I thought that it would be ‘entertaining’ if she were to keep thrusting her naked, bald pussy at everyone.” “Wow Luke, and what else are you planning on her doing?” Jackson asked. “I don’t really know, I don’t want her fucking all the blokes there, just us 3, she’s clean and I want her to stay that way, but a few blowjobs and bringing herself off won’t do any harm.” “Fair enough,” Jackson said. “I think that it would be a good idea to have a coupe of guys on the door to make sure that we only get people that we know here. After your classmates saw her naked word may have got out and hundreds may turn up.” I said. “Good point.” Jackson said, “I’ll ask Ben and Zack, they’re big enough to keep people out. “You know guys,” I said, “I think that I’ll turn in as well, I’m not getting as much sleep as I was a few days ago.” “I wonder why?” Jackson joked. Eva had done her thing in the bathroom when I got there and she was about to get into the bed. “Luke, you said there are hundreds of positions that we can have sex in, I can only think of 2.” “Don’t you worry your little head about that Eva, just wait until I’ve been to the bathroom and I’ll show you a third way. We can google sex positions anytime that we want and I’m sure that it will give us some new ideas.” “Oh yes, google. It has sex position on it as well then?” “I’m sure that it has. Don’t let that pussy go to sleep, I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” Fine minutes late I was showing Eva how to ride me cowboy style and she enthusiastically bounced up and down on me and made a hell of a lot of noise until she had cum. Then she got off me and gave me a blowjob to finish me off, swallowing all my cum. Eva went to sleep holding my cock and me holding one of her tits. ***** I woke the next morning before Eva and discovered that in our sleep Eva had turned her back to me and we were spooning. I took advantage of that and eased my morning woody into her still very wet pussy. I lay there for a couple of minutes just savouring the feeling then I started going in and out of her. Eva woke with a start, obviously not realising what I was doing to her but within a couple of seconds she relaxed, sighed and pushed her butt back to get me deeper inside her. I slowly went in and out as we said “good morning” then Eva told me that she had never been happier in her life. She was glad that her father had wanted some alone time with my mother and wished that they had met years earlier. “You mean that you wish that you’d discovered sex years earlier.” I suggested. “Well yes, but if I had it might not have been with you Luke and you are so good at it.” I continued slowly fucking Eva for a while then told her that we should get up. Reluctantly, not having cum, Eva pulled herself off me and went to the bathroom. I joined her a few minutes later and found that she’d got out her shaving things. I watched as she shaved her armpits then her legs, then she asked me if I’d do the rest of her. Eva was disappointed when I said that I wouldn’t, but that I would put the cream on her. I increased her arousal level as I did so but still didn’t make her cum. I supervised (watched) as Eva removed her slight stubble whilst shaving myself. Then we had a shower together where I again raised her arousal level still without letting her cum. I planned to tease her for as long as I could resist tipping her over the edge. Liam and Jackson were in the kitchen when we went down, Eva again showing no interest in putting any clothes on. After some coffee Eva asked who was going to teach her to dance. Liam went for his laptop and searched YouTube for some dance videos. Soon Eva was swaying and actually dancing in front of us After convincing Eva that she was as good a dancer as most girls Eva asked about the pussy thrusts. I smiled and got up and stood in front of her, moved my feet slightly wider apart than my shoulders, put my arms out in front of me, squat a little then thrust my pelvis forwards while pulling my arms back, all in time with the music. “I can do that.” Eva said, and proved that she could do it. Minutes later there were 3 hard-ons watching her. “Now incorporate it into your dancing Eva.” I said. What a sight, a naked, attractive girl dancing and thrusting her pussy forward in a very sexy way. I was hard pushed to not jump on her right there. I don’t suppose that she would have minded but I wanted to keep her aroused for as long as I could. Us 3 guys went back to the kitchen to talk about what was needed for the party, leaving Eva practising thrusting her pussy forwards. I just new that that would go down well with the guys at the party, especially if she stayed naked. There wasn’t much to do for the party, hey it’s a students house, who expects it to be tidy and spotless. Anyway, we needed some snack foods and more beer so I volunteered Eva and me to go shopping. I hoped that it would again be breezy out and Eva would put on a similar outfit. What she did choose to wear was a thin, cotton summer dress. When she slipped it on she said, “This dress used to be my favourite one a couple of years ago, it’s really too short for me now but I brought it with me because I still like it even thought it’s worn so thin that I’m sure it’s going to rip when I put it on sometime soon.” “Well you managed to get it on in one piece this time so if you’re ready we’ll get off.” I replied. It wasn’t quite as windy, but the sun was shining and once outside I swear that the material had worn so thin that it was nearly see-through. I could definitely see the change of colour of the breast skin to that of her areolae and nipples that were threatening to burst through the thin material.. “I feel like I’m naked in this dress as well.” Eva said as we walked down the road. “You look great Eva, are you warm enough Eva, that dress looks really thin.” “Yes, I’m warm enough, that sun feels nice.” “You like the sun then?” “I do, I loved it when I was on holiday and we went to the beach. The sun, the warm sand and the warm sea, it was wonderful.” “Maybe you could sunbathe in the back garden, if we have any days that are warm enough that is.” “Hmm, nice thought, I didn’t bring a swimsuit with me, do you think that I could sunbathe naked?” “I’m sure that you could but don’t get excited, it’s unlikely that we’ll get a warm enough day for a few months.” “Will I still be here or will I have to go back to daddy and your mother?” “That depends on you and your father. You’re 18 now and legally an adult so you can make your own decisions.” “But would you want me to stay with you and the others?” “Eva, you can stay with us for a long as you want, but you will still have to share my bed.” “Will you fuck and eat my pussy every day?” “Only if you give me a blowjob every day.” “I think that I can do that.” “And I think that we have a deal. Now we have to think of a way to get your father and my mum to let you stay, maybe you could get a job here then they’ll see that you are trying to be independent.” “But what could I do? I didn’t pass any exams at school.” “There are jobs around for people without any qualifications, they don’t pay well, unless you become a stripper.” “You mean take my clothes off on a stage in front of people? I could do that.” “You’ve certainly got the body for it Eva.” “Thank you Luke.” Until then Eva had been hanging onto one of my arms but she had to let go because some roadworks had narrowed the footpath. There was a workman in a hole in the road and when he saw Eva he swore. I looked at Eva and saw that Eva was directly in line with him and the sun and that made her dress virtually transparent. It was like she was naked in front of me, both the workman and I could see everything. Obviously I said nothing. I was enjoying the same view as the workman, and possibly a few other people were getting, and there was nothing that Eva, or me, could have done about it. And I knew that Eva wouldn’t be upset about it, so we just kept walking. At the supermarket we got what we needed and went to the checkout. I could see Eva leaning over the back of the trolley to lift each item out and put it on the conveyor belt and I though about the view that she must be giving to the people behind her. I looked at the people and saw an old and a young man staring at her butt. Again I said nothing. I filled the bags and paid, then we had to carry the shopping back home. I had a heavy bag in each hand leaving one bag for Eva. I expected her to carry it in one hand and swap it to the other hand when it got too much for that hand, but no, Eva hugged the bag to her stomach with her hands over and under it. Fair enough I thought, but once we were outside I saw that when she had lifted the bag and put it to her stomach, she had accidentally pulled part of the front of her dress up and was trapping it between her stomach and the bag. I could see her slit and bald pubes. Again I said nothing and I got Eva talking about the last party that she had been to. That had been about 5 years ago so I knew that she would have nothing to say of interest, but I kept her talking. No one appeared to be taking any notice of Eva’s exposure until we got to the roadworks where this time 2 men were in the hole in the road. Right next to them I coughed loudly then told Eva to stop for a moment so that I could rest my arms. Eva turned to face me which meant that she was facing the 2 workmen as well. That gave them a great view of her pussy as they looked up, their heads being about level with her pussy. What’s more, Eva had stood with her feet slightly apart. I took my time stretching my arms and fingers before finally picking up the bags and starting to walk. Eva followed but when I looked back I saw one of the workmen give me the thumbs-up sign and I smiled. I watched one young man’s head as he walked towards us. His eyes were glued to Eva’s pussy area as he got next to us I saw him step on a dog turd that Eva and I had gone to one side of. I heard the young man cursing from behind me. “Was that man swearing at us?” Eva asked. “No, he was too busy taking in your beauty that he stepped on that dog turd.” Eva laughed the replied, “I’m not beautiful.” “You are Eva, especially in that dress.” Back at the house, after putting the shopping in the kitchen, Eva went upstairs and came back down totally naked again. “You really don’t like wearing clothes do you Eva?” Liam asked. “No, skin is so much easier to clean than washing clothes.” “Can’t argue with that.” Liam replied. “Can you put the beers into the fridge please Eva?” The fridge isn’t very big so Eva had to bend over some of the time, a fact that I was sure Liam realised when he asked her because he stood with me at the other side of the kitchen both of us staring at Eva’s bare butt and wet looking pussy. “Why don’t you go and practice your dancing Eva?” I said when all the beer was chilling. “And don’t forget to practice your pussy thrusts.” I added. “Okay, I like doing those, it makes me tingle and wet.” “Wetter.” Liam added but only me heard him. When we left Eva dancing and thrusting her pussy, and went into the kitchen I said, “I could watch Eva doing that all day, her thrusting her slightly open pussy and her probable A cup tits jiggling about is just so hot.” “Tell me about it.” Jackson said, “You’re a lucky bastard Luke.” “Hey,” I replied, “just because sleeping in my bed with me doesn’t mean that we are an item, if she wants to share her body with either of you then that’s okay with me. But please guys, keep an eye on her tonight, as I’m sure that you’ve realised, she quite naive and with her wanting to be naked all the time, and doing what she’s doing right now, some of our half pissed mates will try it on with her. I want to keep her fucking to be with one of us.” “Of course we will mate.” Liam replied. Beer in the fridge and snacks out we were ready for the action. We’d had something to eat to try to soak up some of the alcohol that we knew we’d be drinking and Eva had just gone upstairs to get ready, although none of knew just what a naked girl had to do to get ready, when the doorbell rang and the first of our guests arrived. “So where’s this naked girl that we’ve all heard of? Or was it just a wind-up to get us here.” I found Eva in the shower so I stripped, joined her and fucked her up against the shower wall with the warm water cascading down on us. “That was nice Luke, can we stay up here and do that some more?” “Nice thought, but there’s a few guys downstairs that want to meet you.” “Me? What’s so special about me, I’m not clever enough to join in their conversations, I didn’t understand even one word that Liam and his mates were saying the other night.” “Eva, I doubt very much that any of the people here will want to talk about their uni courses, they’re probably only going to talk about you.” I took Eva to the tall mirror and told her to look at herself. “What do you see Eva?” “Me.” “No, pretend that it’s not you and tell me what you see.” “A naked little girl.” Eva replied as she rolled and pulled on her nipples. “What I see Eva is a beautiful young woman, really cute face, nice tits that are perfect for you size (I cupped her tits from behind her), a perfect pair of nipples that millions of men would like to suck and play with (I rolled and tweaked her nipples), a really nice, slim body (I slid my hands down her sides, a cute little bubble butt (I moved my hands to her butt and squeezed her cheeks), and a bald pussy that never gets dry (I flicked her clit and then slid a couple of fingers inside her). And I’m one hundred percent sure that that is what all the guys downstairs will see and want to talk about. “Will they want to play with my nipples and pussy like you just did?” “Oh they definitely will want to, but it’s up to you to decide if you want them to and to let them do it. I doubt that they will force themselves on you, but if anyone does you just shout and Liam or Jackson or me will be there in a flash and kick them out.” Eva turned and reached up and kissed me on my lips. Our tongues wrestled for a few seconds then she lowered her heels and said, “Luke, you are the best step brother that any girl could wish for. And I like it when you kiss me like that.” I gently slapped Eva’s butt then said, “Now stop trying to get me to fuck you and let me get dressed.” Two minutes later I was leading Eva down the stairs and discovering that there were now about 20 people in the house. I stopped near the bottom of the stairs, stepped aside so that everyone could see Eva, then said, “Guys, this is my stepsister Eva. Be nice to her because she is feeling a bit insecure being here with all these intelligent people.” There were a couple of laughs and one guy said, “Insecure, dressed like that, bollocks.” One of the few girls there said, “She shouldn’t be insecure with a body like that, I’d kill to swap bodies with her.” Another guy got crude and said, “Does she put it out?” At that point I decided to make it clear that Eva wasn’t a whore. “Eva is my stepsister and if any of you try to fuck her you will wake up in hospital.” “So she’s just eye candy then?” “She’s just a normal girl who just happens to have discovered her body and sex. She has decided that she doesn’t like wearing clothes.” I said. I turned to Eva and asked her if she was okay. “Yeah, just a bit nervous, but my pussy is tingling.” “You’ll be fine Eva.” I replied then I held out my hand for her to take and we finished our journey down the stairs where I led her to the kitchen to get a drink. Within seconds of Eva stopping moving a couple of guys were talking to her asking her all sorts of questions. I put a bottle of beer in her hand and stood back to watch how she reacted. I have to say that Eva’s lack of embarrassment and modest about her body made it look like she was in her element being the only one naked in a group of young people. Before long the 2 guys were edged out by 2 more guys asking her questions. Then another 2 took over. Not once did I see and hint of blushing. Eva was a picture to watch. Meanwhile someone came to talk to me and I manoeuvred myself so that I could talk and watch. “So the girl is your stepsister Luke?” “Yes.” “So for you incest doesn’t come into it then?” “I don’t think so, but I haven’t bothered reading up on it.” “So have you then?” “Have I what?” “You know, fucked her.” “I have.” “She looks as though she will be a good fuck.” “She is, but she was a virgin until a couple of days ago.” “Fucking hell, how did she manage to last that long? Making up for it now are you?” “Trying.” “So why doesn’t she like clothes?” “She says that they get in the way too much and that it’s easier to wash skin than clothes.” “Hmm, I guess that some girls clothes do flap about, not very practical.” “No mate.” I sort of cut him off then because I saw Eva being led into the lounge with yet another full bottle of beer in her hand.. They went straight to the Bean Bag that was in a corner between some people who were sitting on the floor, and Eva flopped down onto it and sat as she normally does, laying back with her knees open. Anyone who cared to look would have easily seen all of Eva’s pussy with her protruding clit, and the guy who led her there had sat on the floor in front of her so he for one had a great view. I watched them talking and the guy was joined by the couple of people either side of Eva. She looked happy so I looked for someone to talk to. That was easy as I knew most of the people there. There being the odd girlfriend or boyfriend of someone I knew there. After a while I was happy that Eva was obviously happy so I looked her way less and less. When someone put some music on I went looking for Eva. She was still on her Bean Bag with her knees open. I knelt between them and leant over to talk to her. I soon realised that the beer had made her a little ‘happy’, but not enough to worry about. “Will you fuck me please Luke?” Eva almost shouted over the music. “I need your cock inside me.” I looked at her pussy again and she was right, she was dripping but I wasn’t going to fuck her there, nor take her somewhere quiet to have some mutual pleasure, I wanted her up dancing and thrusting her pussy at everyone. I stood and put my arms out to pull her up and she managed to stand unsupported and she didn’t look or act as ‘happy’ as she had when sat down. I looked around and saw most, if not all of the girls, and at least half a dozen of the guys shuffling about sort of dancing, but the music was slow. I put my arms round Eva’s waist and started her swaying her butt. She put her arms round my neck and pulled herself tight against me. “You want to fuck me don’t you, I can tell.” Eva asked. “No, I want to fuck that girl in the short skirt over there.” That stopped Eva dead in her tracks and she just stared up at me. After a few seconds I smiled and told her that I was only joking and that yes, I did want to fuck her. Eva relaxed and started swaying her butt, shuffling her feet and pressing her body against mine. After a few minutes the tempo of the music increased and everyone suddenly got livelier. Eva broke away from me and started dancing that she had done earlier in the day. I stepped back and watched her. Then came her first pussy thrust. Wow, that got her some attention. Some of the guys worked their way in front of her hoping to get a good look at her pussy as she thrust it towards them. I was one of those guys and I saw what the other guys saw. Eva did it again and again. A couple of the other girls started doing it, possibly trying to get some of the attention that Eva was getting. I looked at the other girls pussy thrusting and realised that the one that I could see up her skirt wasn’t wearing any knickers. Another bald pussy was getting thrust at the guys. Eva was putting her arms out straight before each thrust and as she thrust her pussy forward she pulled her arms back, bending her elbows, which made her action look more lewd. After a while her hands went to her nipples and she twisted and pulled them as she danced. Eva was driving the guys there, including me, crazy. If I’d have had the bottle I’d have jumped on her right there in the middle of the room, and I know that she would have loved it. What made it more of a turn on for me was that I knew that Eva didn’t think that she was breaking and social rules or taboos. The dancing went on for hours with Eva stopping occasionally to get a drink and to press her naked, sweaty body against mine whilst drinking and asking me to fuck her. One time that she was pressed against me I slid my hand down to her pussy and fingered her. She was so wet that my finger went in without the slightest bit of resistance. Occasionally, one of the guys or girls would stop her to have a quick chat. I have no idea what was said but both parties looked happy with the outcome. Both Liam and Jackson came and talked with me, and watched Eva, occasionally, each time they thanked me for bringing Eva into the house. Eventually, Eva’s energy gave out and she collapsed onto her Bean Bag, her knees being wider apart that usual. I went over and checked that she was okay and again she asked me to fuck her. Again I said no, but this time she decided to give herself some relief by playing with her pussy. Her right hand got slowly busy and she slowly rubbed. After I had checked that she was okay I went and stood not far from her. Not so close that I might frighten away anyone who wanted to come and get a closer look, and not so far away that I couldn’t keep an eye on her. Soon a friend of mine, Noah, came and squat between her knees and placed his hands on her knees, They talked for a minute or so before Noah’s right hand slid up her thigh to her pussy and she didn’t stop him and I saw a couple of his fingers enter her vagina. I saw Eva smile then close her eyes as the fingers started fucking her. I watched for a couple of minutes then Eva’s body jerked then went rigid for about 30 seconds before she collapsed back down. I knew that she’d just cum. Eva bent forward and gave Noah a quick kiss before he got to his feet and left. Another friend, James, went over to Eva and it was almost a repeat performance. A bit later Emily did the same. Eva achieving another orgasm. I was a little surprised by Emily’s appearance as I didn’t know that she was into girls. I was definitely going to ask Eva about that later. All the time that all this was going on, most of the other people there were either just watching Eva or kept looking over to her. I decided that Eva needed a rest so I told the guy who had just got between her knees to go back to her in 15 or 20 minutes and I pulled Eva to her feet. “Luke, there you are.” Eva said when she realised that I was in front of her. “Come and have a rest Eva, your pussy will get red raw if you’re not careful.” “It feels fine Luke, well apart from the never ending tingling and that’s not fine, it’s wonderful.” I led her to the kitchen, got a couple of beers, sat on a chair and pulled Eva onto my lap, her arm going round my neck. “So Eva, what do you think of university students parties?” “Wow, they’re nothing like any party that I’ve been to before, no balloons, no streamers and no cakes with candles, but I like it. I was a bit nervous at first but everyone is so nice, all the boys wanted to talk to me and ask me why I was naked. When we started dancing I couldn’t understand why all the boys wanted to stand in front of me but then I saw you and guessed that you wanted to look at my pussy. If you did, then the other boys probably wanted to as well.” “Did you like them looking at your pussy Eva.” “Well it made my nipples and pussy tingle and my pussy got wetter and wetter. Is that normal?” Eva replied as she rolled and pulled her nipples. “Yes Eva, perfectly, your pussy likes men looking at it.” “I’d better get back out there then.” “Slow down girl.” I said as I moved one hand to one of her little tits and started playing with it. “Oh Luke, that’s so nice.” “Did you like the other boys, and that girl, playing with your tits?” “I did, I was a bit surprised when that girl started on me but she was more gentle than the boys, I don’t know which I liked the most, the girl or those boys. But none of them were as good as you Luke.” “Thank you Eva.” I said as I tweaked her nipple again. One of the guys in the kitchen who had seen what I was doing to Eva, and was a little the worse for wear, staggered over to us and said, “Can I have a feel?” Eva was quick to reply, “Sure, other guys have so why not, and you might make me feel good.” The guy’s groping wasn’t very rewarding for Eva and because of his state he was unable to concentrate on what he was doing, he staggered backwards and didn’t come back to Eva. “How long do these parties go on for Luke?” Eva asked. “There’s no set time, sometimes it’s early, sometimes it’s dawn.” “Oh goody, plenty of time for more orgasms, can I go and sit on the Bean Bag again please Luke, someone else might like to come and play with my tits and put their fingers inside me and make me cum.” “Okay, but have a drink of water first, your pussy is leaking that much that you’ll start suffering from dehydration.” Eva did, then went back to the lounge but this time, instead if sitting on the Bean Bag she sort of lay on it with a bit to prop her head up. It was like she was going to sleep but with her legs wide open. Needless to sat that it wasn’t long before a guy went over to her and sat between her legs. It was Jackson and she happily let him finger her with one hand and caress a tit with the other, The things went one stage further when Jacksons finger fucking fingers were replace with his mouth. Eva likes it when I do that to her and I guess that Jackson is as good at it as I am because it wasn’t long before Eva writhing about then going rigid with her butt up off the Bean Bag. I smiled and adjusted the position of my cock in my jeans. I was looking forward to fucking Eva when the party was over. The other ‘guests’ at the party had seen what Jackson had done to Eva and some of them wanted some of the same. As soon as Jackson got up someone replaced him and Eva went from one high to another, for going on for the next 2 hours until I saw that she had either fallen asleep or passed out. A guy was still eating her pussy but she wasn’t responding. I went over to her and quickly realised that she was non-responsive so I told the guy that he had licked her to death and I picked her up and carried her up to our bed and lay her flat on her back. I didn’t cover her, instead I spread her legs wide and put her right hand on her pussy wondering what she’d think when she woke up. Shutting the bedroom door, I went back downstairs, got another beer and mingled. Unsurprisingly, everyone wanted to know more about Eva, how she ended up naked at the party and why she let just about everyone play with her body. I just told them the truth and got lots of comments about me being a lucky bastard and them asking when the next party was. I suggested that they have a party of their own and invite me and Eva. It was about 3 am when the last of our guest left and I went upstairs to get some sleep. I noticed that my bedroom door was wide open but Eva was still asleep on her back with her legs wide open. I wondered if anyone had gone in and either taken some photographs of her or abused her naked, sleeping body, which was my job. Anyway, I went to the bathroom then stripped and crawled in next to Eva who, half asleep, turned her back on me and when I spooned her she reached between her legs, grabbed my hard cock and put it at the entrance to her vagina. When I gently slid inside her she sighed and went back to sleep. *****

Missions - Erotic bymollycactus© She wasn't quite sure why she'd agreed to do this. That wasn't completely truthful. All she had to do was feel the wetness at her crotch to realize why she agreed. Because it's exciting. And the guy, Stefan, was very persuasive. After they'd gotten to know each other, and he'd zeroed in on her desires and fantasies, he proposed, "How would you like for me to suggest some 'erotic missions' for you to fulfill? They'd always be on a 'if-you-choose-to-accept' basis, of course." She'd been intrigued. She wouldn't have to do anything illegal or dangerous, because she was free to refuse. But she let the question hang in the air for a while, before saying, "OK. I'm interested. What do you propose for my first mission?" He'd rubbed his chin, thinking, scanning her up and down. As she waited to hear the mission, her breathing accelerated, matching her rising heart rate, as a frisson of excitement mixed with fear ran through her. Her hands went through her honey blonde hair, which had come forward over her shoulders, covering the top of her chest down to the rise of her breasts. She flicked that errant hair back behind her neck. Her gorgeous pouty lips, which held so many men spellbound as they gazed at them, felt suddenly dry, so her tongue darted out, wetting them. "OK," he began. "Here's the mission. The next time you go out with your friends, and I don't care what group, wear a G-string as your panties. You have one, don't you?" "Yes, I do. But I wear such things often. What's the catch?" she asked, grinning. "The catch is that you have to wear it backwards, and pull it up tight," he explained. He watched her pupils get big as she considered the implications. "That skinny string will press deep into your cunt slit, and will probably rub a bit painfully on your clit, stimulating you. Also, you need to be wearing a low cut skirt or jeans, so the top of the G-string is visible, a clear sign that you're wearing it. On top, wear a bra and a short shirt or blouse that exposes your belly button. This'll draw people's eyes to that area, and some may even notice you have the G-string on backwards. If they do, tell them that you have it on backwards deliberately, because it feels so good that way." Laughing, she'd replied, "So far, this is fine with me. I've a good idea what I can wear. Anything else?" She was happy, thinking about how great she'd look, because she had voluptuous tits, a narrow waist, and generous hips – this would leave her midriff bare for the men to ogle at, lustfully. With a naughty glint in his eye, he replied, "Oh yes. During the evening, you'll need to visit the toilet at that bar or restaurant – but slip into the men's toilet. Get into one of the stalls, and close and lock its door. Then undress completely, and start fingering yourself. Just get yourself aroused, waiting for one or more men to also enter the toilet. When someone else is there, then make yourself cum." She'd thought about that, whispering, "Oh my god." But the thought was very exciting by its very boldness. He went on, "After that, you can either dress fully again, with your G-string still backwards, or you can leave it and your bra off. Since the top of the G-string was so visible, people may notice its absence. If anyone asks, you can confirm that you decided to remove your underwear to feel more free and sexy for the evening." That was his proposal, and she'd accepted. Tonight, she was going out with her friends to a club. She put on her iridescent pink G-string, a black bra for contrast, a short, plain deep blue skirt, and a long sleeved matching top whose lower edge tied just above her belly button. The resulting deep plunge of her cleavage left the center of her bra and the inner curves of her breasts exposed. She checked herself out in the mirror. She looked hot. When she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, the string snugged between her pussy lips, sawing gently alongside her clit, making it tingle. She wondered if she'd be able to dance in this outfit without having an orgasm right there on the dance floor. Gathering up her courage, she and her friends went to the club. The next day, she met Stefan, as agreed, to give her report of the mission. First she described in great detail how she'd been dressed. She watched his face flush gently, and his eyes glaze over slightly as he visualized her in that sexy outfit. She knew he wished he'd been at the club with them. Her recounting of the evening continued. "If any of my friends noticed I arrived with my panties on backwards, no one said a word about it. And wearing them like that wasn't too bad – a little painful, but also stimulating at times, depending on how I moved. I didn't want to try any wild dancing at first, so we just had a few drinks." She smiled. "I didn't have to pretend I needed to pee – the drinks saw to that. But I didn't announce it, or my girlfriends would have wanted to go with me. I just mentioned there was someone I saw across the room that I needed to talk with. But I really was sneaking to the area of the men's toilet. I had to put the door under surveillance, trying to figure out if anyone was inside." She blushed a deep pink, recalling. "It was embarrassing to stand around near that door, but I admit I got a little excited each time a passing man gave me a strange look. Finally, I saw my chance. As far as I could tell, the room would be empty, but I planned to explain that the ladies' room was jammed, and I need to go urgently, if anyone confronted me. Luckily the place was empty." Her blush deepened a notch as she reported, "I found an empty stall, and closed and locked its door." As a side note, she said, "It never occurred to me until I entered that the men's room stalls might not have any doors! I would've been in big trouble then!" She giggled, but then continued, "But there were doors, and I had my door locked as I undressed. Naked now, I started masturbating. I was soaking wet at that moment. You know why. I was in a 'forbidden place' and naked – and not only might some man come in to use the toilet, I was actually waiting for one to come in!" She noticed Stefan squirming slightly, and trying to subtly adjust his pants. "Is this story turning you on? If you need to fix your underwear, go ahead. In fact, if you want to play with yourself, I won't mind." Gratefully, Stefan plucked at his pants, getting his erection into a more comfortable position. She continued, "I was so horny by that point that it didn't take much for me to get close to cumming. I sat on the toilet seat, and braced my feet up on either side of the door – thighs wide open. If anyone had opened the door, the first thing they would have seen would've been my wet cunt, and my hands playing with it. Thinking of someone seeing me like that was driving me crazy with lust." Pausing, she swallowed hard. "You'd told me to wait until someone came in. It didn't take very long. I had no way to tell the time, but it felt like only a couple of minutes. I heard people coming in, all at the same time. As best I could tell from their voices, it was three guys. The knowledge that they were there was like a switch flipped inside me – I started making myself cum. I was fingering my pussy fast, and pinching and tugging at my nipples. And I came. In fact, I came so hard, that I forgot to hold my moan!" Stefan's face registered shock. She nodded. "Yep. They heard me all right. But that wasn't the worst thing." Stefan gulped and asked, "What was the worst thing?" "Well, one of the guys knocked on the door of my stall asking, 'Is there anyone in there?' sounding concerned. And, being the dumb blonde that I am, I was embarrassed and blurted out 'Yes' without thinking about it. And then he asked, 'Are you all right?' sounding even more concerned. And I had to answer, so I gasped out 'Yes' with my voice sort of shaky, because I was still feeling my orgasm! Stefan whistled long and low, and said, "Wow!" "Wow, indeed," she giggled. "So there I was, hand cupping my pussy, waiting for them to leave. But they didn't. They were apparently just standing around, talking about some sporting event somewhere. That's when I decided to just be a slut. I dressed again, unlocked the stall door, and emerged. You should've seen their faces! Walking past them, I said 'Hi guys!' as I went to the sink and washed my hands. Smiling at them, I left the toilet. The entire time from when I came out of the stall, until I left the toilet, they were completely speechless, although their mouths were open, since their jaws had dropped." Stefan was slowly rubbing his swollen dick through his pants as he visualized that scene. "I was still so excited at that moment of my triumph that I ran into the ladies' toilet, and made myself cum a second time! That second orgasm was just as terrific as the first!" she said, radiant. "That's quite a report," Stefan chuckled. "I'm not done," she chortled. "You haven't heard my choice about whether or not I put my underwear back on. I didn't. In fact, I left my bra and G-string inside the men's toilet stall that I used, for some guy to find later in the evening." "Holy cow!" Stefan exclaimed. "That's amazingly slutty on your part! You really put your heart into fulfilling this mission!" She smiled, looking pleased at his compliments. "Oh wait," Stefan said. "Did your friends notice that your underwear was gone?" Her eyes twinkled. "I was hoping they wouldn't, and no one said anything. But, come to think of it, with that tied top I was wearing, my lack of a bra must've been very obvious." Her eyes widened suddenly. "Oh fuck!" "What?" Stefan asked. "We were dancing after that, and it never occurred to me until now! Without that bra on, I bet I was flashing my tits to everyone as I danced!" They both laughed about that, but her face was almost scarlet as she imagined the show she'd given all the dancers at the club. "So what was the most arousing part of this mission?" Stefan asked. She thought for a moment. "It had to be that thought I had that one of that guys might just come in to my toilet stall somehow and see me masturbating in front of him. That really got me all hot and bothered. But a close second was the guys' faces when I came out of that stall! I know that they knew what I'd been doing in there!" "So, does this mean you're up for another mission?" Stefan asked. She actually pressed her thighs together from excitement, her eyes gleaming. "Yes, please! And make it another hot one!" Stefan had been hoping she'd ask for another. He'd been giving it some thought. "OK, here's the mission. Search for a place where you cannot be seen by others, but where, in theory, others might inadvertently encounter you. I've been thinking about houses under construction, or a place in some woods, or a quiet corner of a park. Or maybe under a bridge, or in some ruins. Remember how many tourists love to visit ruins, though. That might be dangerous." She nodded, already trying to think of potential places. "Moreover," he added, "it should be a place where its uncomfortable to lie down, maybe because the surface is cold, or covered in stones and gravel. You want to experience some degree of pain as you lie there, because you've told me time and time again how a little bit of pain turns you on." She nodded again, her eyes gleaming with excitement, dreaming of a little pain all along the back of her body. "And what do I do, once I'm there?" "Well, before you get on the ground, I want you to undress completely. By the way, this can be early morning, noon, afternoon, evening – even night. It's your choice. Once you're in position, you make yourself cum, any way you wish. You can use your fingers, or take along a dildo or a vibrator. Of course, vibrators make noise, and that might draw attention to where you are. Similarly, you need to stay quiet, when you cum, lest people get attracted to where you are." They grinned at each other, imagining people drawn to the buzzing sound, and finding a naked woman playing with herself. "After you've had a nice orgasm, you get up, dress, and then take a photo of the spot you chose. That will make a nice memento of this mission," he said. "Should I be all alone, out in public, doing this?" she asked, curious. "Hmmm. I think you have two options. If you go alone, you should stay naked on the ground for half an hour before you make yourself cum – that increases the thrill that some random stranger may catch you doing it. On the other hand, you could take a male friend along as a sort of protector. When you're nearing the place, you can tell your friend to stay away for a while because you have to go and take a private pee. You then hurry to the place itself alone, but with a friend you can call for help, if necessary. With this option, though, you'd have to undress, cum, and dress again fast, because your friend might get worried if you're gone too long, and come looking for you." Her eyelids flew wide open. "Wow! Both of those options are fucking embarrassing, and very, very exciting! But I think I'd rather do this alone. I don't want to be rushed. Let's meet again in a week, and I'll give you my report." A week later, she gave Stefan a great big hug, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Mission accomplished!" she cried. "Excellent! Tell me about it, please," he begged. "On Saturday afternoon," she began, "I sneaked into the backyard area of an office building, where I'd seen a deserted bench. It's made of rough wood, and old, rusted metal, so I guessed it would be uncomfortable. I was praying that no one was working in the building, since it was the weekend, but I had no way of knowing, which made it all the more exciting." Stefan smiled at her, thinking of her audacity. "I was actually a bit frightened," she confessed. "But at the same time I was also out of my mind with excitement. When I took off my panties, let me tell you, they were so soaked I bet I could have wrung my juices out of them!" "What were you wearing?" Stefan asked. "Oh, yes. I had on a T-shirt and a plaid skirt, along with my panties – no bra. And running shoes, which I wore in case I needed to run away fast. Once I sat on the bench, panties off, getting ready to complete the mission, I found I was kind of scared. I decided to hide my hands under my skirt, inserting the dildo I'd brought along into my pussy. I started fucking myself with it. I didn't have to wet it with my mouth or anything, because my oozing juices made it slippery the moment it touched the opening to my cunt." "So what happened?" Stefan asked, eagerly. "As I worked the dildo in and out of my pussy, I gradually became more aroused than scared, and no one was interrupting me, so I took off my skirt. That made it much easier to fuck myself with my toy, and was even more exciting, because I could now see it plunging in and out, sticky with my juices. And my clit was feeling the fresh air now. Of course the bench was uncomfortable, with the rough wood and cold, rusting metal rubbing against my ass," she said, eyes flashing as she pictured how it must have looked. "I mentally see you as half dressed, on that bench," Stefan shared. "That didn't last long. My cunt was gripping the toy strongly now, and I wanted to be completely naked when I came. Off came my T-shirt! I was now fully naked (other than my running shoes), masturbating on that rough bench, out in public behind the office building! I was almost positive that there was no one in the building, but still... I was scared!" she reported. "Naked, and doing lewd things in public like that!" "Someone working overtime in the building could have noticed you, you know," Stefan reminded her. "It probably wouldn't matter if it was a man or a woman. Seeing you doing that would turn them on. They might start masturbating also, looking down at you from their window. A woman fingering her cunt, or a man pumping his dick. Maybe even a few of them, at different windows." "If they were looking," she said, "they would have seen everything, because the bench faced the building. They'd have seen my tits, nipples engorged, bobbing and weaving in the air as I squirmed on my toy. The wood was digging into my back a bit painfully, but I couldn't hold still. And my thighs were wide apart, showing my wet, gooey cunt to those windows, so they would've seen my arousal. Too bad they couldn't smell the sexy scent steaming from my pussy. I sure could." She shivered as she recalled what happened next. "Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. I had to cum! My excitement had built to a fever pitch, being exposed and vulnerable in public like that. I came long and hard! The orgasm was magnificent – I screamed loudly as it washed through my body. I soaked the seat of the bench." She sighed. "After I calmed down, I dressed again, and looked at my watch. I'd been playing with myself on that bench for more than an hour!" "And as far as you know, no one really saw you?" Stefan asked. "If they saw me, they didn't say anything," she replied, grinning broadly. "A great mission, now fulfilled." She winked. "Do you have another one for me?" Stefan laughed. "Of course I do! These are as fun for me as they are for you! For this mission, take a pair of dice, shake them, but only throw one of them. The number you get is the minimum number of hours you'll be outside your house for this mission. It's only a minimum – I have a feeling if you throw a one, you'll be disappointed. She giggled, nodding. Stefan continued, "Take a shower and make yourself cum in it, to get into the correct mood for the mission. Take a vibrator, and slide it up inside your pussy. Put on a strong thick pair of panties to help hold that vibrator inside you. Do you have a vibrator that will do this?" She pondered a moment. "Fit up inside me while wearing panties – no. But I've seen an egg shaped vibrator that will surely do the trick. I can buy one easily." She laughed. "I'll also have to buy a 'strong thick' pair of panties – mine are all rather wispy." Stefan's eyes gleamed, thinking of her in flimsy panties – and nothing else. He had to mentally shake himself to carry on outlining her mission. "Wear your plaid skirt, and a tight shirt with no bra. Then go outside with the vibrator doing its job, and spend those hours doing what you normally do. Maybe you go shopping, study, work, or spend time with friends – it depends on the day. After the minimum number of hours have passed, search for a public place where you can sit, and where others can't see you very well or can't see below your waist. You might be in a restaurant, sitting with a table in front of you and a wall behind you. Or maybe sitting in a park with a towel over your legs. Another possibility would be while you're in your car at a busy parking lot. I'm just giving suggestions, but at such a place, make yourself cum in public. If you can, take a picture of the place you chose, showing how isolated or crowded it was." Listening to his instructions, she was squirming in her seat. "Oh, fuck! This is really turning me on! I'm so horny now, I want to rush out and do this. But first I have to make my purchases. Let's meet again in a week." Together again a week later, she began her report. "I rolled a five! Five hours outside, with a vibrator running inside me! The trouble is, you know how cold it was on Saturday. I wore my plaid skirt and a blouse with no bra, but I had to wear a jacket, when I was outside. Actually, that was a good thing, because those two layers of clothes helped to quiet the buzzing sound of that egg vibrating in my pussy." She grinned, conspiratorially. "The egg has a controller that holds the batteries, so I put a hair scrunchie high up on my thigh to support its weight. It's thin enough that the skirt hid it OK. I switched the vibrator on, jumping from the sudden sensation deep inside my cunt, and sort of staggered outside. As I walked to the grocery store, it wasn't very comfortable with that thing working inside me, to be honest. As I walked, it shifted slightly with my movements, jarring new areas of intimate tissues in my depths. "I was in the area of the canned goods when I had my first orgasm," she whispered. "I could tell it was going to hit, so I stooped down, as if I was looking closely at the cans on the bottom shelf. But my eyes were closed, and I was hyperventilating, trying hard not to cry out. It took me about an hour to do the shopping that usually takes about 20 minutes! I had to stop every few steps and get myself under control. And the strange looks I got from other shoppers as they heard a humming sound near me, and wondered what it was. I was blushing a lot, I think. As I took the groceries home, I noticed the vibrator was getting weaker and weaker. Then it stopped. Its batteries were dead."  She looked at Stefan. "I know you said stay outside for the full amount of time, but I had to go briefly into my home to put the perishables in my refrigerator, and to fetch a fresh pair of batteries – the last I had in my house. As I changed the new batteries for the dead ones, I noticed the controller had three settings – high, medium, and low. I'd been running it on high the whole time!" Stefan chuckled. "I guess it pays to read the instructions with a new toy, huh?" She giggled. "I switched it to 'low' and went back outside," she continued. "I was still very aware of the vibrations going on inside my cunt, but at least the buzzing sound could barely be heard. That was good, because I was supposed to meet a friend of mine in the park for coffee and chatting. The park was quiet around us, and she surely would've heard the vibrator if it had still been set to high. But at one point I carelessly crossed my legs, and the egg buzzed hard up underneath my clit. My head swirled and I almost came. Noticing, she asked me if I was sick. I made an excuse about being light-headed from not eating breakfast, and she made me go with her to a nearby bakery. Concerned, she watched me eat, and didn't leave me until she was sure I was OK." "If she was that close to you, caring for you, it makes me wonder if she didn't smell the juices from your arousal," Stefan pointed out. "Oh my god! Maybe she did! There wasn't much wind, to blow my scent away," she related, a bit horrified.  After thinking it over, she shrugged. "Well, what's done is done. If she did, there's nothing I can do about it now. Since I had all this time to be in public, I went to a large shopping mall, and wandered in and out of stores. It was warm enough in there for me to carry my jacket on my arm, so the people going by might notice my stiff nipples poking at my blouse. I bought several packs of batteries in one of the stores when I felt the vibrations weakening again. The second set of batteries, being used at the low setting, lasted a little over two hours. Strolling into the ladies' toilets, I went into a stall and changed the batteries. Since I had some privacy, I briefly switched the power to 'medium' to sort of wake my pussy up, but since I wanted this set of batteries to last a long time, I switched it back down to 'low' and returned to my shopping." She paused in her narration, blushing about what she was going to reveal next. "As I continued walking through the stores, my panties couldn't hold back any more of my juices. They'd become fully saturated. I started feeling my pussy fluids flowing down my thighs. Much of it may have evaporated before going lower than the edge of my skirt, but not all. Some was definitely streaming down my legs, and I was terribly embarrassed when I realized people were noticing that! I felt so slutty! I'd been thinking about trying on shoes, but I gave that idea up. Imagine a shoe salesman sitting down by my feet, looking up my legs, and seeing and smelling cunt juices!" Stefan burst into sudden laughter, and his laugh was so infectious that she started laughing also. "You may be giving me ideas for a future mission," he said, when he caught his breath. She stuck her tongue out at him, playfully. "My five hours were finally done," she said. "I was seriously hungry by then, so I went into a nice restaurant. Inside, it was somewhat noisy, with dim lighting. Luckily, I was seated at a table for two, although I was alone. I sat on the side towards one wall, where there was a bench, rather than a chair, and I was facing the room. After giving the waiter my order, I looked around. No one was at the tables on either side of me, so I thought that this was my perfect opportunity." Her face took on a furtive expression, perhaps similar to how she'd looked as she made that decision. "I carefully switched the egg to high, and the sensations from the egg flooded my pussy. My excitement grew to its peak quickly, so I gripped the edge of the table, and closed my eyes as my orgasm hit. I rode the waves of pleasure, and when I opened my eyes, my waiter was there, placing my food in front of me, and looking at me curiously! Maybe my face flushed – I don't know if he could see much in the dim lighting – but I leaned over the plate and took a deep breath and said, 'This smells delicious! Thank you! I'm starving!' with my most innocent smile. I'm not sure he believed that's all that I was doing, because he went away with a strange smile on his face. I switched off the vibrating egg completely, and ate my meal in peace. I gave the waiter a generous tip when I left." "Quite an adventure," Stefan said. "My report is not quite done," she giggled. "You know I share my home with two other women. Well, when I got there, they weren't home and I didn't know when they'd get back. Believe it or not, after all that vibration and edging on the verge of cumming all day, my pussy missed feeling the egg's vibrations. So, I went to my room, got naked, and put fresh batteries into the egg's controller. Then I went out into the corridor that leads to all our bedrooms. I laid myself down on the floor on my back, and switched the controls to that highest setting again. If my housemates had walked in, they would have caught me, naked, there on the floor masturbating with that egg! But it really took me just a few minutes to make myself cum, the situation was so titillating. Once again, I came hard – so hard that I couldn't get enough energy and coordination to get up from the floor for the next few minutes. The most embarrassing thing of all was that I had to clean my cum from quite a bit of the corridor floor, because I squirted as I came!" Their mutual laughter lasted a long time, and when they finished both had wet eyes, imagining her kneeling naked, sopping up her cum from the floor with a towel, working frantically before her roommates came home.  Stefan said, "I'm glad you're having such fun with these missions. Ready for another one?" She nodded, wiping her eyes. "For this mission," Stefan began, "you'll go to a swimming pool, either by yourself, or with friends. Take along your favorite dildo, a waterproof vibrator with its remote control, and a long shoelace. Dress in your sexiest bikini. So far, so good?" "Hey!" she said with mock indignation. "How did you know I own a remote controlled waterproof vibrator?" He chuckled. "Because I went to the same web page where you bought that egg that could be inserted, for your earlier adventure, and saw it there. I figured a sexy slut like you couldn't resist buying that one as well." She giggled and blushed a light pink. "You really know me well. Yes, I bought it." "Now you get a chance to use it," he assured her. "At the pool, in the dressing room, use the dildo for a nice cum. Then start pulling on your bikini bottoms, and place the waterproof one strategically against your pussy and clit – I noted its thin shape is designed to fit almost invisibly inside panties, so the bikini bottoms should hold it nicely. Tie the shoelace around your waist to both attract attention, and distract people somewhat from your pussy region. Turn on the vibrator, and go swimming. Let it buzz for the hour or so until its batteries die. I want you to cum, in public, while swimming – but don't have your orgasm in the deep end, because if all your muscles spasm, you won't be able to keep your head above the water." She smiled. "Thanks for looking out for my welfare. Yes, my muscles usually stiffen in waves of contraction as I cum – if it's a good one." She winked, saucily. "If you can't actually cum in the pool, go back to the dressing room, and take your top off, avoiding any area where kids are roaming. Topless, and with your door open, wipe your body with the towel until someone notices you. Act surprised, and quickly close the door. Then make yourself cum any way that you wish." She was actually rubbing her pussy slowly through her clothes as he described her newest mission. "Fuck, this is exciting to think about!" she exclaimed. "See you in a week," she said over her shoulder as she left, hurrying home to masturbate, while thinking about this assignment. A week later, she began her report. "My friend Elsa went with me to the swimming pool. She actually saw my vibrator in my bag, but didn't ask about it, because she knows I'm a rather crazy, horny woman. I had my first orgasm in the dressing room, and then put on my bathing suit and vibrator. Its sensations were delicious as I walked to the pool, and entered the water. My horniness built and built during the hour we played in the water, my vibrator humming my cunt and clit maddeningly! I finally decided I had to cum, or I'd scream – and the batteries were getting weak, so I realized I'd have to use my hand. But I decided I'd rather cum in the jacuzzi." "Oh, the pool has a jacuzzi?" Stefan interrupted. "Yes, but I couldn't enter it immediately, because there was a family using it," she replied. "You can imagine that scene – a family in the jacuzzi, while a woman in a bikini with vibrating panties stands nearby, trying not to moan." Stefan squirmed, and again adjusted the position of his swelling cock, stuck inside his clothing. "Finally, the family must have noticed something weird or wrong with me, and they rushed away. I jumped into the jacuzzi, and took off my bikini bottoms. Folding them to hide the vibrator, whose battery was quite weak now, I placed them on the edge of the jacuzzi, near my head. I started fingering my pussy fast and hard, desperate to cum, now. At that moment, Elsa wandered over in her bikini to join me, and began lowering herself into the warm water. The erotic sight of her body, more revealed than concealed by her bikini, sent me over the edge, and I came, thrashing in the water." Stefan's pants now showed a moist stain about where the end of his cock would be. He was lost in her description of what had happened. "Elsa looked at me curiously, asking why I had my tits out of my bikini. I looked down in shock. I'd been so caught up in my fingering and thrashing, I hadn't realized that my tits had popped free from my bikini top! I'm positive Elsa knew what I'd just done. I blushed and stammered a bit, not able to articulate an excuse as I tucked my tits away, and put my bottoms back on. After Elsa and I spent time together in jacuzzi I went to the dressing room. I left my cubicle's door unlocked, undressed and started masturbating. I was still so horny by what I'd done that I had to cum again!" Stefan moaned quietly. "When I dressed and went back outside, Elsa was waiting for me. She smiled broadly, put her head next to mine, and said that next time I should be quieter! My face must've turned scarlet, because she was telling me that everyone in the dressing room had heard me cum! I think I can never return to that swimming pool now." She giggled. "However, it led to another really good thing. Elsa asked me if I'd like to go to her place with her, and mentioned I wouldn't have to be quiet there at all!" Stefan's eyes grew big. "You mean the two of you..." his voice trailed off. She grinned. "We sure did! We had some wine, and then we had sex together. I guess hearing me cum like that got her quite aroused as well." "Wow," Stefan gasped. "These missions are having unanticipated consequences." He blushed a bit, because he saw her looking at the wet spot on his pants. She laughed and pointed. "I guess they are! You certainly are getting all hot and bothered, it seems." He blushed a little more. "Let's see if I can get you hot and bothered, as well. This time I wrote out the instructions for your mission. Here they are." He handed her a note. As she read the note, her eyes grew bigger and bigger. Unconsciously, one of her hands rose up, and splayed out in the center of her chest. As she continued reading, that hand drifted to one of her tits, and started rubbing it through her blouse. "So... fucking... hot!! I love this!" she moaned. "You've outdone yourself this time! I hope I can make all this happen. See you next week." As she left, she strongly suspected that Stefan was at that moment freeing his cock from his pants, and pumping himself to a furious orgasm. "Too bad he didn't ask me for help," she chuckled. When they met a week later, she was starry-eyed with triumph. "Wow! What a mission," she confided. "Elsa was indeed ready to not only go clubbing with me – she was ready to help me be really naughty, too. I'm not sure if she knows where I get these ideas, but she hinted that maybe I could challenge her to do some tasks, too. We'll see if that happens." Stefan swallowed hard, wondering what he'd started. "For this mission to work, I knew I had to get a vibrator that I could insert in my pussy, but it had to have no wired controller – only a remote. I got one that fitted snugly inside me, with only a string loop hanging out, so I could remove it when the night was over. Before I inserted it, I showered to make myself clean and fragrant, and then gave myself a lovely orgasm to make my pussy all nice and slippery. The vibrator slid in with little effort, and I could hold it with my cunt muscles, so I didn't need any panties." Stefan pictured her standing naked, cunt gleaming, with only a small string loop hanging between her thighs. His cock stiffened again. "Braless, I stepped into a long, silky dress," she continued. "It had no straps or sleeves – only elastic that held it partway down my breasts, about to here." She pointed to a line that must've been just above the top edge of her areolae. The hem went down to about my mid-calf, or lower. Its silky texture made it swirl attractively as I danced. I looked in my mirror, and my nipples were evident as they pushed out at the soft fabric." Stefan moaned quietly, wishing he'd been there. "I met Elsa, as planned, at the entrance to the club. Before we entered, I took her aside and passed her the remote control to the vibrator, and explained how to switch it on and off, and how to adjust the intensity. Her eyes seemed to glow with happiness, since I was giving her control of my arousal. That playful minx blasted me with full power for about 3 seconds, just to see if she could make me jump. I jumped, much to her delight. Then we entered the club." Absentmindedly, Stefan was rubbing his thighs as he listened. "The club was a pretty wild scene. Flashing lights, loud music, people dancing and drinking. It wasn't long before some guys were chatting us up, and buying us drinks. We sat at a table, and had to lean close to hear each other over the noise. I didn't realize that Elsa had her hands under the table, playing with the remote control. She set it on low, and the sudden vibrations made me gasp slightly. I think the guy I was talking to just thought I was fascinated by the story he was telling. Under the table, I crossed my legs, trying to dampen the vibrations in my cunt, and my foot brushed his leg. He must've thought I was coming on to him, because he smiled broadly at that." Thinking about her sitting there at the club, legs crossed, pussy vibrating, made Stefan smile, too. "I breathed a sigh of relief when Elsa switched off the vibrator. Around that time, the guy asked me to dance, so we joined the crowd on the dance floor. The beat of the music made me bounce up and down, and my tits gyrated and wobbled under my dress. My nipples stiffened as they rubbed on the material, of course. I think the guy's attention was focused on my tits, and that was good, because Elsa hit my cunt with a blast of vibrations that momentarily made my eyeballs roll up sockets! She'd cranked the controls to the highest setting, and I danced more wildly than ever before! Some people even moved back away from us a bit, as I whooped and leaped like a crazy woman. Elsa switched the vibrator off, and I calmed a bit, making a face at her. She smiled such an innocent smile in reply!" Stefan had a vivid imagination. His cock stiffened even more, and pressed at his pants, making them tent upward. She ignored that as she continued, "Elsa really had fun with me. She'd turn on the vibrator at the worst possible moments. Sometimes the bursts were short – other times they were so very long that I thought I'd go insane! She turned it on when I was hugging a woman friend I saw there at the club. That poor woman probably wondered why, mid-hug, I suddenly squeezed her tight and rubbed my chest against hers. There wasn't any way to explain that, so I just blushed a deep red and hurried back to our table. At another point, I was telling this story to a guy, leaning close to him, and Elsa turned it on full blast, and left it running. My mouth fell open, and I couldn't speak! I had to fight not to close my eyes in ecstasy! The guy asked if I was all right, and I gasped out that I needed to pee, and rushed toward the toilets." She blushed anew, remembering that moment, and Stefan thought she looked marvelous like that, with her glowing pink cheeks framed by her honey blonde hair. "Did you make it to the toilets?" he asked. She giggled, "Well, my knees were buckling, and I looked so desperate that the woman at the front of the line waved for me to go in ahead of her. I raced into a stall, and closed the door, and the intense vibrations were relentless! I pulled my dress up, and straddled the toilet, just as my orgasm hit! My legs clutched the edges of the toilet, straining, as my cum juices started dripping down. I lowered myself, riding the waves of that climax, and as it eased, I also held my labia open, so I could actually piss. Elsa left that vibrator on full power until I finally emerged from the ladies room. I made a playful gesture with my hand, signaling what a bitch she was being. She, in turn, flicked the vibrator on and off, on and off, over and over, as I walked back to our table." Stefan laughed heartily. "Sounds to me like you found the perfect person to control that remote." "Yes," she agreed. "Elsa was inspired, that night. But the best is yet to come." Stefan's eyes sparkled. "Yes? What else happened?" "Secretly, I undid one of the straps on my shoe. I danced through two more songs before a guy noticed that. We were dancing on the crowded dance floor, and he leaned close to tell me about my shoe. I looked down and acted surprised to see the loose strap. Stooping down right there, I started fixing it, while the guy waited, and the crowd moved away a little to give me room. But while I was down there, sneakily I carefully planted my other foot on the hem of my dress. With my shoe fixed, I stood up again. But my dress was trapped under that other shoe, and it was suddenly yanked down to almost my waist! Topless now, I stood there a moment, as if I was in shock – as if I couldn't believe that my dress had caught, and that my breasts were now exposed! The guy I was dancing with, and the people nearby all got a good eyeful of my partial nudity before my hands flew up to cover my tits. They were laughing at what had happened, as I was looking down at my feet, trying to move my shoe off the bottom of my dress. Then I had to stop covering my tits, so my hands could grab my dress top, and pull it back up into place." "That must've been very embarrassing," Stefan commiserated. But that wet spot again appeared in his pants, near the location of his swollen cock head. "It was humiliating," she agreed. "Mortifying. I was thrilled at the feeling coursing through me from that humiliation, of course. And it increased as Elsa again hit my cunt with high intensity vibrations. I grabbed the guy's arm, and begged him to take me back to my chair. He probably thought my knees were weak from shock and embarrassment. I was actually on the verge of another orgasm! You know how much being humiliated turns me on, Stefan. Standing there on a crowded dance floor, half naked, was such a turn on that I almost didn't need the vibrator to cum. The guy helped me to my chair, and was patting my back, trying to reassure me. But I'd crossed my arms on the table top, and pillowed my head on them, hiding my face. I moaned and shook. The guy thought I was doing that in dismay, but I was having an amazing orgasm, right there in front of everyone. Elsa switched off the vibrator, to let me rest, finally." "Wow. Half naked in a crowd, and then having a cum at the table, with some guy you barely knew patting your back? You must've been in heaven!" Stefan crowed. "Oh, I was! I was!" she agreed. "After that, we sat for a while. I couldn't get up right away, because, as I whispered into Elsa's ear, the part of my dress I was sitting on was very wet. We let it dry before thanking the guys, and leaving the club. We decided to go to Elsa's place, where she took this picture of me in that dress, yanked down to where it was out on the dance floor." She showed Stefan the picture with her cell phone. He groaned at it, appreciatively, and the wetness in his pants spread. Her story was driving him crazy with lust, and that picture was bringing it to a peak. She took pity on him. "I think your cock must be begging to be freed, Stefan. I think you're close to cumming. My report is almost finished – would you like me to help you cum as I tell you the rest?" "Oh my god, yes! Yes, please!" he begged. "I'm going nuts!" Kneeling swiftly, she undid his belt, and opened his pants. She pulled his pants and underpants down to his ankles, and cupped his balls with one hand, grasping his throbbing dick with the other. Starting to pump him slowly, she continued, "After she took the picture, Elsa pulled my dress off completely, and made me show her my body. I had to give her a good look at my tits, and my ass. I had to open my pussy lips and let her see the vibrator loop hanging out of my cunt. Making me get on her bed, face up, she put her lips on my clit, and set the vibrator to its highest setting again. She started giggling since my clit was buzzing against her lips, tickling them. But she stopped giggling as another orgasm washed through me, because she was busy sucking at my cunt." She was massaging Stefan's balls, and still pumping slowly. Her hand was getting wet because his precum was streaming down the shaft of his dick now. "After I recovered, Elsa made me undress her, and kiss and lick her tits, and even gently bite her nipples. Her cunt was wet when she pressed it against mine, scissoring our legs together. She moaned loudly when she turned the vibrator on again, because her cunt was feeling the vibrations that were being generated in mine! We started grinding together, pulling hard on each other to press our wide open cunts together. The swollen pussy lips of our cunts mashed together, like we were kissing each other down there! When Elsa came, she squirted, and her hot spray shot against, and into, my cunt, triggering my cum to blend with hers! It was the start of a long, sexy, magical evening for us." Stefan could hold back no longer, especially since her pumping hand was moving faster and faster as she remembered her shared orgasm with Elsa. He gasped, "That's it! I'm..." With a long, keening cry, he gripped the arms of the chair as his dick spewed a white, sticky glob of his semen about eight inches straight up out of the head of his cock! That glob then fell, splatting on his cock as a second blast launched. Then a third. His cock and balls became coated with his spurts of cum. She watched this wonderful sight, inhaling the scent of his fresh semen, spicy and arousing. She pumped until his dick softened and went limp in her hands. He was slumped back in the chair now, eyes closed, and smiling a wide smile of satisfaction. She lifted her T-shirt, and rubbed some of his cum on her tits, which were not enclosed in a bra. After she smeared enough to make them gleam with a lovely seminal coating, she rubbed the rest into his groin, lower belly, and thighs. Resting her head on one of his knees, she looked up into his face, awaiting her next mission.

Micro-Pussy by hwrstories Stretching procedure in front of medical students. Because of a mix-up with my appointment, the receptionist had said the doctor could only see me if some medical students observed the exam. I'd wanted to refuse what I imagined to be essentially a few extra doctors in the background. So I was distraught to be shown into a room so large it had double doors, a crowd of about twenty chatty first-year students watching me. And in the centre of the room, the thing I had been avoiding for basically my whole life, a reclining gynaecology chair. It was only my first year in university, and the students here looked young enough to be in my English classes or sharing my dorm. But the time had come where I could no longer put this off. I needed a medical opinion. It was obvious who the doctor was, a thirty-something pretty woman, well-dressed with short dark hair. I walked over to where she waited with the class. I had been expecting some kind preliminary chat, but she hadn't even offered me a seat. I couldn't stop looking at the spacious reclining chair with its ridiculously outstretched footrests. "I've just read the form the receptionist gave you. Would you tell me what the problem is exactly?" The class weren't exactly silent, but they were attentive. They stood behind the doctor in a messy semicircle. Being in the spotlight like this would have made me nervous under normal circumstances. "Yes," I said, and then hesitated before starting. "I tried to have sex with my boyfriend recently, for the first time, but we couldn't." "Have you tried to have penetrative intercourse before?" "Not. Well. With fingers." I laughed nervously, eyes darting over the watching peers. "Can you penetrate yourself?" "Yes. Well, kind of. With one finger." The students were whispering together behind the doctor, looking curious. "So, you have a small vagina?" "Yes." My mouth was so dry. "Your outer labia as well as your opening?" "Eh, my. Both." I was getting sweaty. "Okay, well you drop your underpants, and I'll have a look." "Here?" I was standing in the middle of the room, had my rear facing the unlocked double doors onto a busy corridor. She didn't answer, and I began fumbling with the button of my jeans. I had to get it done, quick and painless. Couldn't ignore it any longer. I wanted to finally have sex, needed this sorted. In one motion, I pushed my trousers down to my knees. I grabbed the waistband of my panties, whipped them down, and stood up straight. There it was. Out in the open. I'd finally done it. It was no longer a secret. There was an explosion of chatter from the students. "Oh my God," one of the girls said, laughing, before she could stop. "What the fuck?" "Jesus," a guy blurted. My hands quickly covered my privates, wanting to burst into tears. But the doctor reached down and moved my arms to my sides. Everyone was craning for a better look. The doctor looked fascinated too. "Oh wow," she said. "How unusual." She lifted the bottom of my T-shirt a bit, and asked me to hold it. I had shaved a week ago, for when I'd tried to have sex with Adam. So I had a bit of dark stubble on my pubis and lips. It did nothing to hide my miniscule, protruding pussy though. My mound was a tiny but distinct bulge that stuck out between my legs, about 3cm wide. Very rounded, almost like half a ping-pong ball, it projected down from the bottom of my pubis. Not being wide enough to reach my inner thighs made it so much more pronounced, despite its size. My lips were puffy enough to be noticeable, with a very short, simple slit between them. "That is very tiny," said the doctor. I thought I could see a hint of amusement in her eyes. "I've never seen a vagina like that before. Well, this will be an interesting examination. Why don't you finish getting undressed. Everything off, please." I pulled up my panties and jeans, waiting for her to tell me where I could strip. "Right here is fine," she said. "There isn't a curtain to go behind? Or a gown." "There's no curtain, but I'll get you a gown." I was left alone in front of the murmuring class for few seconds as she walked away and then returned holding a long, white paper vest. "I can put your things on the table here," she said, as if being helpful. "Thanks," I grumbled. I knelt to untie my shoes, and handed them over with my socks. Then down came my trousers, all the way off, and I'd folded them and handed them over too. There was a painful squirming in my gut. I pulled my top up and over my head, and held it to my chest for a moment before reluctantly letting the doctor take it. I felt like my knees were about to give way. Here were twenty college students, whispering and smiling, while I stood in my little blue bra and knickers. "Your underwear, please. Bra too." I took a deep, shaky breath, and reached behind my back. The straps loosened, and I shrugged them off my shoulders. I put an arm under the cups to cover my boobs, and then handed the bra over. I wasn't skinny exactly, or not naturally at least. But I was petite and in good shape. I had a slim waist, and while my stomach wasn't flat, it was tight. What I appreciated most about my body was my soft, bronzed skin. My skin suited what I thought was quite a pretty face, as well as my shoulder-length, black, curly hair. However, my breasts were a little on the small side. There was definitely something there. They bounced when I walked. But not much more than a handful. Still keeping my nipples covered with my right arm, I struggled a bit to pull my knickers down with just my left hand. Eventually, I got them low enough that they dropped to the floor of their own accord. My weird crotch exposed, I bent quickly to pick them up, and as soon as I'd passed them to the doctor, my hand had sprung down to my pussy. I was frantically wondering how I was going to get the gown on without showing everyone my entire nude body. The doctor was about to give the paper vest to me, when I heard the door behind me opening, and someone calling in to the doctor. I gasped, cringing, and looked over my shoulder to see a man poking his head in through one of the double doors. "Sorry," he said. "I can see you have a class. But could you spare a moment?" Before I could protest, the doctor had started to walk away, carrying my gown with her. I wanted to scream for her to come back, but I was too mortified to make a peep. I turned back to the class, who were more animated with the absence of the doctor, all talking about me, even pointing. I was completely overwhelmed, dazed. I heard a second man's voice, and the sound of the corridor, and stared over my shoulder to see one of the double doors wide open, my doctor now talking with two men. One was standing right inside the room, the other talking from the corridor as he held the door. People were passing by, glancing into the room curiously at the nude young woman with her brown bottom completely on display. They were obviously wrapping up their conversation, the men finally going to leave, when my doctor said, loudly "Actually, before you go, you've got to see this." And in a second, she was leading one of them over to me while the other waited, leaning casually against the open door while he watched. "Will you turn around for us?" the doctor asked me. "I'd like my colleague to have a look at you." On the verge of tears, my legs barely supporting me, I faced them, showing my clenched bottom to the class. There were a few laughs from behind me and increased whispering. "Well," said the doctor. "Take your hand away." People were passing almost continuously in the corridor, gawping right at me, most of them clearly patients. I slowly moved my hand, until my vagina was completely exposed. I could feel droplets of sweat running from my armpits down my sides. "Oh, how weird." He bent to get a better look. "I've seen a few micro-vaginas before, but nothing as strange as this. Odd the way it sticks out like that. You've got a very lucky class here, this is rare. You're going to do dilation today?" "What's dilation?" I stammered, cutting off the doctor before she could speak. "If your opening is as small as you've told me," she said. "Then the only treatment will be to dilate you with increasingly large cylinders. Stretching you, essentially." "Stretching me?" I gasped. "Well anyway," the doctor said to her friend. "I thought you would be interested." They had finished looking, and I finally covered myself, my bottom still on view to the class. "You know," said the man. "You should really be documenting this procedure. It's such an unusual case. I'll send a couple of technicians along to take pictures." "That's a wonderful idea," said the doctor, lighting up. "Please." "Wait, hold on," I said. But the man was walking away, and the doctor was turning me by my shoulder, towards the class. I heard the door close, and glanced back to confirm. "Oh, how silly," said the doctor, still beaming from the man's suggestion. "I've got your gown. Sorry about that. Here you go." She held it out to me. The class went a little quiet, knowing I would need to uncover something. I took my hand from my vagina, and turned around to put the gown on and tie it at my back, the two halves not meeting. "Let's get you in position then, before the technicians arrive." "I'm really not sure about being photographed," I said quietly, trying not to let the class hear. She led me over to the chair. The back was reclined at about thirty degrees from the flat seat. She ushered me onto the seat, and got me to lay down. The plastic was cold on the bare part of my bottom and back. I managed to make sure the gown's middle at the front hung over my vagina. "Make sure you've all got a view," she called out to the class. They'd been hanging back a bit. But at her words, they crowded behind her while she lifted my legs one at a time, placing my calves on the stirrups. I was still managing to keep control of the gown hanging over my crotch. My hands were resting protectively on my abdomen, but I had to move them so I could raise myself, to help her shift me further down the chair. Hidden only by this short, thin curtain of paper, my buttocks were at the very edge of the chair. With my legs being held up, unable to move them, I was so vulnerable. She was messing about, adjusting the positions of the stirrups, the gown wavering dangerously. When she'd stopped tampering, my thighs were at a fully ninety degrees to the horizontal seat of the chair. She'd left my calves coming straight forward, horizontally, and my knees were out by more than a foot from my body on either side. There wasn't any position that would have put my vagina and ass more on display. I wiped sweat from my forehead and upper lip, and put my arm back on the chair. She pulled a stool to between my legs, sat down, and lifted a small pad with buttons connected to the chair by a cord. I jumped as the chair jerked and started to rise with a loud hum. She let go of the control when I was high enough that my crotch was nearly at her eye level, my ass about three feet off the ground. "Okay. Ready for the grand unveiling, are we?" she joked. "No, wait," I blurted. "Don't." But she had lifted the flap of paper, and was folding it back at my stomach. She moved, so that the class could see. A few of the women put their hands to their mouths. "Oh my God," one of them said, looking almost sick by how exposed I was. People were shaking their heads in disbelief. Looking fearfully down, I could see my bare, stumbly pubis and half my tiny mound, curving off out of view. There was a lot of giggling and talking, as they all jostled to see between my splayed legs. As small as my slit was, I knew I must be showing the pink between my lips. I could feel my buttocks, and even my asshole, stretched apart. The door opened, and I nearly screamed. Two new men were walking towards us, wearing white scrubs, and the door didn't close fast enough to avoid two passing people glance into the room. One of the men was carrying a DSLR camera and other a small but serious looking lamp on a tripod. "Great timing," my doctor said. "Why don't you set up, while I get the right equipment." And she walked away, leaving me unobscured. The man with the camera, when he got close enough to see exactly what everyone was looking at, let out a snort of amusement. The other just gave a low whistle. He set up his lamp a few feet in front of my crotch, to the side of the stool so the light wouldn't be blocked. I was shaking, wanting to run out of there, but I was trapped, petrified. My brain wasn't functioning like it normally did. Everything seemed dulled, like a dream. The lamp clicked on and I was covered in pure, white light. "I'll just do a test shot," said the guy with the camera to his colleague, and raised the DLSR, obviously getting my whole body, even my face. He looked at the screen, showed it to the other man, and they agreed the lighting was good. I couldn't even imagine the kind of view everyone was getting now, absolutely no detail hidden by the tiniest shadow. This group of strangers were getting a better look at my vagina and asshole than even I ever had. The students started to part a bit to let the doctor back. She put a tray on a metal table, and wheeled it over before sitting between my legs. I raised myself on an elbow to see what she had brought. My stomach lurched so painfully that I had to lie back down. A bottle that looked like hand soap, but that I guessed was lube. Also, a long, nondescript cardboard box. A tiny roll of measuring tape. But the items that made me feel sick were five translucent plastic cylinders. Each about twenty centimetres long, except for the thickest, which was half the length. In width, they ranged from half a centimetre to about five. The class were looking at the tray and talking together. This doctor didn't really expect me to be able to fit those in me, surely. Adam couldn't even get his index finger in when we'd tried last week. She was putting on a pair of white gloves, and without asking if I was comfortable, started to explore the outside of my labia. She was pressing at my lips, and then started to pull them apart as far as they went. My outer slit being so short, I knew she was probably holding the whole thing open. She leant in closer, and I practically spasmed as her fingertip touched my hole, pressing down. "Remarkable. Yes, you're one of the few women in the world to have a micro-vagina. It's a rare vaginal abnormality. What I need to find out now are the measurements of your vagina, including the depth. But first," she said to the technician with the camera. "Will you take a photograph, please? I want to monitor each stage of the procedure." She moved to the side a little, keeping one hand pressed down on my lips. The man leant in close, and I winced as I heard the shutter snap. He looked at the close up of my open pussy on the camera screen, before nodding. She let go of me, saying "And one with the labia closed." He took another picture. The doctor was taking the small roll of measuring tape from the tray, and was pressing the flat plastic against my lips. "Full length of outer labia is 5cm," she said as she wrote it down. Then she was leaning into my crotch again, and I felt the push of plastic. "Length of external opening is 3.2cm. Width of left outer lip is 1.5cm, right 1.1." She was easing my labia apart. "Left inner lip 2.8cm long, right 2.5. Clitoris..." I gasped at her touch. "Approximates 3 millimetres. And maximum inner opening is 1cm across by... 1.8 down. Vaginal hole less than 2 millimetres. Wow, I think this might be a new world record," she said, and everybody except me laughed. She reached to the tray, and from the bottle, pumped a transparent glob of lube onto her gloved fingertips. She rubbed some around my hole, trying to coat the inside as much as possible. My vagina was suddenly very sensitive to the cold air. She applied the rest to the end of the thinnest plastic stick. I was really starting to feel like I was about to pass out, lying back weakly in the chair. "Now this might feel a little uncomfortable." "I'm actually really not feeling so good." "Oh, don't worry. That's probably just from the nerves of having so many people watching." And then I inhaled sharply as I felt the hard plastic tip poking at my hole. "Oh wow," she commented. "So tight. Can you try to relax a bit? I can see your muscles tensing." She was twisting the rod, working it in a millimetre at a time. And then I moaned in disgust as it started to penetrate me, passing my opening. It was sinking deeper, going through my insides. I looked fearfully around at the twenty watching peers, eyes all fixed on the intimate procedure. I was so nude, shivering with just the paper gown covering my chest, raised so high off the ground on this chair. "Oh," I shouted, my voice shaky. "Stop." It had bumped at my back wall, a very unfamiliar feeling. A moment, and then I felt it slipping quickly out of me. She had her thumb marking the rod, and compared it to her measuring tape. "The depth of a woman varies," she told me, writing the number down. "10 to 15cm is the average. You're at 6cm. So while you are very shallow, you're lucky that it's only your opening and external vagina that are astonishingly small. This means that we can perform a simple dilating procedure to fix the issue of you not being able to have intercourse." The students hadn't stopped staring at my now unobscured ass and lubricated vagina. "So," she continued calmly. "It's very important that we move between the sizes of instruments as quickly as possible, or your hole will close up and we'll have to start all over again. You won't be able to have any breaks. I'll only pause briefly between insertions so that we can photograph the changes to your hole. Sound okay?" "No! I don't want to do this, please." She was lubricating the top of another plastic rod, which was about a centimetre across. "Oh, don't be silly. You'll be fine." And before I could catch my breath, she was bent forward at my vagina again. The plastic tip was pushing at my tight hole, while she kept my lips prised open. I could feel her twisting it back and forth. I let out a loud, shuddering moan as it began to enter me painfully. I tensed defensively as she forced it deeper. She didn't insert it completely to my back wall this time, but began to pump the rod in and out in front of everyone. I could see the length of skinny plastic moving, sticking out under the curve of my minute mound. "Okay," she announced. "Ready for the next one." But instead of pulling it out of me, she stepped aside, holding the rod further up. Everyone was talking and staring, with a perfect and brightly lit view. The cameraman stepped up, leaning close to me, and the shutter snapped. "You're so tight," she remarked to me. "I wonder if the probe would stay in by itself." And with that, she let go of the stick. It stayed poking out, long and trembling absurdly. But then I felt it rapidly leaving my body, and as much as I tried to stop it, it popped out completely. The doctor caught it, and laughed with the class. "Well, I guess not," she said. "Worth a try." My little hole already felt so stretched. I knew it was nothing compared to a normal woman, but I felt like everyone could see straight inside me. The students were whispering and giggling as they stared. I was lying breathless, watching the doctor as she applied a glob of lube to another cylinder, rubbing it along the first quarter. This was impossible. This wasn't happening. "Ah," said the doctor, remembering, and turned to the camera wielding technician. "Would you get a picture of her? Be quick, I need to get this in." When he was done, the doctor was at my crotch again, pushing the plastic against my hole. But this time I wasn't going to let it happen. I tensed as hard as I could to stop her from penetrating me. I was putting a stop to this nightmare. "You need to relax," she told me. I was petrified, but determined. After a minute of twisting the rod hopelessly at my opening, she sighed and leaned back. "Well," she said. "Seems like it's not going to go in. Don't worry, I expected this might happen." And my heart soared as I watched her reach over to put the cylinder back on the tray. Was this really ending? But I heard her fumbling with something, and as weak as I was, I managed to raise myself up to see her taking a large, white object out of the unmarked cardboard box. "No way..." one of the students said. They were all murmuring excitedly. When I saw the revulsion on some of the girls' faces, I knew it must be bad. The doctor was holding up a long, thick, gradual cone with a round point about the size of a tangerine at the wide end. Surely she wasn't expecting to get that inside me. It was huge. But then she pressed a button on the side, and it started to vibrate loudly. I whimpered, powerless and naked. With my legs raised right up like they were, held by my calves, it felt like I was being suspended, hanging from my knees. Everything between my thighs was so insanely vulnerable. The doctor was leaning in, the massive vibrator still whirring. She turned to the cameraman. "Would you mind getting in on my side here, and just take a picture every few seconds. Make sure to get her hole clearly. I want to document how it widens while I stimulate her." And without saying anything to me, she was rubbing the lubricant from my hole to my clitoris, my whole body jerking. I was making this weird, panicky whinnying noise, unable to stop. I had never felt so disgusting and desperate in my life. She was separating my lips with one hand. I braced myself, still making that high-pitched, breathy sound. And then the vibrator touched the top of my vagina, right on my exposed clit, the mechanical noise instantly dulled, and I let out a loud, long "Oh." I was breathing sharply, trying to stop my body from spasming, but I could see my legs twitching and shaking. "Oh," I shouted again. "Oh. Please, stop. Don't. No, don't." But she was pushing down harder, nudging the ball up and down by a millimetre. The technician was bent next to her, taking pictures. The class were closer than ever, trying to get a view. It was all I could do to stop my body from convulsing completely. I'd never felt such an extreme stimulation before. "Ah," I cried out. "Wait, wait, wait." But it was too late. "Aah!" I was having an orgasm, right in front of these people. I tried to control my contorted face. And then the vibrator switched off and the room was silent apart from my desperate, ragged breathing. I felt repulsive, lying with my legs in the air, drenched in sweat. "Oops," said the doctor teasingly, surveying my sensitive pussy. "Looks like somebody's had a little orgasm." She moved back so the class could examine me properly. "See how dilated and wet she is now? And the clear liquid dribbling out of her? Hey," she said to the technician. "Make sure you get a good picture of that." She was fumbling around on the metal tray. "So before, there was no way this probe was going in." I was brought out of my state of shock, as something hard and thick poked at my hole and started to enter me, touching my insides. "But see how easily I can penetrate her now?" She was happily pushing the long rod in and out, with a new and very distinct squelching noise coming from between my legs. She was seriously stretching me. I'd never had anything this large inside me in my life. She wasn't just moving it in and out, but enthusiastically twisting it and pulling it side to side, stimulating parts of my delicate insides that had never been touched. And then the sound in the room changed, got louder. I couldn't figure it out. Was I finally passing out? Or had I passed out and I was now coming to? I realised that everyone was looking towards the double doors. Mortified, I saw a man in a white coat holding one of the doors open. People were passing by, slowing to stare in embarrassed disbelief. "Sorry to interrupt," he said. I was wincing as the doctor continued to pump the rod, getting more careless. "Oh," she said. "No problem at all. How can I help." I gasped as she bumped at the back of my insides, not seeming to notice. Her thrusts were getting harder as she chatted. I couldn't even tell what they were saying. My body would jolt as she continued to recklessly hit my back wall. I was sweating and staring helplessly at the stranger in the door and the people passing. I was trying to keep my mouth from opening as I fought off another orgasm. I could feel my face tensing against my will, my legs shaking. The twenty students watched me closely, the girls in particular whispering purposefully together, either laughing or looking nervous, clearly noticing my newfound panic. I gritted my teeth, determined not to. I felt like a freak. And then I was shaken loose from my daze as I realised the doctor was saying my name. She was finally slowing her penetration. "Yes?" I gasped. I wanted to cry. I wanted to run out of there and never think of this day again. "Were you listening?" she asked, finally stopping her hand. "No," I squealed. "The doctor here," she nodded to the door. "He needs this room so he can use the body scanner. But don't worry, there's another room free down the corridor. Only thing is, we can't interrupt the procedure, so we'll wheel you along in the chair as you are." "The... corridor. No, please," I whimpered, trying not to wince as the rod moved. "I can't." "I know it's very exposing, but it'll be over in a few seconds. Otherwise, we'll have to start the whole procedure from scratch." Appalled, I looked to the open door and the people passing by. The man in the doorway smiled at me, as if being encouraging. I was stunned, this was impossible. "We'll go ahead then?" she asked. And before I could think, she was giving instructions to the two technicians, still holding onto the rod so it didn't escape. My vision was starting to blur. I jumped as the wheels of the chair were unlocked. My pulse was so loud in my ears, I couldn't hear anything. As the chair started to move, the vulnerability was overwhelming. Two students were holding the double doors wide. I couldn't see any details, but I was aware of figures in the corridor stopping to stare, making space for us. The doctor, keeping the plastic stick stretching my tiny, freakish pussy, slowly led the way. On my back, nearly naked, wide eyed and defenceless, I looked up at my surroundings. The technicians were guiding the chair, the class following. And suddenly I was passing through the door and a dozen strangers were getting a close and unobscured view of my stretched and penetrated micro-vagina and asshole. With my legs straight up in the air, so uncontrolled and impossibly spread, my ass right at the edge of the seat, I felt again like I was about to faint. I held on tight to the chair as I was turned, feeling so unstable. Going straight, down the middle of the corridor, people were moving out the way, watching as I slowly passed. I kept a vice-like grip on the chair, while my other hand tried to guard my paper vest, so aware of how close I was to being completely nude. Something was happening ahead. I closed my eyes tight, feeling dizzy, and opened them, trying to see. There was a group of people, blocking the corridor. As we got nearer, I started to hyperventilate, as I saw a second group of twenty or so first-year students. I started to whimper. "Please," I whispered, but the doctor ignored me. With my legs splayed obscenely, I was being wheeled straight towards this second class. Another huge group of peers were about to see my life-long secret in extreme detail. I was whining uncontrollably as we stopped dead in front of the new class. I wanted to scream. They were all whispering and staring. I heard laughter. And then I moaned as I spotted Calum, the guy I'd had a crush on since meeting him the first week of university. He looked shocked, but seeing me notice him he smiled and waved, starting to move forward, approaching my pathetic, suspended body. Up close, he cast an eye over my revolting pussy, before focusing on my contorted face. "Hello," he said, relaxed and trying to hide a smirk. "Funny seeing you here. What the hell is happening?" His eyes flicked back to the rod sticking out of me, the doctor still holding it. She was addressing the new doctor, another woman. "We're just changing rooms," she explained. "We were in the middle of a dilating procedure, as you can see. So we didn't want to interrupt the stretching and have to start again." I couldn't believe they were standing here having a conversation. Smiling kindly, the new doctor bent down to get a good look at my vagina. "Oh wow, what an unusual shape. I'd love for my class to see a procedure like this. So rare for a woman to be quite so small and disformed." "Well," said my doctor brightly. "We're moving to Room 1-11, so there's more than enough room. Why don't you all join us." I gasped at the suggestion, jerking as my stomach cramped painfully. Calum sniggered at my reaction, but the two doctors ignored me. In a moment we were moving, continuing along the corridor, and then we were turning, and going through another set of double doors, into a room even bigger than before, with a huge window along the far wall. "Please," I said to my doctor as she directed the technicians to position me in the middle of the room. "Please, this is too many people." I jumped as I saw someone passing the window, looking right in at me. I managed to push myself onto my elbows and saw that the window led directly onto the path from the patient carpark to the main entrance. On my way in I had taken this exact route along the side of the building. I dropped back, desperately trying not to cry. I watched another person walk past, shocked to see the absurd scene - a nearly naked young woman, a long stick protruding from her vagina, in the middle of a room of about forty people. "So," announced the doctor, standing beside me so she could keep the rod inserted. I couldn't stop from whimpering. "We're all set up now. Our patient here has never had intercourse because, as you can see, she has a micro-vagina. She's a first-year student, like all of you. You might have even seen her around campus," she joked. "So you know how important sex is at your age. Today, we're doing a stretching procedure. "We've already measured her. And I'll get you all a copy of the measurements after we're done here." My eyes flicked to Calum, who was staring at me as he listened. "And so far, not including gauging her depth, we've done two sizes, and we're about to insert the third. I can tell you, it wasn't easy. We had to use a vibrator to get the last one in. And that worked very well," she said, turning to me. "You even had a little orgasm, didn't you?" Everyone laughed, the whispering intensifying. "This is by far the tightest and most unusual vagina I've seen in ten years of medical practice. Which is why we have these two technicians here, documenting such an unusual abnormality." She turned back to me. "You're going to be in a new position for this next procedure. It's not so comfortable for you, which is why I'm only doing it at the later stages. But it opens you up a lot more, so I think it will be necessary. "I'm going to remove this probe, we'll allow the class to get a quick look, the technician will take a picture, and then we'll turn you over onto your elbows and knees to start with the next size. Someone was carrying the tray, yes? Oh great, thank you." She took it from a student with one hand, and the new doctor pulled over a little table to set it on. "Okay, everyone get close. Ready to see the tiniest hole in the world?" My eyes were locked on Calum, right at the front of the crowd. As the rod left me, I let out a loud, unwilling groan. There was the briefest moment of relief before the doctor's fingers were at my lips, spreading them, and I felt the cold air on my pink insides. A few people gasped. Calum's mouth was open as he and his peers studied my minuscule vulva and hole. Then the technician was bending forward and the camera shutter clicked. Working quickly, the doctor was removing my numb legs from the stirrups and had her hands on my hips, guiding me round onto my front. Shaking and terrified, letting her contort me, I was rolling over. She brought my backside up, so I was on my knees. The paper gown immediately fell forward, away from my breasts, and I frantically pressed it back to my chest with an arm, the other supporting me. I was drenched in sweat. "Ah," she muttered. "This is getting the way." And she was pushing the gown to my shoulders. I was so naked, my ass in the air, only my breasts barely covered. But then the gown tightened momentarily, and loosened completely, the sides of it falling away from my body. She had untied it. She moved to my head, and reclined the backrest so the chair became a table. "I'll need both your elbows here and your head as low as it can go, so that your back's at a diagonal to your bottom. Forearms flat on the table please." Defeated, I let go, revealing my small chest. I looked down and saw them hanging, nipples erect. And behind them, my whole nude body, including my tiny, round vagina. "This looks awkward actually," she said, and started to force the armholes of my gown down and past my hands until I was no longer wearing it and then she had pulled it out from under me completely. She was moving back to my rear. I closed my eyes, face pressed onto the table. I felt her hands at my thighs, pushing them apart, my knees out from my body. I heard the camera shutter go, and then her fingers were at my lips, separating them for the class. "Her hole is already so much wider than when we started," she pointed out. She let go for a moment, and I was left with my pussy on show. I opened my eyes and saw two young men out the window, walking slowly by as they stared at my entire naked body. I shut my eyes tight again, mortified. And then I forgot the window, as a wet, hard object was pushing at my hole. "Ah," I cried. "It's too big." Everyone laughed. The doctor rotated the probe, pressing, until it started to enter me. I moaned, utterly degraded. It was going deeper, touching my insides, and she stopped before it hit the back of me. I heard her moving aside, and the chatter and giggles from the students got louder as they took their time examining me. As they inspected me, she was continuing to pump the rob in and out, twisting it. I had to bite my bottom lip, but couldn't stop my hips from jerking, my body from trembling. I could feel my little hanging breasts wobbling. "Oh," I squealed, my face distorting. "Oh." Accidentally or not, she was getting deeper. The camera clicked, and the rod was finally being retracted, leaving me feeling disgustingly wide. Her fingers were back at my tiny lips, spreading them, and there were a few pitying gasps. "It's an understatement to say that it's on the small side, but you can all see she would be ready for cautious penial penetration now, as long as she follows my post-procedure instructions." The camera shutter went again, making me wince. If there had been any doubt before, these photographs were now capturing my insides in sickening detail. "Alright," said the doctor cheerily. "Last one." I remembered the largest, shorter cylinder, and started to pant loudly. Naked with my ass in the air, legs apart, I was more exposed than I could have ever imagined possible. She pushed the tip of the largest plastic rod at my hole. I was so aware of how impossibly large it was for me but how unremarkable it must be for the other girls. "Now," she said to the class, ignoring my wheezing, desperate cries as she slowly stretched me. "The reason this last probe is short, is that she's going to have to wear this for the next four hours." "Wait, what?" I screamed. "For the dilating to be successful, you'll need to continue to stretch yourself. You can remove it for no more than thirty to forty seconds to urinate. But if it comes out for any longer there's a chance you'll close up and you'll have to come back for us to do this procedure all over again. "Don't worry, it should stay inside pretty easily once you have your underpants and trousers back on. Just lucky you weren't wearing a skirt today," she teased. "Okay, now brace yourself for one last push. I need to get this in deep." As she penetrated me, I let out a long, loud, shuddering yell. "Alright, let's get you onto your back now, and you can sit up." Totally defeated, my pussy stuffed full, I let her roll me over while she kept the probe in. Sweating, red, my hair a mess, in a state of shock, she moved one of my hands down to my crotch and I felt the last hard inch poking out. Sitting up naked in front of the forty peers and the big window, I held the thick rod in and tried to breathe. The doctor guided me so that I swung my legs off the side of the table, and then I was standing, shakily. "Now remember. Four hours or you'll be back here again in a few days. Here's your gown. You can go get your clothes from the other room." I got one numb arm through the sleeve of the paper vest. I swapped the hand at my crotch, and managed to get the paper over my shoulders. When I had it covering me, I realised that I hadn't turned away from the watching class. There was no way I could get the gown tied without the rod coming out. So I just pulled the shoulders back as far as I could and hobbled towards the exit, one hand under the crotch of the covering. The class were all talking animatedly, asking the doctor questions. As I was nearly at the door, I heard her say "Yes, of course, I'll get you all copies of the photographs to take home for future reference. You might even want to base your next assignment on today." Out in the corridor, I hurried along past the aghast strangers. As my shock started to turn to dread, I began jogging, and with no warning my pathetic paper covering had slipped off my shoulders. I cried out, and my hands went instinctively up. I felt the wet, hard rod speeding from between my lips. "No, no, no!" Abandoning the gown, I managed to get my hands to my pussy just as the probe slipped completely from my hole. The plastic was so slippery, it was nearly impossible to hang onto. Looking down, I could see the gown was off my body completely, hanging from my elbows, but I had to ignore it. People were gathering around me, apparently concerned, as I frantically tried to push the probe back into my hole, crouching in front of them. I dropped to the floor, legs spread, and tore the gown off. The onlookers gasped. "Oh my God," someone said. "Is that a vagina?" I was pressing the wet plastic at my hole as hard as I could, using my fingers to pull my lips apart, but it wasn't going in even a little. My audience was growing, too stunned to know what to do except stare as this nude young woman desperately trying to penetrate herself on the floor. Out of ideas, knowing I only had a few seconds left, I leant back and found my miniscule clit with a forefinger. I rubbed it like I'd never masturbated before, howling in frustration and humiliation. And I could feel the plastic starting to ease my hole open. It was working. Millimetre at a time, I got through the mouth of my pussy, and then as it started to slip in more easily, I pushed as hard as I could, swallowing the rest of it. I scrambled to my feet and started to waddle away, people parting to let me past, watching as I made my way to the original exam room. As I pushed at the door, I had a sudden image of a room full of people. Thankfully, it was empty. I stumbled over to the table where the doctor had left my clothes, but someone had moved them. I hurried around the room, searching every possible place, but they were nowhere. I wanted to scream. I managed to find the stash of paper gowns at least, and sunk down onto the floor beside the cupboard, tears in my eyes. Why had this happened to me. All I had wanted to do was to hide, for no one to ever see my gross vagina. But then, had hiding been all that I had wanted. Why had I come here today at all, then. I looked down at my nude body, my hand covering my crotch to keep the plastic cylinder in. I pressed at it harder, till it was touching the back of my insides. My buttocks and thighs tensed. It was certainly a new sensation. I tried it again, a smile pushing at my mouth. I could do it. I thought back to my night with Adam. How scared I had been, and how disappointed that I couldn't perform. How terrified I'd been that he was disgusted. But I realised I was looking forward to it now. I was free to have sex, real sex, anytime I wanted. For the rest of my life. I could even see him tonight. Well, after four hours anyway. Always thinking that I looked nice, pretty, I had never considered myself as sexy. I moved my hand to the side, still holding the rod in, but so that I could see myself. See my unique pussy. I was excited to show it to Adam. Not like last time, trying to cover it, ashamed. But instead how the class had seen. Up close and spread open. Nothing to hide. My hot hole ready for him to play with. I sprang to my feet, alive. And keeping a hold of the probe poking out of me, I ignored the stack of gowns and headed for the doors. I would check with reception, maybe they would know where my clothes were. My hand to the side, I opened the door wide, and nodded a greeting to the first startled stranger in front of me. "Hey, how you doing?" I said. Shaken out of her shock, she smiled. "Good," she said, eyes darting down and back to my bright face. "Great."

My Brother Spanked Me by Story Guy Chapter 1 It was a typical warm, sunny day and Joan was taking advantage of it to work on her tan. She had just celebrated her 14th birthday and one of her gifts was a new bikini, a string bikini! Actually it wasn't any smaller than any other bikini, but it had ties on the hip instead of the usual waistband. Still, to Joan, it wasn't a "little girl" bikini, but rather a "woman" bikini. Her father was on a business trip, her mother working, and her 15 year old brother, Paul, had some school thing so wouldn't be home until later in the afternoon. Although it sounded like Paul was only a year older than she, he was almost 2 years older. His birthday was 3 months after hers and he'd be turning 16. The family was rather affluent, the father being a corporate lawyer and the mother owned an exclusive beauty shop. When Paul and Joan were younger they had a sitter watch the after school until their mother got home. Now that they were older, they stayed by themselves. They had a big house with a pool in the backyard, where Joan was headed. She flopped down on one of the lounges on her belly and undid the strap of her bikini bra so she wouldn't end up with a line across her back. The pool was enclosed with a high stockade fence and their lot was huge with trees lining the sides. The back was woods and the sides were so thick you couldn't even see the neighbor's houses, so Joan knew no one would see her. It wouldn't bother her if she was seen though. What girl doesn't undo the strap of her bikini top when she is on her belly sunning? Joan's back was getting hot so she was going to turn over. Normally she'd do up her top, then roll, but today she felt daring. If girls didn't want tan lines on their back, why would they want them on their front? Of course they would always have their boobs covered, but what about the straps? Some tops were lower than others too, so what about that she rationalized. Cautiously Joan listened for any sounds people might make, but she heard nothing. She already knew she couldn't be seen anyway, but as she lifted herself with her arms, she looked around as well. Satisfied she was quite alone, Joan rolled over on her back leaving her top where it was – under her. For the first time except for maybe when she was really young, Joan was topless outside. She was quite proud of her growing breasts. She didn't have the biggest ones in her class, but they weren't the smallest by far. Her best friend, Annie, had the biggest, which was strange. Annie was one of the shortest and tiniest girls in the class, except for her boobs. She was almost 3 inches shorter than Joan. At least Annie's weren't that much bigger Joan told herself. Joan settled back in the lounge enjoying the sun on her front, especially her breasts. Her eyes, because of the bright sun, were closed, but it felt like she could actually feel the sun's rays on her breasts, not just the warmth. It felt good, but reminded her she was topless. She began to daydream. Being so exposed, her thoughts became sexual. Joan imagined a group of boys standing around her. She didn't mind that at all because these boys were all completely naked. They had gathered to look at her boobs and as they stared, their cocks stiffened. She was making them hard with her exposed boobs. “"Am I making you horny?" she asked them in her daydream, to which they all nodded. "You can rub yourself if you want," Joan told them and each reached for his stiff rod. "Are you going to do it too?" one of the boys in her daydream asked, to which all the others agreed. Joan asked if she did, would they squirt for her and all said yes in unison. Without thinking, Joan slid her hand down, then into her bikini bottoms as her daydream and reality seemed to mix. Her fingers found her wet pussy and she started her practiced routine like she did in bed almost every night. "What are you doing?" her brother shouted, snapping Joan into reality again. "Why are you home already?" she gasped as her hand snapped out of her bottoms. It took a moment before Joan realized she was still topless and her arms shot up covering her breasts; her face now turning bright red. "Boy, are you in trouble now!" answered Paul, ignoring her question. Not only was Joan completely embarrassed being caught, Paul's words sent her into a panic. "You can't tell them!" she begged. "Wonder if they'll take your phone, ground you for a few months, or longer, both? ...more?" Paul teased. "Oh please, Paul! I'll do anything! ...clean your room? ....do all your laundry? Just name it," Joan pleaded. "Hmmm... Mom and dad would punish you... hard. I suppose you should be punished, but maybe I can do that and they don't need to be involved. Something quick and easy. Maybe I'll just spank you and it will be done and forgotten," Paul rambled. "Spank me? No! I won't let you!" Joan gasped. "OK," Paul acknowledged as he turned. "I'll just let mom and dad handle it." "Wait! OK... I agree," Joan surrendered. "Meet me in our TV room," Paul instructed as he walked away. Once she was alone again, Joan picked up her bikini top and put it back on. She thought about what Paul said. He was right. She would be lucky if she only was grounded for a few months and lost her phone. As much as she didn't want to be spanked, especially by him, it was a far better choice. Generally Paul was nice to her, better than most brothers, according to her friends. She hoped he would still be now. Joan walked in to their TV room. Their bedrooms were almost like a separate suite within the house. It had been an addition. The bedrooms were on either side of the addition. Between them there was a bathroom with doors to each of their rooms, and in front of that was another room, their TV room. Paul was sitting on the small couch. Joan didn't want to risk arguing about her punishment and having her parents involved, so just asked, "Where do you want me?" Paul, very calmly, answered, "Pull your pants down and lay across my lap." "No!" Joan gasped. "I'm not taking my pants off!" Paul looked at her for a moment, then stood up heading toward his room. "OK... If you'd rather let mom and dad handle it..." Once more Joan panicked. "Wait! I just meant I'd feel funny pulling them down. You're the one spanking; you're supposed to pull them down. I'll lay across your lap, you pull them down, then spank me. That's how it's suppose to be done." "OK," Paul agreed as he sat back down. Joan walked over to him, took a deep breath, then took her position across his lap, kneeling on the floor as well. Her heart was pounding. It wasn't the first time he would see her bare ass; they used to take baths together, but that was years ago. He had seen her in panties on occasion, even recently, but that's not the same thing. Even panties cover. For a while nothing happened. Maybe he changed his mind Joan thought, but then he asked, "Do I untie the sides or just pull them down?" Untying them would be easier, but they'd just fall off and she wouldn't be wearing anything at all then. If he pulled them down, her front would still be covered. "Pull," she mumbled. She sucked her breath in as she felt his fingers on her bikini bottoms and held her breath as they agonizingly slowly lowered. Joan's face turned red with embarrassment. She opened her mouth to tell him to stop when they hit the top of her thighs, but he stopped before she could get the words out. The front of her bikini slipped down as well; lower than she'd even wear her skimpiest panties, but at least her pussy was covered, although no doubt her bush was exposed. Again nothing was happening. Joan knew he was looking at her bare ass. That's when she noticed something next to her side. She could feel his cock getting hard. Her body was making him stiff. As much as the "compliment" pleased her, she was still embarrassed. "Just spank me and get it over with," she groaned. Chapter 2 "This is so embarrassing," Joan muttered as she was bare assed and on her brother's lap. Her legs were clamped together tightly hoping he wouldn't be able to see her pussy as well. "We can take care of that," he stated. "Stand up for a minute." "No! Just spank me," Joan snapped. "Do you want to do it my way or let Mom and Dad do things their way?" he offered. Knowing she had no choice, she stood, but pulled up her bikini bottoms as she did. "That's better," he smiled. "I'll be right back. Don't move." She watched him stand up and go into his room. A minute later he returned carrying some sort of cloth. "What's that for?" Joan questioned. "I'm going to blindfold you so you can't see me seeing you," he grinned. He then folded the cloth into a blindfold and tied it over her eyes. "Can you see anything?" She shook her head. "Good. Now I'm going to take your bikini off and before you say no, remember what the alternative is. I already saw you naked at the pool so it's not something I haven't just seen." Joan wanted to protest, but everything he said was true and she feared what her parents would do. "Just get it over with," she resigned. Her face turned red as she felt her top being untied and fall to the floor. It embarrassed her even more when her nips hardened. As his hands went to the ties on her bottom, she couldn't stop herself from blurting, "No, please don't." "You told me to pull down your pants; that it was 'how it was supposed to be done' didn't you? Want me to stop and let Dad do it? I bet he would be the one spanking you," he calmly asked. She thought for a moment, then shook her head. "So you want me to pull them down then?" he asked and she reluctantly nodded. He must have been holding the ties because as soon as she nodded, she felt them both release. Instinctively her hands covered her now exposed pussy. "That's not so bad is it?" he asked. "How do you think it is? I'm the one naked, not you. How would you feel if you were naked?" she snapped. He went silent for a minute. "Give me your hand," he then said. Keeping one hand over her pussy, she held the other out to him. He took it and she felt his stiff cock. She snapped her hand back. "Are you naked?" she gasped. “"You seemed to want me naked too, so I did it. Ready to get spanked now?" he answered. "I'm sitting on the couch again. Give me your hand and I'll help you lay across my lap again," he offered. She didn't accept his offer until she stumbled trying to lay down again. Her hands went out instinctively to protect herself. He grabbed her hand steadying her. Both hands had gone out, but once she regained her balance her free hand went to her pussy again and she carefully lay across his lap again. "Your on your stomach. You don't need to cover yourself. Your body is doing that now. Pull your hand out from under you," he softly ordered. Knowing he was right she slowly pulled her hand up. His hard cock pressed against her naked hip. Strangely it excited her knowing he was naked too, but that didn't help her embarrassment much. "Ready?" he questioned. Joan nodded. She had gone this far. She just wanted it over at this point. His hand came down on her bare ass, not hard, but hard enough that she knew she was being spanked. He spanked her for a while light enough she didn't even sting. She became more aware of the hard cock rubbing on her hip as she was spanked. "Want your blindfold off?" he asked, pausing his spanking. She knew it wouldn't make her less naked and wanted to see him, so nodded. He rested one hand on her ass and pulled off her blindfold with the other. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she looked up at him and asked, "Are you done?" He didn't answer, but started spanking her again. Curiosity got to her and she looked over her shoulder to see his stiff member standing proud against her hip. It fascinated her. She knew he had a cock, but actually seeing it, especially hard, excited her. He continued lightly slapping her ass exciting her even more. Her pussy began to drool. With her body reacting, her muscles began to relax and without realizing it, her legs parted slightly. Her hips were also moving, mashing her pussy onto his leg. Her eyes closed as her body took control over her brain. The spanking stopped and was replaced by his hand rubbing her ass. As first he was just rubbing her ass cheeks, but slowly his hand gravitated toward the center, between her legs. Without thinking, each time his hand ventured between her legs a bit, they parted more. After a few minutes he was rubbing her pussy. Her hips began moving, tilting to present her pussy to his probing fingers. Her head lowered as her body inched forward while her hips tilted more and her legs continued to part until her pussy was completely presenting itself to him and he was able to reach her special place, that button at the top of her slit. Her pussy was now soaked. Joan held her breath as her body cocked itself, then triggered her orgasm. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air as pleasure flooded her body. Wave upon wave of ecstasy washed over her completely unaware of anything else. Eventually, on the verge of overload, she pushed his hand away. Her climax ebbed, then subsided and her body slowly recovered. As the world came back into focus she slid back and ended up kneeling next to his legs. She could see his stiff cock almost quivering as it strained standing straight up. Joan reached up and wrapped her hand around his cock. "Show me how," she muttered. His hand went over her hand and he started moving her hand back and forth along his stiffness. As she picked up his rhythm, his hand fell away and he leaned back jutting his hips forward. It was only a short time before his face scrunched up and a rope of cum shot from his cock. "Don't stop!" he blurted. She continued pumping as streams of cum kept squirting into the air. Finally he grabbed her wrist stopping her movements. Both stayed quiet for a few minutes recovering. Joan kept a hold of his cock and again was fascinated as he began to shrink. A little while later she released him and his now limp cock flopped down onto his leg. He was still leaning back on the couch as she brought her cum soaked hand to her mouth and her tongue touched his ejaculation. It was the first time she had seen cum let alone tasted it. It was salty and slimy. The slimy part she had expected because of the feel, but the taste wasn't as bad as she had imagined. Her hand dropped quickly as he started to stir. "No need to report you now. You've been punished. I trust you'll behave now?" he grinned. "If I don't, will you spank me again?" teased Joan. "I guess I'll have to if only to keep you out of trouble," he answered. She gave him a puzzled look. "It's either that or tell Mom and Dad. Would you rather that or get spanked?" "Guess the only choice I have is behave or get spanked again," she giggled. Chapter 3 Joan didn't sleep well that night. It wasn't because she was spanked, wasn't because her brother made her climax, or wasn't because she had climaxed him. It was because she didn't mind what happened and actually part of her liked it. Girls weren't supposed to do stuff like that, especially with their brothers. Was something wrong with her that she liked what had happened? She woke up a little groggy. As was her habit, she walked to the bathroom door and lightly knocked, but no answer. She tried the door and it was unlocked, so obviously her brother wasn't in there. She opened the door and jumped. Her brother was in there brushing his teeth. To make the situation worse he was only wearing his underwear. "Sorry!" she gasped. Before she could close the door, he grabbed it. "It's OK. You can come in. I don't mind." She just stood in the doorway for a moment before she realized she was only wearing panties and a sports bra. Her brother had already looked back into the mirror and continued to brush his teeth like she wasn't even there. Torn with what to do, she muttered, "I gotta pee." He paused brushing his teeth and, without looking at her, just said, "Go ahead, unless you need me to help." He looked at her, smiled, then went back to brushing. It struck her how calm he was. He made no attempt to hide and didn't really pay much attention to her. Still unsure, she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, but, aside from stepping in, remained motionless. He finished brushing, then looked over at her. "I can leave if you're shy, but I was going to take a shower," he casually told her. "Go ahead. I don't mind. I'll wait," she mumbled before thinking about it and turned to leave once more. "You don't have to. You've seen me anyway, so it's no big deal now. Go ahead and pee," he stated and she turned back around. He pushed his underwear down to his feet like she wasn't there, kicked them off, then looked up at her. She was shocked at his boldness, but also sort of flattered he didn't mind her seeing his body. She stared at his boyhood for a moment, then dropped her gaze at the floor. She was torn with what to do, but didn't want to look foolish. After taking a deep breath, she pushed her panties down to her thighs. As she did, she heard the shower door close. Had he seen her or even looked? She sat down on the toilet, did her business, then stood pulling her panties up again. So much had suddenly changed overnight. He had never done anything like that before, but this morning acted like it was a normal thing. Joan looked at the shower door. It was glass, but was etched, so she couldn't really see clearly. He was obviously naked and she thought she could make out his cock, which looked like it has stiffened. “Joan wasn't sure how long she watched, but it made her feel awkward staring at him even though he probably couldn't see her looking, so she turned toward the sink to brush her teeth. The shower door opened causing Joan to look into the mirror. Her brother stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Her body blocked the reflection of his body, but she knew he was obviously still naked. She finished brushing and turned to face him. He was drying off, but not holding the towel attempting to cover himself at all. She caught glimpses of him as he dried and noticed he was still hard. "Shower's all yours," he smiled as he dried. Joan just stood there, watching her brother; glimpsing at his nudity. He was holding the towel loosely, then turned completely naked to face her again. "You going to take a shower?" he asked. "Um... Yeah," Joan muttered. She realized she had been standing there looking at him; looking at his body. Even though he had made no attempt to hide, she had been watching him and made no attempt to turn away. Even now he was standing naked in front of her. How could she deny him after all that? Slowly she pulled the sports bra over her head, revealing her boobs to him. She hesitated, hoping he would leave even though she couldn't really ask him too. Slowly her hands went to her panties and she pushed them down, stepping out of them. He looked at her. "You're cute, but a little too much hair," he smiled. "You think I should cut my hair?" she questioned. "No, not on your head. There," he told her, pointing at her pussy. "Oh," she blushed, then turned and went into the shower. As she started to wash, Joan looked down at her pussy. She did trim, but with dark hair her bush was very visible. She had thought of shaving, a few of her friends did, but she hadn't done it yet. Maybe her brother was right. She picked up her razor and carefully began to remove her pubes. Once finished Joan looked down at her work. It was strange not to have hair on her pussy any longer. The last time she was smooth was years ago. It felt nice and didn't look too bad, even though different. She stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel. It surprised her to see the door to her brother's room still open. Joan could see him laying on his bed with the towel still around his waist. She thought about closing the door, but he had been open with her after he showered. Secretly she also wanted him to see her new look. Joan dried off while he watched, but unlike him she attempted to stay covered although she expected he would get peeks at her nudity anyway. She finished drying off and was holding the towel against her body as she faced him, although the towel was not wrapped around her. Nervousness was beginning to enter her brain and she feared she would chicken out if she waited much longer. Mustering what little courage she had left, Joan let the towel go with one arm and it fell to her side, exposing her body. "You like?" she giggled. Her brother climbed off his bed, but didn't hold his towel, which unwrapped from him and stayed on the bed. He slowly walked into the bathroom where she was with his stiff cock bobbing. Joan was almost hypnotized and didn't move at all. He stopped in front of her and his hand went to her pussy. She wasn't sure if he did it on purpose or not, but he went right to her hot spot. "Nice... I like it," he said softly making her slightly smile. "Open your legs so I can feel better," he told her. Joan wasn't sure why she did it, but her legs parted. "Feels sexy," he said as his hand went between her now open legs and began moving. She could already feel her body reacting to his touches. Joan's eyes became heavy, but not because she was tired. Her body was overwhelming her mind with pleasure. Her legs parted more, giving him more room, and her hand went to his shoulder for balance. She could feel her fire start to burn. As he continued to stimulate her she felt her knees getting weak, so leaned into him for support. As she did her hips jut forward mashing her now wet pussy into his hand. She had no idea how he had learned, but he learned well. Joan felt like her body was about to explode. Her chest was heaving as her ecstasy kept increasing, taking over her body. She almost collapsed when her orgasm finally hit her. Her hips slammed forward and Joan clung to his arm fearing she was going to fall. Slowly her climax ebbed, then began to fade. Suddenly his finger pushed forward entering her body. Her breath sucked in as her pussy greedily swallowed it. She held her breath for a moment before the air rushed out of her lungs as she came again. His finger kept pushing into her coaxing cum out of her. As great as it felt, she pushed his hand away in desperation as her body was close to overload. After a few minutes the world came back into focus. His hand took her free hand and moved it toward his quivering, stiff cock. She knew what he wanted and, in her current state, she welcomed the invitation. Her hand reached out for his stiff member. It surprised her how hot his cock felt against the palm of her hand. Her fingers slid down to feel his cum laden balls before sliding back up and around his cock. As he had showed her the night before, she began pumping him. It didn't seem to take long before cum shot from his cock hitting her belly. She kept stroking him as stream upon stream of cum squirted out and onto her. Eventually he stopped cumming and she released his shrinking cock. Joan looked down at her belly, now covered with dribbles of cum. Out of curiosity she ran her finger over a dollop, feeling it. She scooped up more so it was now covering the end of her finger. He reached out taking her hand, lifting it. "Open your mouth," he said softly. Without thinking, she did as he told her. He maneuvered her hand, sticking the cum covered finger into her mouth. Again without thinking what she was doing, her mouth closed and she tasted cum for the second time in her life. It was slimy, salty too, but surprisingly she wasn't repulsed by it. The taste was foreign to her, like nothing she had tasted before. It made her feel good to have his cum on her mouth and she scooped more, tasting that too. "Spread it around. I've heard it's good for your skin," he told her. In her mesmerized state, her hand went to her belly and she began rubbing, covering her skin with his cum. She even rubbed some into her breasts. "I gotta go get dressed," she stated, embarrassed by what she was doing. Quickly Joan turned and walked into her room to her dresser. She opened the drawer and pulled out a clean pair of panties. "No, don't wear any," he told her. Joan turned around to see her brother, still nude only now with a limp cock, standing in the doorway. She paused, pondered what he was asking her to do, then turned and put her panties back. Another drawer was opened and she pulled out a pair of shorts, then turned to face him again, holding the shorts. He nodded and she stepped into them. "Sexy," he muttered, making her smile, then he turned and walked toward his room. Chapter 4 It was life as usual for Joan, except for the fact she wasn't wearing panties. Naturally no one could tell, but Joan felt like everyone somehow knew. Her brother, of course, knew and occasionally during the day, asked her how she felt making her blush. As the day went on she realized no one, except her brother, had any idea of her state of dress and as she relaxed more she began feeling sexy. Aside from asking her how she felt, Joan's brother didn't really tease her about not wearing panties. The fact he knew actually excited her a little. By the end of the day she was horny and was anxious to get to the privacy of her bed to get some relief. Joan and her brother, as usual, went to bed at the same time. They walked into their respective rooms like they normally did. Joan needed to pee, so walked into the bathroom. The door into her brother's room was open, so she walked over to close it. She glanced into his room as she grabbed the doorknob and stopped short. Her brother was changing and as she looked into his room his underwear dropped. He looked up, saw her, and muttered, "Hi," but made no effort to hide at all. He casually walked to his drawer, pulled out a clean pair of underwear, and put them on. Joan got a spectacular view of his body, complete with an erection. The whole incident only lasted a minute or two, but it seemed far longer to Joan. He walked passed her and into the bathroom to the sink and began brushing her teeth. Joan still needed to pee and, after what she just witnessed, couldn't really ask him to leave nor could she wait for him to leave because of the urgency. That left one option. Her shorts dropped, making her blush, but she sat down and peed. Her brother, as he did before, didn't pay much attention to her and continued blushing. Joan finished up and walked back into her room to change. She opened her drawer pulling out an oversized tee and tossed it onto her bed. As she looked up she saw her brother leaning against her doorway. He obviously knew she was going to undress and it seemed he had decided to watch her. Her first instinct was to throw him out, but she had just watched him change, so... The first thing off was her top, but she was still wearing her bra. Joan looked up at her brother and he was smiling. It was a reaction she liked and gave her the courage to continue. Her bra dropped, letting him see her breasts. She paused, letting him look at her for a moment. Strangely she couldn't just drop her shorts while facing him, so turned toward her bed, away from him, before dropping them to the floor and exposing her ass to him. She tried not to look like she was hurrying, but quickly picked up her tee. "You gotta nice ass," he muttered as the tee came over her head. "Thanks," she giggled as she turned to face him again just before her tee dropped. It made her blush again, but she wanted him to see her anyway. He paused for a moment, then stammered, "Um... Do you... Ah... Do you ever rub yourself?" She looked at him puzzled. "You know... Get yourself off. Masturbate." Her face turned bright red, but she nodded. "I've never seen a girl do that. I'm not even sure what they do. Would you show me?" Joan was shocked and didn't know how to answer him. She had planned on doing herself, but doing it in front of him was something entirely different. Joan didn't feel like just saying no, but instead tried to make him say no. "Would you show me how you masturbate?" she countered. He thought for a moment, then his underwear dropped to his feet, exposing his erection, and he kicked them off. Slowly he walked over toward her until he was standing in front of her. "OK," he muttered. "I'm naked. Are you going to take off your tee? ...let me see you?" Strangely a feeling of calm, a sensual, exciting calm came over her. Joan reached for the bottom of her tee and pulled it over her head, dropping it to the floor. "Nice... How do you want to do this? Do you want to watch me, then you do it? You do it first then watch me? Do it together? If you like, I could spank you again, if it makes you feel better," he offered. "Together, but spank me first," she whispered. Her words surprised her even though she meant them. She felt she should be spanked. She willingly got naked for him and was going to willingly let him watch her get herself off. Those thoughts excited her beyond belief, but she knew she shouldn't do that. He sat down on her bed. "Ready?" he asked. Joan's pussy had already began to drool, embarrassing her. She leaned across his lap, but this time kept her legs slightly parted so he could see her pussy, embarrassing her even more despite the fact she wanted him to see her. His hard cock pressed against her hip and she resisted the urge to grab it. His hand slapped her bare ass. As he had done before, it wasn't too hard, just hard enough she knew she was being spanked. Her ass began to warm, fueling the fire in her pussy. As he continued to spank her, her legs parted more. Her body was displaying her treasures to him although her mind wanted her to cover up. Her ass was beginning to sting by the time he stopped. He had somehow rolled her, lifted her, and placed her on the bed next to him. "How do you want to do this?" he asked. "Sit facing me, unless it's easier for you to stand in front of me," she answered. "Easier for me to stand," he answered as he stood and faced her. "Open your legs," he smiled. A grin formed on her face as Joan spun around and leaned back as her legs parted, showing him her wet pussy. "You're wet. Like getting spanked?" he observed. Joan's face turned a little red as she nodded. "You like me seeing you naked too. Show me how you rub." Joan's hand went to her pussy even though she was blushing. How could he know that about her? She didn't even realize it until he said it. It surprised her how wet her pussy actually was. She smiled as he grabbed his cock and began pumping it with his hand. Joan had been horny before, but nothing like she was now. Her fingers vulgarly manipulated her pussy. Her eyes went from his eyes, which were watching her pussy, to his cock as he masturbated for her. He suddenly climaxed, sending a stream of his cum onto her breast. As spurt upon spurt landed on her body she erupted. She couldn't believe she was actually cumming as her brother watched, but it was making it more intense. He had stopped squirting and had stopped stroking as well. As her climax ebbed, she watched his cock, but it didn't shrink like it had the last time. Joan pulled her hand from her pussy, afraid she was going to pass out from overload. Her body began to relax, but she kept her legs open. Her breathing slowed to normal as she recovered. He just stood there in front of her looking at her nudity. "Has any other boys seen you naked?" he asked finally. Joan shook her head. "Been felt up?" She nodded. "Skin?" Joan nodded again. "What about in your pants?" "Just outside. Have you? ...been felt on your pants?" Joan asked. "Yeah... a few times. Have you felt a boy in his pants?" "No, just outside. I've never done anything with a boy, except you. I've always been to scared," she confessed. "Are you scared with me?" he asked. Joan shook her head. Surprisingly she felt very comfortable doing things with him and having him do things with her, even though it embarrassed her. "Want to do more?" The question made her blush, but she nodded. "Ever thought about taking a boy in your mouth?" Joan blushed even more, but nodded. "Do it then." Her eyes widened as she looked up at him. He just nodded. She reached out ant took his still stiff cock in her hand, stroking it slightly. He stepped toward her and she leaned into him. Joan could smell what she assumed to be cum. She had already tasted that. Her mouth opened as she leaned forward, guiding his cock in. At first she gagged trying to take all of him. "Don't try to fit it all in," he comforted. She tried again, but didn't take as much of him. It was like a hot dog, but harder. "Mmmm... That feels so good. Want me cum in your mouth? If not, I can do your butt and cum in there," he suggested. Joan thought about what he said. She had heard of girls doing that, but she was nervous, so just continued sucking his cock. Her confidence grew as she continued. It wasn't that bad until she felt him twitch and her mouth filled with cum making her choke. "Swallow!" he gasped. Not knowing what else to do, she did, but her mouth just filled up again. Joan kept swallowing and eventually got it all. It seemed like gallons. He backed away, pulling his cock from her mouth. "Not bad for your first time!" he smiled making her smile too. "Like it?" Joan blushed as she nodded. "Good," he grinned. "We should get some sleep. We sleep nude tonight – both of us. The first to wake wakes the other up naked, OK?" She giggled as she nodded. "Don't forget. Naked. No getting dressed until the other sees." "I'll remember," she laughed. Chapter 5 Joan woke the next morning with the sun coming in her window. Slowly her head cleared and, for a while, she just stared at the ceiling. Still only half awake, she rolled over and realized she was naked. The agreement from the night before rushed back into her brain. She stayed in bed though, too shy to walk into her brother's room nude. The urgency of nature made her choice impossible. She had to go to the bathroom. Reluctantly she climbed out of bed and headed for the open door of the bathroom. His door to the bathroom was open as well, but she ignored it and went to the toilet to do her business. When she stood, she remembered her promise. Joan considered just forgetting it, but changed her mind. She had agreed to it and rationalized he would be naked as well. At least she'd be able to see him. Stealthily Joan walked into her brother's room, stopping beside his bed. He was covered with his sheet and obviously still sleeping, but the sheet was only at his waist. Her hands had instinctively crossed over her chest and pussy. "You awake?" she asked softly with no response. She repeated her question and he rolled onto his back, but still didn't wake. Joan was surprised to see the outline of a hard cock under the sheet. Thinking he might actually have woken up she waited for his eyes to open. After a few minutes she realized he hadn't woken. Anxious to cover up, she pulled her arm from across her chest, exposing her breasts, and gently shook his shoulder. His eyes opened, looking up at her smiling. "You remembered," he muttered. He reached out and, taking the hand covering her pussy, moved it, exposing her body too him. She let her hands fall to her sides. "I gotta pee," he announced as he threw off the sheet covering him. Joan smiled seeing his stiff cock. He climbed out of his bed and made his way to the bathroom with Joan following him. She watched him pee, then grabbed her toothbrush. He had turned toward the mirror to comb his hair, then began brushing his teeth. She could tell he was looking at her in the mirror. "You gotta nice body," he told her. "Thanks," she giggled. She glanced down at his still erect cock. "Yours isn't so bad either." "I need a favor. Don't say anything to mom and dad about tonight. I have a date," he requested. Their parents were going away for the weekend on business. The rule was both had to stay home together. It had only been a few months that they were allowed to stay alone without someone staying with them. "Where we going?" Joan asked. "You're staying here. I'm going out," he answered. She looked at him strangely. "Don't worry. I'll be home about 10 or so. You'll be fine until then won't you? If you want, I can find you a date too, but you'll probably have to... um... do stuff. The girl I have a date with kinda gave me a promise." Joan understood what he was saying. She would have gone with him, but didn't want to amuse one of his friends with her body not knowing who it might be, "No, I'm good. I'll stay home and won't say anything. You'll be home by 10, right?" Her assured her he would and went into his room to dress. As was his custom now, he didn't close his door and Joan watched him until he was covered, then went into her room to dress. She looked up to see him standing in her doorway. "Everything is OK, right?" he questioned. She nodded. He stayed watching her until she was dressed, then left. The rest of the day was uneventful. Their parents left in the afternoon. The two siblings had pizza for dinner and by 7 Joan was alone. She turned the TV on and watched some programs. It didn't bother her until it got dark outside, when she became a little nervous. Joan walked around the house, checking to make sure all the doors were locked and turned the outside lights on. Feeling more secure, she settled down in front of the TV again, but kept glancing at the clock. About 9 she heard a noise, then the front door opened making her jump. She looked up to see her brother walk in. She was happy he was back home again, but he had told her 10, an hour from now. "You're home early," she commented. "Yeah," her brother snapped, obviously angry. He walked over and sat next to her on the couch. "Why so early? Everything OK?" Joan asked. "No! ...the bitch," he grumbled. Joan could tell he was upset, so didn't ask any more. "What a tease," he mumbled some minutes later. "What happened?" she tentatively asked. He just glared at her. Again she stayed quiet for a while. Something was bothering him though and she wanted to know what. "Let's go in the hot tub," he suggested and stood. Hoping he would talk, she turned off the TV and stood. He didn't seem as angry, so maybe he'd talk n the hot tub. She started heading to her room. "Where you going?" he asked. "I'm just going to change into my bikini. I'll be right back," she explained. "Fuck suits. Let's just go in naked," he answered. "Outside? Someone might see us," she gasped. "Who? We're the only ones here and the tub is next to the house where no one can see anyway. Be brave," he smiled, the first smile since he came home. "Come on," he said as he headed for the door. Her brother, now only wearing jeans, walked to the tub and started setting it up and switching it on. "Don't turn on the lights, OK?" she conditioned and he nodded. Once the hot tub was running, he dropped his jeans, revealing a hard cock covered only with his underwear. He looked at her seemingly waiting for her. Almost reluctantly, but also excited, her shorts dropped and she took off her bra. Joan hesitated, wearing only panties now, and looked at her brother. His underwear dropped, making him completely nude. His cock stood proudly and bobbed as he climbed into the tub. Already committed, Joan dropped her panties and quickly climbed into the tub slouching down so the water covered her. "So what happened tonight?" she asked again. "She's a tease. All day she kept telling me all the stuff we were going to do. When the time came, she wouldn't let me touch her and she wouldn't even touch me. All she wanted to do was kiss. Every time I tried to do anything she'd stop me," he explained. "Why?" Joan questioned and he shrugged. "That sucks. I wouldn't do that." He shifted and it seemed like his hand went to his crotch. "Know what 'blue balls' are?" he asked and she nodded. Joan went quiet, mustering her courage. "Um... want me help you?" He looked at her and seemed surprised, but didn't answer. "I don't mind helping if you want." He moved over beside her and took her hand placing it on his stiff cock. "Let's get out so we don't make a mess in the hot tub," she suggested. Joan was the first out followed by her brother, his stiff cock still present. "Do you know what a '69' is?" he asked and Joan nodded. "Um... I'd like to try, if you're willing." She thought for a moment. She had already given him a blow job and the thought of getting licked intrigued her. She had heard other girls talking about it and they all loved it. Joan shyly nodded. "Let's go in the pool house," he suggested and began walking up to the deck. "Turn off the deck lights then I'll come up," she conditioned. Joan watched her brother, still nude and still hard, walk to the doorway, reach in, then the lights went off. The only light was moonlight, but Joan looked around nervously as she walked up on the deck then followed him to the pool house.

My Sisters and Me by drew The benefits of having Amy as a friend were abundantly evident following the Halloween disaster. Jordan and I had done some real damage in the club, and we heard some of the guys that we hit were looking into legal action. But Amy squashed that before it could ever start. With her influence and money behind us, those creeps didn’t stand a chance. Not to mention the fact that they were the ones who first harassed Katie. The rumors faded within a week and Thimble and Hops bent over backwards to apologize to Amy. She neglected to tell them that everybody she brought into the club that night was under 21. Katie downplayed her exposure, as I expected she would. She casually brushed off Amy’s apologies. “Don’t worry about it, we were drunk. Shit happens.” Was a typical response she’d give. Her relationship with me didn’t change much, other than her asking that I no longer bring Kyle around her. “He’s sooo weird!” She said one night, a couple of weeks into November. “He’s always been really nice to me.” Maddy replied. My sisters’ relationship was slowly recovering. “Yeah well, why don’t you flash your bush at him next time. See how he responds. God, the creep pushed three people out of the way to get a better look!” Three weeks ago, Maddy would have walked out of the room at the pubic hair shaming. “That’s your move,” she was now able to laugh it off. “Shut up. I wasn’t flashing anyone…well, not on purpose anyway.” Katie laughed, and then rested her eyes on me. She stared. Daring me to call her out. To say what I knew. It’s funny, she was supposed to be the vulnerable one in this situation, yet, somehow, it felt like she had all the power. “Drew, I’m so happy you’re coming skiing with us!” Maddy changed the subject. It was about to be opening weekend at one of the girls’ favorite ski resorts. Maddy, while still grounded, was allowed to come on the trip. She had trouble containing her excitement, and was constantly shopping for new gear and watching video clips on her phone. “Should be a good time,” I said. “It’s been a while since I’ve gone.” “You’re totally gonna eat shit. Ha! I can’t wait to see it,” Katie said. The girls laughed. Friday came before we knew it and we all piled into our mom’s SUV. I drove, and my sisters sat in the back seat. It was an uneventful four-hour trip. We arrived at the lodge, and our room was a quaint suite with spectacular mountain views. We hit the slopes the first evening, and Katie was spot on with her prediction. I was falling all over the place. “Hahahahaha!” She busted out laughing as she sped past me the first time I crashed into the powder. When I finally got to the bottom, she had some more jokes waiting for me. “Dude, the bunny hill is wayyyy down there,” she said. “We won’t judge.” “Awww Katie be nice! He hasn’t been skiing in forever,” Maddy said. The girls - all three, including mom - were advanced skiers. They clearly had a lot of practice since the last time I lived with them. I continued to crash my way all over the mountain. Losing my poles, my gloves, you name it. It was humiliating. Katie was having a blast laughing and making fun of me. But Maddy took a different approach. “Drew, why don’t you come down with me this next run? I’ll go really slow.” “Guys, it’s actually getting pretty dark. Drew can get some more practice tomorrow,” Mom gave Maddy a look. She was still suspicious of us. “Ahh c’mon one more run! Tomorrow’s gonna be packed.” There was a pause. But eventually, mom gave in. “Fine. One run and we’ll meet you guys right here once you’re done.” “Nice! Drew come on!” Maddy began skiing toward the lift. I caught Katie’s expression out of the corner of my eye. It looked like she was now regretting making fun of me all evening. She watched in silence as I followed our sister. There was no lift line and we quickly reached the top of the hill. “Okay, I’m gonna go behind you and see if I can critique your stance and movements,” Maddy directed. “Sounds good.” I began my run. I tried as hard as I could to not simply “pizza” my way down the hill. I tried to link some turns but I was picking up too much speed. I was flying down the hill, the trees started to become a blur. “Oh shit!” I was going way too fast for my own good. I spread my skis apart in panic, and attempted to stop. But it was too late. “OOOOOF!” My skis slipped out from under me and I collapsed down to the snow for the millionth time that night. “Ahhh!” I heard Maddy’s screams from behind me. She turned her skis in parallel to the side and sprayed some more snow on me. But she was following too close and didn’t have enough room to completely stop. She rolled into the snow and eventually, right on top of me. We lied in silence for a little bit. We had too much gear on for me to feel anything. “Whoops,” she finally laughed. “Sorry, Drew.” “Not your fault, I’m the one who crashed.” “Either way, not sure your instructor is supposed to end up on top of you.” “Oh, my instructor now? “Judging from what I saw today, yes. Your instructor.” We both laughed. “Alrrrrriiight, I suppose we should make our way to the bottom. Luckily mom can’t see us like this!” “Ha. No shit.” It was the first time either of us had acknowledged what happened the last time our mother caught us in a precarious position. Katie brought it up all the time, of course. But we were too embarrassed to talk about it amongst just us. “Can you make your way down from here?” “I hope so.” The remainder of the trail was fairly shallow. We had passed the steep portion. I wedged my way to the bottom without issue. Katie was waiting for us. She had removed her helmet and goggles and her wavy brown hair cascaded down to her jacket. Even sweaty and messy in her ski gear, she looked sexy. I guess our mom had already gone inside. “Well, I can see that went well.” Katie said, glaring at the snow all over our gear. “Yeah, it was a fail. I admit it,” Maddy said. I saw a slight smirk make its way across Katie’s now uncovered face. We made our way into the cabin, and back to our suite. “Alright guys, let’s get our jackets and everything off in this entry room. I’ll get them in the dryer for tomorrow.” Our Mom greeted us right as we walked in the door. She was already in her lounge wear. “Heard,” Katie approved. She zipped off her jacket and snow pants and stripped down to her long johns. Maddy anxiously followed. There were curves galore as my sisters undressed. Their base layers were skin tight and hugged their fit bodies to perfection. I did my best to stay focused on my own jacket, as my mom stood there, watching us. “I call first shower!” Katie said. She entered the bathroom and tossed her last layer back out of the room for my mom to dry. The rest of us showered afterward, and we headed to bed for an early night. The next morning, I woke up early. I opened the shades in my room to see the sun beaming down, reflecting off the snow in blinding fashion. Skiing or not, I could look at this view all day. A warm cup of coffee, maybe a good book or a movie. That sounded pretty good right about now. “Ahhhh another day of eating shit!” Katie’s voice interrupted my meditation. I turned around to see her standing in my doorway. I shook my head and rolled my eyes at her. “Hey…I was thinking maybe I could help you out today.” Her tone did a 180 from lighthearted to serious. I looked at her with distrust. “I mean…I am the best in the family,” she added. She was right about that. “Okay…I’ll give it a shot. But the second you start with your shit I’m going back to Maddy.” I warned. “Ha. Don’t be so sensitive! Come on, let’s get some breakfast.” The four of us made our way down to the restaurant portion of the lodge. We ate our breakfast in relative silence and went back to grab our freshly dried gear. We were back on the slopes, and Maddy had been right. There were way more people here today. I was grateful to no longer be the worst on the mountain. People were making divots today. All over the place. And they were skiing wayyyy out of their range. “Alright, I’m gonna see if I can teach Gaper here a few things. We can’t let him embarrass us out there like he did yesterday. Especially in front of all these people,” Katie said. I was starting to regret allowing her to coach me. Mom and Maddy laughed and agreed. They went off on their own. Katie and I reached the top of the hill. I was about to go down in front of her, thinking this would be the same type of lesson Maddy tried to do yesterday. “Woah, woah, woah! What are you doing Premature Paulie!” Katie scolded me. She had a stupid nickname for everything. “You can’t just fly down there with the rest of these lunatics.” “Well, what do you want me to do, we’re at the top? Maybe we should just go down the bunny hill if you want to teach me.” “No, no, no. That’s for toddlers,” she dismissed the idea. “Come over here.” She skated over to a more secluded area at the top of the hill. There was a small incline there. “Okay, watch me,” she said. “You want to do it like this.” She twisted her hips back and forth and her entire body was in sync. Watching her slow, perfect movements, it was impossible not to think back to her gyrating for me on Halloween night. A grin must have spread across my face. “What?” She asked, in a somewhat timid manner. “Nothing.” But I continued to smile. “Stop.” She laughed. Katie has a brilliant mind. I’m sure she knew what I was thinking about. But she was never going to voice it. “Okay, let’s see you do it.” I was athletic. But my athleticism revolved around speed and power. Gracefulness and finesse took me some time. I clumsily attempted to mimic my sister’s moves. “Okayyyyy. Wow. This is gonna take longer than I thought. Glad we had a big breakfast.” I spent the next hour “perfecting” my craft. Mom and Maddy passed us a by a few times, getting on and off the lift, and skiing down the trails. Katie actually turned out to be quite a good teacher – when she wasn’t making fun of me. Finally, she allowed me to go down the hill. “You’re doing so much better!” She exclaimed. “Time to test out your new skills.” I began my descent down and everything felt different. I widened my turns and was going very slow, but I had so much more control. Katie skied alongside. It took me some time to reach the bottom at my pace, but, for the first time all weekend, I made it down unscathed. “Finally!!!” I shouted out victoriously, once I reached the bottom. Katie smiled at me. “See,” she said, simply. We went down a few more times and, slowly but surely, I continued to advance. We met up with the others for lunch. “How’s Drew doing?!” Maddy asked. “Well…he’s not a total abomination today.” Katie said. I glowered at her. “Kidding! He’s actually doing quite well, only fallen once all day!” “Nice!” My mom said enthusiastically. “I’m glad to hear that, Drew. It’s nice you two are finally getting along.” Katie and looked at each other in silence. “I want to see!” There wasn’t a twinge of jealousy from Maddy with regards to Katie being a better coach than her. She hadn’t the slightest hint that anything was “happening” between her older sister and me. Katie, Maddy, and I squeezed onto the lift together after lunch. Our mom took an extended break. As the chair rattled up the mountain, my sisters saw me focusing on the bras and underwear scattered in the branches of the nearby trees. “Hoes like to ski au natural after close. Mostly the staff, but some longtime members too. It’s like a countrywide thing,” Katie answered my unspoken question. “Would you ever do that Katie?” Maddy asked. “Would you?” Katie reflected. “Oh no. No way. Mom would kill me!” I laughed, awkwardly. “I think I’d do it.” Both of us looked at Katie. “Only under the right circumstances though. You know. If the right people were there.” She quickly glanced my way before darting her eyes back to the trees. We got off the lift and I picked up where I left off. “Yeah Drew!” I heard Maddy behind me. She had learned to give me more distance compared to yesterday. “You’re getting so good! I knew you’d be a quick learner,” Maddy said once we reached the bottom. We did several more runs and my mom was also impressed by my rapidly improving skills. “Jeeze, Katie, perhaps you should have become a teacher,” she said. Katie beamed with pride. The day continued and I didn’t fall a single time in the afternoon. We went back to the lodge, relaxed, and ate dinner. “I think I’m gonna get in the hot-tub tonight,” Maddy announced. The three of us looked at her. Our mom, with sternness. “Can I?” She asked, timidly. Mom thought about it for a bit, looking back and forth between Maddy and I. “If your sister does too,” she finally said. “But I’m going to bed early, so keep quiet.” “Well….Katie?” “Oh yeah, what the heck. I could use it. My back’s killing me from carrying Drew’s lessons on it all day.” She joked. “Ha. Ha.” I sarcastically laughed. “Are you coming?” Katie asked. Obviously “Ummm…. sure,” I forced some indecision. The three of us changed into our swimsuits. Katie and Maddy had towels wrapped around them. I went outside in only my trunks. The hot-tub was on our own private balcony. It overlooked the evergreen forest below. “Whoah! It’s cold!” “No shit,” Katie said quietly. Despite being out of school and in the work force, she still didn’t like our mom to hear her cursing. I began pulling the cover off the tub, purposefully flexing my muscles as I did so. Katie and Maddy looked on. “Is it heavy?” Katie asked. “Nah. Not too bad. Here, it’s off,” I shivered as I pulled myself up and into the hot water. “Ahhhhhh. Much better.” “Nice.” Katie walked over and dropped the towel, revealing her athletic hourglass figure, encased in a scarlet bikini. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail. Her skin held its olive shade, despite not receiving much sun exposure the past month. She stepped in, and sank herself down. Her round cleavage remained at water level. “Mmmmm,” She looked up at the stars. “Wait for me!” Maddy said. She followed her older sister and dropped her own towel. She had on a navy bikini which contrasted nicely against her now-pale skin. She climbed into the tub. “We really oughta get one of these at home,” Katie said. “Yes!” Maddy agreed. “You can buy one, moneybags.” “Well, I don’t think cost is the issue. I mean look at this place,” Katie motioned at the expensive lodge suite we were staying in. “There’s just nowhere to put it at home.” “True,” Maddy said, disappointed. “But maybe one day!” We chatted some more about our day, Mom, our condo, Maddy’s school. Anything and everything. The night became still, completely silent save for the weak sound of the water as we changed positions. “Okay, Katie,” Maddy broke the tranquility, “now’s your time to show us how you’d handle your ‘skinny skiing’.” “Huh?” “You said you wanted to do it! Skiing naked!?” “Oh. Uhhh...not sure you noticed this, but we’re 7 floors up on a balcony Mads.” “Well, I don’t mean actually doing it. Just do a naked lap! Let’s see if you got what it takes.” “Ha! Yeah, no. I’ll leave the naked stuff to you two.” “Boooo!” Maddy and I said in unison. Katie squinted her eyes at me and gave me a crooked smile. “Why don’t you two do it, then?” She asked. “I never said I would do it,” Maddy answered. “Could you imagine if we did do it and mom woke up,” I added. “And you don’t think she’d be mad at me?” Katie said. “Look, I don’t have NEAR enough alcohol in me to run around naked.” “You don’t have any alcohol in you,” I corrected. “Shut up. Just proving my point even more. Not happening. Why are you even trying to get me to do this anyway? That’s gross.” Ohhhhhh Katie. She was just never going to admit it. That she enjoyed doing…whatever it is we were doing. That it was fun and exciting and she should fully release her inhibitions. But – with the exception of a few alcohol-fueled, way-too-fleeting instances – she wasn’t going to do it. And she certainly wasn’t going to do it in front of Maddy. And so, I played her game. “You’re right, that’s disgusting,” I said simply. “Alright guys, I’m getting dizzy, I gotta get out of here.” “No fun!” Maddy said, more so directed at Katie. I got out of the hot tub and walked inside. I didn’t look back until I shut the door. Katie was turned toward me, a hurt look on her face. I showered, and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. The last morning of our trip, Katie was eager to once again be my coach. But I was curious to see where things would go if I was more distant toward her. “I think I got this today, thanks.” “Okay,” was all she said. We went our separate ways. “Do you think Katie’s pissed about last night?” Maddy asked me, as the two of us rode the chair up to one of our last runs of the morning. “She hasn’t said much all day.” “Why would she be pissed?” “I don’t know. Maybe we were pushing too hard.” “Please. You really think that’s all it takes to piss her off? She’s got thicker skin than that.” “True.” “She’s prolly just depressed this is our last day. Back to reality tomorrow. You know?” “I don’t know. It started when you called her disgusting.” Maddy’s words hung in the air for a bit. “I didn’t…I mean…. I wasn’t saying she was disgusting. I was saying the situation was.” “The situation…hmmm…you mean, seeing her naked?” “Ummm…yeah…I guess,” I walked right into Maddy’s trap. She gave me a knowing grin. We did two more runs before our mom told us it was time to go. Maddy went over to grab our water bottles and other daily items from our locker. My mom, Katie, and I made our way back to the lodge. We changed into some comfortable clothing and prepared for the long drive home. “Where’s your sister?” Mom asked, once we got to the car. “Beats me, Drew was with her all day,” Katie responded coolly. “Oh shoot. I forgot my boot bag. Drew, can you run up to the room and grab it real quick? Here’s the key,” Mom asked. “Sure thing, be right back.” I ran over to the elevator and rode it up to our 7th floor suite. I flashed the card in front of the reader, saw green, and swung the door open. I was greeted by my younger sister, who stood bare-butt-naked in the entry room. “Ahhhhh!” She screamed. “Woah!” I averted my eyes, at first. “Oh Drew! You scared me!” She took a big sigh of relief. “Sorry!” “Is it just you?” “Just me. Grabbing Mom’s boot bag.” I shut the door and now looked at Maddy. She had both arms crossed over her boobs. Her lower half was uncovered, and she had her base layer trapped around her ankles. She made an instinctive motion to turn away, but thought better of it, and swung her hips back to face me. Her legs scissored back and forth for a second, before resting – no – thrusting her bottom half toward me. I realized why she did this, once I saw what was different from before. Her vagina was now shaved clean, and she was proud to show it off. My eyes widened when I noticed it and she beamed at me. Well? Her facial expression said it all. It was the approval I needed to go ahead and ogle. The natural light crept into the room from the windows, putting Maddy’s pale, pink pussy on display. Her mound was cute and puffy, similar to how I remembered her nipples. Her lips were engorged and welcoming, yet zipper-tight all the same. My God. “Thought this was disgusting,” she muttered. She nodded at the tent that had formed in my sweatpants. I remained at a loss for words. What was I supposed to say? “Guess I’m not ‘Muff Maddy’ anymore.” “I never called you that.” “I know.” A few more seconds passed as I continued to stare. “Okay, enough!” She laughed, and dropped a hand over her kitty. “You better get out of here while I change. Here’s the boot bag.” I saw it lying by the door. “Right,” I said. I grabbed the bag and hurried back downstairs to the rest of my family. “What took so long?” Katie asked. “Ohhh…ummm…there were a bunch of people clogging up the elevator. Everyone’s checking out today.” Katie looked at me with doubt. I’m sure my face was bright red. My mouth felt so dry. “Did you find your sister by chance?” Mom asked. “What? No!” I answered, a little too eagerly. “I mean, no. I’m not sure where she is.” “You sure you didn’t see her? She had to go back to our room at some point to change,” Katie was too smart for her own good. Thankfully, she didn’t push the issue any further. Maddy came strolling out about ten minutes later in her sweats. “Sorry, the key guy was taking forever with our locker. Here’s the water bottles,” She said. “Awww man what a lazy Sunday. I’m gonna nap the whoooole ride home!” I don’t think “lazy” is how I would have described it. “Katie come on! If we miss the flight Mom’s gonna kill us!” I shouted at my older sister who was finishing her packing. We were flying out of the city for the thanksgiving holiday. Maddy and our mom had already reached the destination, but Katie and I had to work, and were flying out a day later. “Calm down dude. It’s like three hours till boarding.” She responded to me, not in any kind of a hurry. “The roads and airport are going to be packed. Everyone’s rushing to travel this year because they couldn’t last year.” “We’ll be fine.” She finally began dragging her luggage down the stairs. “Can you give me a hand Drew?” Katie pointed to another large bag left on the top floor. “Jesus, Katie. We’re going for 5 days, do you really need that much?" “Have you ever been to Kevin and Amira’s place? It’s the middle of bumfuck nowhere. Like an hour to the nearest gas station. If you forget something, good luck.” “Think I’ll manage.” Kevin was one of our cousins who was hosting the family for the extended weekend. His wife, Amira, was a young Indian woman. She was a physician, still in training. She got placed at a large Midwest medical center for residency, hence, why they lived where they did. I’d actually never met her, but she was very beautiful. At least, judging by the pictures I’d seen. Katie and I called a ride and, just like I predicted, we sat in traffic for way too long. We were dropped off at the gate and the place was a zoo. Katie finally began showing some urgency. “Oh shit, we actually are gonna have to hurry.” She said, surveying the airport. I glared at her. We got in line for security, and I was wishing I’d taken my mom’s advice and gotten TSA precheck. The line moved at a snail’s pace; the staff was going through the motions moving people through. Anxiety filled the crowd and people began jamming up against each other, trying to secure their spot. “God, this bloooows.” Katie moaned. I could see some older dude brushing up against her loose fitting, grey sweatpants. She pulled her wavy brown hair over her shoulder to the front. I was fighting off a pair of obese women myself. “Drew! Katie!” I heard a voice shout from the back of the line. I looked over my shoulder and saw Kyle standing there, a wide grin on his face. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, the cherry on top,” Katie mumbled. “Shut up,” I whispered, laughing. She rolled her eyes at me. As the que snaked around, Kyle was able to get closer to us. He did a quick up and down of Katie. She looked at him blankly, probably happy to be wearing a hoody and sweat pants. “Kyle!” She greeted him in a half-hearted manner, attempting to sound polite. “What are the odds?!” He asked. “Well, the entire fucking city is here, so pretty high.” Katie muttered to me. I laughed. “Where you headed, bro?” I asked him. “Out west, where my folks live. You guys?” “Kansas.” “Uggggh. That sounds lame. What’s out there?” “Our cousin has this big old Victorian house in the middle of nowhere. He’s hosting a bunch of us for Thanksgiving.” “Ahh. Guess that’s not too bad then. When’s your flight?” “1:13.” He looked at his phone. “Holy shit! Are you gonna make it?! Mine’s not till 3:35.” “Well, congratulations Kyle!” Katie said with heavy sarcasm. He was taken aback. “Don’t mind her. She’s just frustrated cause I was right. As usual.,” I said. The line bent around again, putting some distance between us. “Ugggh, that guy. Where’d you meet him anyway?” Katie asked. “He plays basketball with us. He’s a good dude, just gets a bit awkward with girls around.” “Yeah well, he’s like 20. Needs to grow out of that.” “What did he say anyway? I don’t think it was that bad.” “It’s not what he says. It’s how he looks at me. Like he’s constantly envisioning me without clothes.” “I mean you did kiiiiinda give him a good look on Halloween.” “I didn’t give him anything.” “Well, who were you giving it to, then?” I loved playing dumb with her. “What? Nobody! Amy did that.” “Oh.” I said simply. She furrowed her brows at me. “Hey! You two! Let’s go!” The security guy all of a sudden had some urgency now that it was our turn. Katie and I had our tickets and IDs checked. We moved forward to the conveyor belt and put our bags, shoes, and electronics on it. I walked forward through the sensors without issue. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP I turned around to see that Katie had set things off. Of course. We were never gonna make it. A young, fat, security guy with a face full of acne asked her to stand still. He waved his wand over her. BEEP BEEP BEEP “Step aside Ma’am.” He said. I again, glared at my sister, nodding my head. She shrugged. I went and grabbed our bags and put my shoes back on. I could see some dads and moms with their kids behind us, looking at Katie with annoyance. “Alright here’s the deal,” the security guy came back over to us. “I’m gonna have to do a pat-down search. We can do it here, or at the office.” “Dude, our flight is boarding now. We need to get on it.” Katie said. “I’m sorry, I can’t let you on until you’re cleared.” “Cleared from what?! What could I possibly be hiding under this?” “I don’t know. Which is why I have to find out.” “Okay fine,” Katie looked around at all the people watching her. “Where’s this office?” “It’s all the way by gate 27.” “What! No way!” She again looked at the mob of people. “Whatever let’s just do it here and get it over with.” “Okay, step over here. We do have a privacy curtain.” He began leading her away. “Okay ma’am, for both of our protection, I need a witness to monitor. It may take me a second to find another staff member,” he indicated at the mayhem around us. “Do you have someone who can act as the witness.” Katie looked at me. Of course, she wasn’t going to seem eager about this. I glanced around, acting like I was minding my own business. “Ummm Drew.” She said timidly. “I think….I mean…we’re in a hurry. I don’t think we should wait around….” “That’s fine, I can do it.” I said, as reluctantly as I could manage. “Okay. Alright, yeah whatever. C’mon let’s go.” The security guard pulled both of us behind the black curtain. He pulled it around to cover us. “Okay, ma’am I’m gonna need to you to remove your sweatshirt.” “Okay…” Katie said nervously. She lifted her old college hoodie up and over her head. She was wearing a white camisole underneath. “I’m sorry, the shirt will need to come off as well,” he said. “Ugh. Fine.” Katie lifted the shirt off revealing a hot-pink bra. Her tits were pushed up in magnificent fashion. Even the guard looked astounded. Katie quickly looked at me and looked away. “Okay, you can either remove the bra for a quick check, or I can do it with it still on, but I’ll have to feel around.” “Ummmm,” Katie again looked at me uncertainly. “Well, I guess let’s just….I don’t know….Can I just leave it on then?” Damn. Why was she always so guarded about her boobs? Maybe they’re really weird looking or something. I did my best to not show my disappointment. “Sure.” The security guy pulled on her breasts and waved his wand. Katie looked super uncomfortable as he groped around. I never got to see much. “Okay,” he finally said. “You’re good on that half. Can you please remove your pants now?” Katie sighed with awkwardness. She pulled the drawstring of her sweatpants and untied them. They fell briskly to her ankles, and her matching bikini-cut underwear was now on show. I could see the guard struggling to maintain professionalism. He moved hungrily to Katie’s panties, eager to cop some more feels… “Wait!” Katie stopped him. “…Can I just take them down? I don’t want another search.” “That’s fine, the guard said, unhappily. “Go ahead.” He stepped back, watching and waiting. Katie looked at me. I could see she was fighting some internal battle. “Okay…Drew…can you look away? She asked. There was bit of regret in her voice. “I’m sorry, he needs to watch, or it defeats the purpose of a witness.” The guard replied. “Oh, okay!” Katie said, a bit too cheerfully. “Okay then, here.” She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear and slid them all the way down to her knees. “Oh,” I let out a stupid gasp as Katie, just like her sister, had switched things up on me. She was now the one with a bush. Though, it wasn’t near as full as Maddy’s had been. Her wispy brown pubes scattered over her vagina and clearly hadn’t been there in some time. When I gasped, she looked at me with embarrassment and tried to cover her hairy privates. “Sorry, ma’am please drop your hands to your sides.” Katie reluctantly obliged. “What are you guys doing back here?!” Kyle’s familiar voice suddenly boomed into the curtain. But he didn’t wait for a response. He tore open the curtain, and Katie’s nearly-nude body was exposed to all the annoyed onlookers! Except the dads were no longer annoyed. Christmas had come early for them and they feasted on my sister’s fun, patchy bush. “OHMYGOD!” Katie squealed and bent over to grab her panties. She grabbed them, and then bent the rest of the way down to retrieve her sweats. This put her cooch on show for a few more seconds as the wives attempted to shield their husband’s eyes in disgust. “What the fuck, Kyle?!” Katie shouted at my friend. “What? I didn’t know what was going on?! Why are you back here flashing your snizz at him again?!” He pointed at me. “Fuck YOU dude! And Fuck YOU too!” Katie turned to the guard. She picked up her camisole and hoodie and ferociously threw them over her head. She took her bag and stormed off toward our gate, not even bothering to hear if she was cleared. I gave a disappointed stare toward the guard and hurried after her. He looked pretty shook from the whole event and was probably going to get in a decent amount of trouble. Who knows what was going to happen to Kyle. Katie and I made it to our gate as the plane was finishing boarding. Our mom had booked first class tickets for us and we skipped the few people left in line. Katie snuck into the window seat and put her headphones on. She didn’t even look at me. A few stragglers rushed to board after us, and unfortunately, they had clearly been spectators to Katie’s exposure. The men smiled at her and one even winked as he walked slowly to the back. The women glared with anger at Katie. In their minds, this was all her fault. Simply for being hot. Katie shot them all a repulsed look back, before pulling her hood over her head and turning toward the window. It took about an hour or so before she broke the silence. “Did you tell Kyle I was flashing you at Halloween?” “Huh? No, he’s an idiot.” I said quickly. Glad to be free of the tension. “Then why did he say that?” She asked. “I don’t know. He said something that night too. I guess maybe it looked that way to him.” “Oh…” She didn’t seem convinced. “I mean the kid never gets attention from girls and always gets pissed about it. He’s somehow convinced himself that all women are out to humiliate him. So, I guess the notion that you would rather ‘flash’ –” I made air quotes to seem as satirical as possible “– your own brother, before flashing him goes in line with his normal thought process.” Katie gave a half smirk and rolled her eyes. She seemed to buy this explanation. We both sat there thinking a little longer before I accidentally let out a little chuckle. “What?” Katie turned to me. “Sorry, just couldn’t help but think. After ALL that ‘Muff Maddy’ shit…” She wrinkled her brow at me and gave a fake laugh. “Shut up.” “Just saying,” I had a big, dumb smirk on my face. “Why were you looking anyway?! Perv.” She tried her best to sound irritated, but I knew her game well by now. “The guard made me.” “The guard made me.” Katie repeated in a high-pitched, mocking tone. But she actually had a smile spread across her face. I faced forward, shaking my head. I didn’t say anything for about thirty seconds. “It’s just…” Katie began, in an uncharacteristically shy manner, “I thought it was like, you know, the new ‘in’ thing or something. I mean we all saw the way you reacted to hers. Yeah, and you should’ve seen the way I reacted to it in its new state… “Can we stop talking about this?” I asked. “YES!” Katie said. We both laughed. Our conversation shifted to other topics as the plan began its descent down to our destination. Once it landed, we both quickly grabbed our luggage and got off. We walked to the arrival platform where Maddy, our mom, and cousin Kevin greeted us. “Hey guys!” Maddy shouted excitedly. “Nice to see you guys.” Kevin greeted us warmly. “It’s been too long. How was your flight?” “Ummm” Katie and I looked at each other. “Uneventful.” I lied.

My Key West Adventure byapplevalyan© Hello again. My name is Valerie and I want to tell you about my latest exhibitionist experience. It happened this past summer. My husband, Ted and I had made plans to go to Key West, Florida one weekend late July. I was looking forward to getting away from town and people I know and turning into an exhibitionist slut. Well, one week before leaving, there was an accident at the business my husband works for and a couple people got badly hurt. Since he was their supervisor, he was told that he would have to reschedule his vacation and remain at work to help investigate the accident. They also needed help get the business up and going at full speed again. He was devastated but said he would. He rescheduled his vacation for late October. We are now planning to go to Fantasy Fest over Halloween weekend in Key West, but I’m sure that is going to be another story to write about.  I was so looking forward to going that I started to cry. My husband told me to stop crying and that if I could get my best friend Kim to go with me I could still go and use our reservations. [Kim is not her real name because her boyfriend might get upset with her if he reads this story.] Kim has got to be the best friend I have ever had. She has seen some of the pictures we have taken over the years, some on the web and some I don’t dare put on, and of some of the daring clothing I like to wear and has read the stories my husband and I have published. She went shopping with me a couple weeks ago and seen some of the unbelievably daring outfits I was planning on wearing in Key West. Kim has even bought a couple very short skirts that she wears when we go out partying together. She will wear thong underwear under her skirt but has as of yet gone pantyless.  I called Kim and asked told her of my husbands problem and that if she didn’t have any plans that I would love for her to join me in Key West. She screamed so loud she hurt my ear before I could pull the phone away. She said that she would love to go. I told her that I would see her about 9 tomorrow so we could go shopping. I was already making plans to get her some clothing like mind. It would be more fun if I could get her to loosen up while we were down there. As soon as we pulled away from her house I told her that since I was going to be wearing my g-string bikini, I wanted her to at least wear a thong bikini. She said she didn’t know if she could. I told her that she didn’t know anybody in Key West and that the people she was going to meet there she would probably never see again and that almost every girl there wore thongs and one more wouldn’t be noticed. She reluctantly agreed and said she would get one. While shopping I also talked her into buying a couple see-thru blouses and short sundresses. The day before we left, I packed everything I was taking into suitcase. But then again I wasn’t taking much. Two very short sundresses, two short skirts, two bikinis [a white and a red g-string], two halter-tops, two super short short-shorts, two sheer blouses, 4 pair shoes, make-up, and no bras or underwear. Since it was only about a six-hour drive, I was going to wear only a short tube dress down there. I wanted to wear the tube dress incase I got in the mood to flash truckers on the drive, which I like to do.  Kim called and said she wanted to know if she would need a long fancy dress any evening. I told her “no” and if she wanted I would be glad to come over and help her pack. She that she would love the help, so over I went. She had 3 suitcases on the bed. I reminded her that we were only going for the weekend and that all I was taking I put in 1 bag. I finally got her down to one bag. She took her new sundresses and blouses, her new thong and her string tie bikini, short-shorts and tank tops, some shoes. I wouldn’t let her pack any bras but allowed her to pack some thong panties. I took her bag with me so she wouldn’t change her mine. I told her I wanted it so I could go ahead and have the car packed when I picked her up at noon.  Before Ted left for work he gave me a little package and told me if I need to, to use them with care. I looked inside and it contained condoms. I gave my husband a big kiss and showed him just how much I loved him. When I got to Kim’s house, she came flying out the door wearing a large t-shirt and baggy shorts. I hollered at her to turn around and go back in the house and change. I said her clothes did not match our idea of a wild weekend. Once inside she asked what I thought she should wear. Since Kim and I are almost the same size, except she is a couple inches shorter than me, I pulled from behind my back one of my other tube dresses. She quickly pulled off the t-shirt and shorts and slid snuggly into the dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra but she did have underwear on. I said that before we could go she had to remove her panties. She said she couldn’t because the dress barely covered her ass. I said it was covered enough and that she would be sitting inside the car almost all the way there and this would be a good time to get use to going pantyless. She looked at me a couple seconds then pulled them off and tossed them in the hamper with the other clothes she removed. As we walked to the car she said it felt weird being outside in such a short dress and nothing on underneath and couldn’t believe I talked her into it. I said that she would be use to it in no time and that she might even like it as much as I did. She laughed and said, “Yea, right.” In about 15 minutes we were on I-95 southbound. The weather was nice and if we had no problems we would be in Key West in about 6 hrs. As Kim leaned the seat back and tried to relax, I pulled my dress up so I could sit on my bare ass and expose my pussy to anyone would look in the car. One trucker noticed as I eased by him and blew his horn, scaring poor Kim. That’s when she noticed what I had done. She said I was crazy and was going to cause an accident if some trucker couldn’t keep control of his truck. I said that was nothing and pulled down my top and let my tits loose. She asked how long I was going to drive like that. I said all the way to Key West if I wanted to but that I would get covered whenever we stopped for gas or pit stop. A couple hours later I had to pee so we stopped at a rest stop and took a break. Kim and I in our little tube dresses got a few looks from the men around there. Kim asked if I wanted her to drive a bit. I started to laugh and told her that it was a good idea and that it would give me a better chance to flash the truckers. Now that Kim was driving I wanted showed her how it was done. I pull my top down to my waist sat sideways on the seat and flashed the truckers. I also blew kisses, squeezed my tits, and pinched my nipples for them. Kim was laughing and enjoying my tormenting of the truckers. I finally reached over and pulled her top down exposing one of her breast. She opened her mouth as if to scream but didn’t and sucked in some air but left the top down. A couple minutes later without any words to me since I pulled her top down, she slowly reached down; I was thinking she was going to pull it back up. But she pushed the top of the dress down to her waist and had a smile on her face as she did it. I had never noticed before but her nipples were almost ½ an inch long when excited. She said she noticed how much fun I was having that she was thinking about pulling her top down for almost an hour but didn’t have the nerve to do it. And that when I yanked her top down it felt so good, she didn’t want pull it back up so she just had to push the top all the way down. I told Kim something I just couldn’t tell her earlier, but with her laughing at me and wiggling around in the seat, the dress had worked its way up to her crotch and that her pussy could just be seen. She looked down and then back up at me. I suggested that she leave it just like that, that it would be hard to see by someone passing by unless someone actually stopped beside the window and looked down.  Kim and I remained topless a while longer. We were just talking about getting off soon to get gas when we came up on an accident and Kim pulled up beside a big truck. The traffic was moving very slowly and as I looked up at the guy in the truck to flirt with him, he was already looking right past me and at Kim’s crotch. I told Kim I believed he was looking at her pussy and I could actually see her nipples hardening again. Then Kim surprised me, she reached down and touched her pussy while looking at the guy. Then as the traffic started to move again, Kim started rubbing herself and brought herself off in less than a minute. I grabbed the steering wheel just before she came or we may have bumped into the car on our left. Kim apologized for what she did and said that she had never masturbated herself in the car before but she just couldn’t stop herself. I told her that it was all right and that I understood because that I’ve brought myself off on the road a few times and really enjoyed letting someone watch me to do it as my husband drove.  Kim asked me when I last did that. I told her that it was last summer, Ted was driving back from Tampa along I-4 in Orlando during rush hour and that I had been completely naked since Tampa and had been teasing the truckers anyway I could think of. I had showed them tits, ass, and pussy. I even put my bare ass out the window and reached around and spread my pussy for them. I said that had gotten so hot and horny that I put my feet on the dash lifted my ass off the seat and fingered myself until I had one of the most intense orgasms I had had in a long time. Kim’s mouth was wide open when I finished telling her my story. She asked if I was kidding her and I had to tell her “no”.  Watch Kim had gotten me worked up and telling her my little story didn’t help any. Then Kim dared me to do it again. I was more than glad to accept her dare. I removed my dress and told her she needed to pull the bottom part of her dress up to her waist. She did it with out a word or second thought. I stared to play with myself and as we approached the next truck, I go on my knees and faced the window. Kim slowed down beside the truck as I rubbed my tits and fingered my pussy. After about 10 seconds, Kim accelerated away and I sat down again. Kim was laughing and said she could tell I was enjoyed showing off. A few minutes later we came up on another truck, I told Kim to watch what I was going to do. As she slowed for the truck I again go on my knees and placed my ass against the window and bent over giving a good look at my pussy. I reached between my legs and put two fingers in my pussy and started to finger fuck myself in earnest and told Kim not to leave the truck until I finished. After cumming I collapsed back into my seat and I her Kim laughing almost hysterically, I asked what was up and said I had just got off for a lady trucker.  Well we finally got to our hotel in Key West. Kim and I remained in our state of undress all the way, I was happy Kim was warming up to the flashing side. We covered ourselves, checked in and found our room. I called and left a message my husband letting him know we arrived safe. After freshening ourselves up a bit, we went out to get a bite to eat. We decided to remain in our tube dresses and went to a quaint little snackbar nearby. As we sat with our backs to the wall, side by side, at our table eating our sandwiches a couple of guys sitting across the room kept looking at us. I mentioned it to Kim and she giggled as she said that they were probably looking up our dresses at our pussy. Kim hadn’t even mentioned her lack of panties until then. I knew she was right so I gave the guys a little more to look at. After spreading my knees about 6 inches I felt Kim’s knee bump mine. I looked at Kim and smiled and said to her, “Girl, I felt your knee bump mine, are you spreading your legs and flashing those guys you pussy?” She blushed and mumbled “no.” I told her it was “OK” and to go for it because I was already doing it. A few minutes later, one of the guys came over and asked if we would like to join them for some dancing and partying. I said I would love to, but it would have to be another night. We had just got in and were exhausted and just wanted to go back to our room and rest tonight. He gave us his and his friends phone number and said to give him a call when we were ready.  Kim and I got back to the room just as the sun was setting. I looked out our patio window and seen the very inviting pool. I told Kim I was going to put on my suit and go get in the pool awhile. She said that sounded great and would join me. I had to go to the bathroom so I removed my dress and walked nude to the bathroom before putting on my suit. When I came out, Kim was wearing her thong. I put my red g-string and we went to the pool. At the pool I told Kim that she had surprised me by wearing her thong, I though she would probably wear her full bottom coverage bikini first. She said that after today she may never wear that suit again except around her family. She said that she also thinking about maybe buying a g-string like mine. I told her we would go tomorrow and find one for her.  After an hour or so relaxing in the pool we dried off and went back to the room. After showers Kim said that she had forgotten to pack anything to sleep in. I told said I didn’t forget that I always wore my sleepwear. She gave me a questioning look and I told her I always slept nude. She smiled and said she had done that a couple of times but that it hadn’t even crossed her mind tonight, but it sound like the thing to do. I got in bed and was asleep in lest than 5 minutes.  We both awake about 8 am and had room service deliver breakfast. Kim answered the door wearing a see-thru blouse and thong panties. I decided to lie in bed on my stomach but completely uncovered, giving the poor dude a good look at my completely naked backside. Kim chuckled and said I should have seen the guy’s eyes going back and forth between her tits and my bare butt. After breakfast I pulled on one of my little sundresses and Kim did the same, then she reached up and removed her panties. “So you enjoyed going bare under your dress yesterday?” I asked. Kim said she did and may not wear any more panties the rest of the weekend. I kissed her on the cheek and told her good for her and to let’s go out have some fun. Our first stop was to find her a g-string bikini. We easily found a store that sold some. Since mine were red and white she wanted a different color. She found a yellow one she liked and headed for the checkout. On our way to checkout we pasted some little skirt and top outfits. I found one I just had to get. It was a light blue short lace top and a short lace flare skirt. I had to try it on before we left. It fit beautifully! The top fell to just below my breast and laced up the front, and the skirt covered my ass by no more than two inches and when I spun around my ass would show. I was going to buy this, go dancing in it, and show everyone my ass and shaved pussy. I showed it to Kim and she got her a black one just like it.  We got back in our sundresses and decided to go walk around a mall and window shop, and to show off a little too. The nearest mall was a couple miles away. I asked directions from a couple young guys on the street as Kim bent over to put her packages in the trunk. I saw one guy do a double take at Kim; about half her ass was exposed as she bent in the trunk. She stood up closed the trunk and winked at the guys as she walked back to us. I told Kim to drive, as it was now my turn to flash. I opened the door and bent over to put my purse in and then lifted my skirt up so I could sit on my bare ass. I then turned and waved to the guys as we pulled out. Kim stated that this flashing was fun and that she wished she had started doing sooner.  We found the mall and spent the next couple of hours walking around the mall bending over to show our asses a few times and riding up and down the escalators when we were able to get a male behind us. We also ate lunch at ‘McDonalds’ in the mall, both of us giving the young guy cleaning tables a good look at our pussies before we left. My pussy was wet by the time we got to the car. I drove back to the room and told Kim how horny and wet I was and she told me she was too. I then remembered my husband had put one off my old toys that didn’t vibrate anymore under the seat, I told Kim to reach under the seat and she what she could find. She reached under the seat then her eyes opened wide. She asked if this is what she thought it was. I told her to pull it out and see if it was. My husband had wrapped it in an old washcloth to keep it clean. I dared Kim to use it now as we drove down the streets of Key West. She answered by smiling and leaning the seat back. She then lifted her skirt, spread her legs and slowly inserted the wonderful toy. In just a few minutes she started to moan and tremble. She removed it, spit on it and wiped it clean with the washcloth and told me to pull over so she could drive. I pulled over in a convenient store parking lot and swapped seats with Kim. I had that thing in my pussy before she got out of the parking lot. I few minutes later and closed my eyes as I left that dildo in me until we reached the hotel. I wrapped it in the washcloth and took it to our room for a good cleaning.  Once in our room we decided to put on our g-strings and go down to the beach. Kim started to put on some shorts to wear down to the beach. I faked a cough, threw a towel over my shoulder and started for the door. Kim understood and removed her shorts, and tossed her towel over her shoulder. We walked bare ass through the hotel lobby to the beach. Kim said she felt so wicked being almost naked in public and that she was enjoying it. I thought to myself, just wait until tonight girlfriend and we will she just how wicked you can be. We spread out our towels and started putting lotion on. I slid my triangle tops together until all they covered was my nipple, leaving almost my entire breast open to view. I was getting ready to put on lotion when I noticed a group of teenage boys watching us. I let Kim know and then I put lotion in my hand. I actually lifted my top, bearing my tits for the boys to see as I rubbed them, covering them with lotion, then I put the top back in place. Kim saw how I did it and did the same but turning around to face the teens before she lowered her top. After getting some sun on our front I asked Kim to lotion down my back. I untied my top as I got on my stomach. I told Kim to rub the lotion in on my ass real good but not to block the boys view as she did it. When she was done I told her I would do her backside. When she finished she removed her top letting the boys she her tits again before she got on her stomach. I sat up leaving my top off as I lotioned Kim’s back up. I spent extra time on her ass, I heard her moan as I rubbed upper thigh and lower ass area and she spread her legs a bit. I took the invitations and probed between her legs a bit, she moaned again and spread more. I had never touched a woman’s pussy before but I couldn’t stop. I slipped a finger under her suit and found a hot wet pussy. She made no attempt to stop me so I inserted a finger inside. She was hot, I moved it in and out a few of times and I felt her squeeze my hand with her legs as she jerked a little. She then relaxed her legs and I removed my hands and lay down on my towel but not before I looked to see if the boys were still there. They were and a couple of them were rubbing themselves.  A couple hours later we straightened out suits and went back to the room, strutting our bare asses across the lobby again. We took our showers and took a short nap, but remained nude in the room with the curtains wide open until dinner tonight. No mention was made about was occurred on the beach until just before we started to dress. I told Kim that I just had to apologize about what I did to her this afternoon on the beach. She told me not to worry. She didn’t know why she let me touch her like that but not to worry. She wasn’t mad at me. She was a bit confused at herself because she had never let a woman touch her like that before but that it felt so good and that since the boys were watching she didn’t want me to stop and was glad I didn’t. She said she couldn’t explain it but she enjoyed being exploited in public like that. I laughed and said to her, “Well girl, it looks like you’ve become an exhibitionist like me and it sure didn’t take you very long. Just think of all the fun we are going to have when we go dancing in our new lace tops and skirts tonight. Just think of all the people checking out our bare asses and pussies as we twirl around the dance floor.” Kim said, “Oh God, I’m getting horny just thinking about it.”  Since was only around 5pm we decided to go walk around downtown a bit and check out the local shops. I decided to wear a sheer top and very short white denim skirt. Kim wore one of my thin halter tops and a pair of my laced up the side jean super short-shorts. I swear half of her ass hung out the bottom of those shorts. I had only worn them twice but I didn’t realize they were that short. We both enjoyed our walk downtown. We looked like a pair of street whores strutting our merchandise. We even had a couple offers but that wasn’t what we came here for. We just wanted to be seen and we were definitely doing that. We bent over to let some lucky guy see our ass every chance we got and both of our tits were easily seen thru the tops we wore. But some how I needed more.  It was starting to get dark as we headed back to our room to change into our lace outfits. I called my husband and told him I missed and loved him and that Kim and I were having fun. I told him that I wouldn’t be surprised if he got to see a lot more of Kim, literally. I told him that Kim had loosened up and was almost as much as a showoff as I was.  We decided to go to a club those two guys we meet yesterday evening told us about. With any luck we would meet them there. Our luck turned out good. As we got out of he cab, they pulled in the parking spot next to us. They were by themselves and asked us to join them, we agreed. The place was already jumping when we got inside. Eric and Thomas were regulars and quickly got us a table. It was easy to tell we were braless; the lace was thin enough to easily see our nipples though. And we both loosely laced up the front of our tops, about a 2 inch gap was down the front of our short tops. Both Eric and Thomas kept looking at our tops I’m sure hoping to see more, and they had a very good chance of it before the night was done. I’m also sure that it wouldn’t be long before they figured out we had no panties on either. We got our drinks and talked for a bit before we were ready to dance. I could tell that Kim was nervous about tonight so I whispered in her ear not to be nervous that I would be beside her all night. I was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol by the time I was on my third drink. I don’t drink often so I can get a buzz pretty quick. I finally asked Eric when we were going to dance. He stood up and offered me his hand and I took it. Thomas stood and took Kim’s hand and off we went to the dance floor. Let the fun begin I thought. I got completely lost in the rhythm and danced my heart out it wasn’t long before I noticed people around the stage watching Kim and me. Eric finally held me close as we danced and I started running my hand all over his body, he stared to do the same to me. He finally reached under my skirt and found I was without. I asked if I had forgotten them I told him no and that I never wore them and that my friend wasn’t wearing any either. I looked over at Kim and her guy had his hand up the front of her skirt, she looked at me and smiled. I told Eric to look what his friend was doing to my friend. He looked over and gave his friend a thumbs up and then put his hand up the front of my skirt. I sure the hell wasn’t going to stop him. I wanted him to feel me up in front of everybody.  During the next song I had a wicked idea. I removed Eric’s hand and went over to Kim. I asked her if she would like to put on a show for everybody. She agreed and I told her to just follow my lead. I told her to first dance with me. As we danced I unlaced my top to expose my tits, Kim did the same. I walked to her and embraced her. As we were hugging I asked her would she mind if I kissed her, she said “No”, so I did. We gave each other a big long kiss. As I kissed her I reached down under her skirt and grabbed her bare ass, she did the same to me and then slipped me her tongue. We kissed and fondled each other’s ass for about a minute and didn’t separate until we heard whistling and clapping. We smiled at each other and then bowed to the crowd on one side of the room, then bowed to the crowd on the other side showing our bare ass and pussy when we bent. Kim and I danced till after two and danced with almost every guy there and were felt up by most of them. We left our tops open all night letting everyone see our tits or feel them up. Kim’s and my skirt were pulled up high on our waist causing our ass and pussies to be on permanent display. We were so close to naked that should have just taken our clothes on off but I didn’t want to loose my new clothes.  Kim and I went to the bathroom and cleaned ourselves up a bit and pulled back down our skirts but we both wanted to leave out tops open. Eric and Thomas walked us outside to their car and gave us ride back to the hotel. I was so horny I had to be fucked so I asked Kim if it was all right to invite them back to our room. She said it was fine with her because she needed a hard cock in her soon. So we asked Eric and Thomas up to our room. In the elevator on the way up I completely removed my top and skirt and asked Eric to carry them for me. I got my key from my purse and gave him the purse to carry too. The doors opened and I walked naked down the hall to the room, opened the door, went to my suitcase and tosses a few condoms on the bed and them told Eric to drop everything and to get over here and fuck me. Before Eric was naked I looked over at Kim and she was on her knees sucking Thomas’s cock. Kim and I did both guys alone and both guys at the same time that night. They left about 7am. Kim and I showered and fell asleep with smiles on our faces. I awoke about 3pm. After going to the bathroom I got back in bed and started remembering the night before. Kim awoke and when she returned from the bathroom she caught me with my finger in my pussy. She asked me what I was thinking about. We both laughed them she told me she had a wonderful dream last night. She said that she dreamed that we were dancing on a stage and started to kiss and as we kissed our clothes just fell away until we were naked. We started to suck each other’s tits and them eat each others pussy as the crowds watched. She said she awoke soon after and that when she touched her pussy it was soaking wet. She had to finger fuck herself to orgasm before she could go back to sleep. I asked if she had ever had dreams like that before. She said she hadn’t but had wondered a couple of times what being with a woman would be like and that she had enjoyed our kiss last night. I told her that surprisingly I had too.  Kim then climbed in bed on top of me and we kissed. Kim slowly worked her way to my breast and started to lick and nibble my rapidly hardening nipples. She slowly kissed and nibbled her way down my waist to my pussy. I eagerly opened my legs to her kisses. I felt the electricity when she first touched her lips to my pussy. My husband was good at eating me out but he couldn’t hold a candle to what Kim was doing to me right now. She sent me over the edge in record time. She slid back up me and gave me a wet kiss and said that I tasted good. I told her to roll over that now it was my turn to taste pussy. I did to her exactly what she did to me. Except that when she came she almost crushed my head between her legs.  We held each other a while and decided that we would do this again someday. I told Kim that Ted had a fantasy of being in bed with two women at once and that if she was up to screwing my husband we could do each other again. She said that she could and would love to and that her boyfriend had also talked about a threesome once and that we could have each other again if I did her boyfriend. I said that’s great and then we could say that we would like to do two guys at once and that we could get them together to do us. Kim said it looked like we had a plan; we laughed and gave each other a kiss. I was hungry so I told Kim I was going to put on my white g-string and short skirt and walk down to the little snack bar we visited when we first arrived. She said sounded like a good idea, so we got dressed. We both adjusted our tops so just the nipple area was covered, in other words only about 2 inches wide. Just outside the snack bar Kim said that something didn’t feel right. She stop and looked around, then said I know. She reached under her skirt and removed the bottom of her suit. She smiled and said; “Now I feel better.” I said she was right and removed mine as well. We put our bottoms in our purses and went inside.  Kim said she felt like sitting on bar stools at the bar. We found two with a view of the ocean and sat, our skirts hanging over the edge of the stood and just barely covering our ass. The guy behind the bar was cute and friendly. We ordered two sandwiches, fries, and beer. When he left I saw Kim slowly adjust her top a little narrower. I wanted to play too, so I slid mine a little narrower. I have silver dollar size nipples so I slid mine right to the edge of the areola. Kim was watching the guy in his tight cutoff jeans and didn’t notice that now I had my top smaller than hers. When the guy returned he definitely noticed the size shrinkage of our tops and started to flirt with us. He said he liked our tops; they were about the smallest he had ever seen in there. Kim asked if they were too small we could make them bigger. He said that they were just fine and left to help another customer. When he returned I said, “But if the tops are too big, all we have to do is this.” I reached up and slid the material together over one breast as far as it would go, uncovering about half my areola. Kim said no fair! And slid both top parts far apart completely exposing her tits. He stood straight up and said that Kim had better cover up. He said he didn’t mine but some of the other people might complain and he didn’t feel like hassling with that today. So Kim pouted her lips and covered up. We told him the hotel we were staying at and that we were planning to be on the beach or by the pool the rest of the afternoon. We finished our meal and when he brought the check I opened my purse and removed my suit bottom and put it on the counter to get my money. He looked at my suit bottoms and Kim said to him, “ Yep, that’s her bottoms, she’s not wearing anything under that little skirt right now, and neither am I. Would you like to see?” The guy said sure. Kim stood up turned around and flipped up the bottom of her skirt. I paid the guy and left him a nice tip and stood up. As I stood I pulled the back of my skirt a couple inched higher on my waist. I hoped it bared the bottom lobes of my ass cheeks as I walked out of the snack bar. Just to make sure, I dropped my purse at the door on the way out and bent over to pick it up. I looked back as I was bent over and almost ever eye in that place was looking at my ass and pussy. It sent a chill down my back right to my pussy. Kim didn’t see what I had done and I told her as we walked to the beach, she said she wish see could have seen their faces. We when back to our room, put our bottoms on, got towels and went to the beach. Since the sun was low in the afternoon sky we didn’t bother with lotion, we just got in the surf. These little suits aren’t made for playing in the surf; we both almost lost our bottoms in the waves [now wouldn’t that have been a shame], so we headed for the pool. We rinsed the salt water off before we got in the pool and Kim commented on that my suit was transparent when wet. I had forgotten that my husband dared me the last time I wore this suit to remove what little bit of lining the suit had and I did. I told her why it was see-thru and she said she would have to do that to her suit the first chance she got. Well, we spent the new couple of hours around the pool in our little g-strings. Flirting with a couple of guys we met there and returned to our room. Kim immediately got out some little scissors from her make-up bag and started to remove the lining of her suit. When she finished she said she want to get in the pool before we left tomorrow to she how much I could see through her suit.  We both felt like a drink so we showered and put on little sundresses and went to the hotels lounge. Kim’s dress buttoned all the way down the front with little closely spaced buttons, she left the bottom three unbuttoned. When she pulled the dress apart to see if it was unbuttoned too much, I just could see the bottom of her pussy. Perfect she said. And the top she left about 6 buttons undone, leaving the first button buttoned a couple inches below her breast. That only left about 10 buttons fastened. My dress laced up the front from about my waist upwards. I tied knots at the end of each string and pulled the lacing apart so you could see skin all the way to my waist, you could see a lot of breast but no nipple unless I leaned over. This dress is the shortest I own, I’ve got t-shirts longer than this dress. Kim said it covered my crotch by only an inch. I decided to call my husband again before we left. I told him what dress I was wearing and he laughed and told me to be careful that I might get attacked in that dress. I told him I would be fine, he gave me plenty of condoms to use and that I might not bring any home. He laughed and told me he loved me. And that he would see me Monday night. There were only about 15 people inside when we got there, mostly men. We went to the bar and ordered beers. Kim and I both hopped onto the bar stools there and faced each other. I spread my legs a bit and asked Kim if she could see anything. She said a little and asked about her, I looked down and could see the lips of her pussy. But before I could answer I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turn around to find the guy at the snack bar standing there. He said his name was Antonio and he was just showing up for work here. He said he only worked part-time at the snack bar and that when we mentioned we were staying here, he was hoping he would see us here tonight. He then looked down at our dresses and asked if we were planning to showoff some tonight also. I smiled and said, “ You can bet your ass we are.” I then reached down and lifted my skirt to shown him. He then asked if we if ever wore panties. I told him that I never wore panties, it would ruin all the fun I had flashing my pussy. While we were talking a couple business type men came in and sat at the table next to us and had seen me flash the Antonio. As I spun slowly around in my chair to face Kim again, I made sure to leave my legs apart. Kim was already facing the men giving them a long look between her legs. We would flash the poor guys a minute or so then turn back to the bar and drink a little. Antonio came down and talked to us a couple times I made sure to lean over enough so he could look down my dress and see my tits, I’m sure this caused the back of my dress to lift up and bare my ass to the business men but then that is what I came in here to do. Right! Kim got Antonio’s his attention a couple times then pulled her undone top to one side to bare a tit for him. About her third beer, she had unbuttoned the dress to her waist leaving only 5 buttons done up. Her tits were barely covered now; it didn’t take much to flash them now.  We started to talk with the guys at the table a bit, and then Kim got up and sat on one of the guy’s lap. He reached up and cupped one of Kim’s tits and she just giggle and said she liked to have her tits played with. The other guy motioned for my to sit in his lap, I thought what the hell and got up. I straddled his legs and sat down facing him. I told him that my friend likes to have her tits played with but I liked it better when someone played with my pussy. His eyes opened wide as I took his hand and placed it between my legs. He played with me for a while when the music started to play. I told him I wanted to dance. I lead him to the dance floor, as he put his arms around me I told him to lift my dress so my entire ass could be seen. He did, I felt so wicked with my entire ass on display. I seen Kim dancing near us, and the guy still had hold of her tits as they danced. Then Kim did it, she shook her shoulders and the dress fell to the floor. She just kicked it way and was totally naked in public. A couple minutes later Antonio told us we had better hurry and leave; the manager was going to call the police. I grabbed Kim’s dress and told her to hurry and put it on. We had to leave now, the police had been called and we might get arrested. We were dressed and gone in 30 seconds. In the elevator Kim was shaking. I asked if she was alright and she said she was, that she had just had an unbelievable orgasm. She said it started while she was on the dance floor and didn’t stop until she was in the elevator. She said that being naked in public was the most exhilarating thing she had ever done and wanted to do it again some day.  We got to our room and undressed. I looked out our balcony window and seen the lights go out in the pool area. I all the sudden felt like going skinny-dippin. I grab a towel wrapped it around me and told Kim I was going for a swim. She asked why now, and I said there were no lights on in the pool and it was a perfect time. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her as the door closed. We took the stairs to the bottom floor to get to the pool. There was nobody around so I dropped my towel in a chair and climbed in, Kim was right behind me. I surprised Kim when I turned around and gave her a big hug and kiss. We kissed a few seconds then separated, we floated neck deep and relaxed a bit. Then we heard someone coming, it was a young couple. They stopped when they noticed us, they both had towel wrapped around them. I told them to come on in that the water was perfect. The man said no that they went exactly dressed right. I said that neither were we, I walked to the shallow end and stood up bringing my naked tits out of the water. I said that both my friend and I were naked and we would like for them to join us. The girl just dropped her towel and jumped in. The guy picked up her towel and put it in a chair along with his. After he got in the pool we got closer together and talked. We found out that they had just gotten married that afternoon. I said jokingly, “What, you mean you not in bed banging one out.” The girl said that they had already done it a couple times since they had gotten here and now they were taking a rest. I told them that if my husband was here and we were skinny-dipping, I would want him to do me in the pool. The guy said he was telling her that exact thing as they were walking here but wouldn’t try it now since they weren’t alone. I called him a chicken, and said that was part of the thrill, doing with people around and not getting caught. Kim said that we would leave them along now so they could enjoy themselves.  Kim led me away to the far side of the pool and started to play with my pussy. I reached down and started to play with hers. Kim said she wanted to see who could get the other off first. I said, “OK, game on.” So we were fingering each other and kissing. We both came about the same time, I swear! I looked over at the young couple and they were going at it. They were about chest deep in water and her legs were around him. When the water stopped splashing from between them we gave a little clap. The girls said that watching us had got them so turned on, and that he got hard in a hurry and she didn’t want to waste a good hard-on. I asked her how she liked having sex in water. She said that she enjoyed it and wanted to do it again tomorrow, maybe even on the sly with other people in the pool. Kim and I got out of the pool and dried off while the young couple watched.  I made a startling discovery after drying off. Neither one of us had our room key! That meant that one of us had to go to the lobby in just a towel and get another key. I quickly volunteered. Kim said she wanted to come along. We both walked into the lobby holding our wet towels. The only person there was a middle-aged man behind the counter. I explained to him that we went for a quick dip and forgot our keys. He said it wasn’t the first time that had happened and got us a key. As I reached for the key my towel slipped a bit, causing one of my tits to come out. I smiled but left it uncovered and said I also forgot my suit. He just smiled and chuckled. As we walked by pool back to the room, I looked back and saw that the hotel clerk watching us. I told Kim he was watching, so I released the hold on my towel and wrapped it over my arm. Kim did the same. We pasted the pool and noticed the young couple was gone, so we turned to face the clerk and waved to him. Kim and I remained naked all the way to the room. Kim said that walking around naked had gotten her horny again. I reached inside my suitcase and tossed the dick to her. She wasted no time in putting it to use. Watching her pleasure herself was getting me worked up. I started to slowly stroke my pussy while watching her. When Kim finished she tossed me my toy and said it looked like I needed it now. After getting myself off, I kissed Kim goodnight and crawled in bed with her.  The next morning we ordered room service again. Kim was in the shower so I answered the door naked. The guy almost dropped the tray. I took it from him, turned and put it I on the table. I went and got my purse and got out 5 dollars to give him a tip. I turned and there were three guys standing there. I calmly walked to them and told them I was sorry but I only had 5 dollars left to tip with. The original guy said never mind, I could keep it. At this time Kim came out of the bathroom and walked naked to the door. “What’s going on here?” she asked. “I take a shower for five minutes and catch you standing naked in the doorway with three guys.” I told her that they had just brought breakfast and I didn’t have enough cash to tip them all so I had just decided to let them get a good look at my naked body. I slowly turn giving them a good look at my backside, and then I spread my legs and bent way over giving them a good look at my pussy. Kim reached down and spread the lips of my pussy apart. Then Kim asked if anybody wanted to put a finger in my pussy. All three of them did, no big surprise there. I stood and thanked them for the good service and closed the door. Kim and I laughed all during breakfast; she said she wished I could have seen their faces when she asked them if they wanted to finger me.  After breakfast we packed our clothes except for our g-strings and short skirts we plan to wear home. We loaded our suitcases in the car and went to the pool. We left our skirts in the room because we planned to shower before we left. We got to the pool; there were a few people around but no children. I knew my suit was see-thru when wet but Kim hadn’t gotten her wet since removing the lining. Her brown nipples were easily seen thru her yellow suit. And if she didn’t shave her bush I’m sure it would have been easily seen too.  We went to the room and showered. I showered first and put back on my top and skirt. I picked up my bottoms and then remembering how Kim said she wanted to be naked in public again some day. I picked up ALL her clothes and told her I was going on down to the car and get it cooled off. She said she would be down as soon as she dried off. I closed the door and hurried to the car. As I waited for her I removed my top. In about 5 minutes here came a totally naked Kim walking out the front doors of the lobby towards the car. As soon as she closed the door, I pulled out and headed north. Kim was breathing heavy. I reached behind the seat and pulled out my dildo and asked if she needed it. She pulled it from my hand and quickly shoved it all the way in. She came I less than a minute. She looked at me and said, “I love you, you little rat! She said she about panicked when she noticed all her clothes were gone but then she knew what I had done for her. She said she met one of the boys from this morning in the elevator and told him that I had taken all her clothes to play a trick on her but that she was going to surprise me by walking naked out of the hotel. She said he offered her his jacket but she refused saying that she wanted to surprise me and if she covered up it would ruin the surprise. And when the elevator doors opened, there were 15 to 20 people in the lobby. She just took a breath and slowly walked across the lobby and out the front door. She said that she enjoying the feeling of the warm sun on her naked body and that she almost walked past the car to the far side of the parking lot, but thought that maybe she had better not. She also said that being nude in public, in the daylight, was much more intensive than being nude in a semi dark room like last night. I told her I knew exactly what she meant and I told her my most exciting experience. [Read my ‘Showoff Weekend’ story] She said she really enjoyed being naked in public and wanted to stay that way all the way home. I said she could if she wanted too but she might need to put on a top and skirt at gas and bathroom stops. That what we did too, we put them on just before we stopped and removed them as soon as we could.  I dropped Kim off at he house, after we had put our tops and skirts back on. I helped her get her suitcase for my trunk and told her to come over around noon and we could work on our tans by the pool. She said she would love to and would see me tomorrow. I was unloading my suitcase from my trunk when Ted pulled in the driveway. I made sure to bent way over to give him a look at my bare ass under my skirt as he drove up. He got out of his truck and gave me a big squeeze and hug while grabbing my bare ass. He said he wanted me real bad; I looked at him and said that it sounded great to me but did he wanted to do me here or in the house. He picked me up and carried me in the house put me over the end of the couch and gave it to me from behind. Hard and fast, it felt great. After cleaning up I modeled my new lace top and skirt for him. He said he wish he could have seen me dancing in it, I told him he will in October. That night as we were having sex in bed I told him about the guys Kim and I did together and about what Kim and I did to each other. Ted’s fucked me twice as I told him. His cock never went soft. He called me his little exhibitionist slut. I love it when he calls me his slut as he’s fucking me. I do believe I would do anything or anybody for this man if he asked me to. I told him Kim was coming over tomorrow to visit. He asked if I was going to eat her pussy again. I told him to come home early and find out. He said he just might. Kim showed up around noon wearing a tank top that just covered her ass. Half her tit was showing through the armholes of the shirt. I asked if she brought her suit to wear around the pool. She stopped and said she didn’t know she needed one. I told her she didn’t and that I was just teasing her, as I reached beneath the shirt to fine her naked underneath. I was already naked when I opened the door for her. We went to the pool and I took a large pitcher of lemonade out with us. Ted showed up about half and hour later and found us both naked by the pool. I stood and asked Ted if he remembered Kim. He said he did but had never seen her looking so good. Kim stood and asked if he liked seeing her naked. He said that of course he did. Kim said that she likes to she naked men too. I said, “ Yea Ted, you are way overdressed, now let Kim and I help you undress.” Ted just raised his arms as Kim and I undressed him. I told Kim that since she was my guest she should remove the final piece of clothing. Kim got on her knees in front of Ted as she slowly pulled down his underwear. He was sporting one fine hard-on; Kim wrapped her hand around it and licked her lips. I told her to go ahead and taste him. As she was giving Ted head, I came up behind him and reached around to hold him tight. I could fill his breathing increase the closer he got to cumming. I had to hold him up when he shot his load deep in Kim’s throat. Kim, Ted, and I had sex the rest of the afternoon, outside and inside the house and in the pool. One of my favorite times was Kim sitting on the edge of the pool. I was eating her out as Ted was fucking me from behind.  I’ll write later this year about our Fantasy Fest trip.

My Sisters and Me by drew I did my best to avoid Katie the next few weeks and I’m sure she did the same. In the moment, it was exciting and taboo, and sexy as hell playing strip games with her. But it was soberingly shameful afterward. It was odd, I never felt this humiliation after my interactions with Maddy. Perhaps because those occurred (mostly) with just us two. Maddy was also much more natural about it. On the occasions where Katie and I did run into each other, there was mostly awkward silences and glances. But a few weeks later, she was back to her bossy, confident self. “You’re wearing that?” She gave me a disgusted look as I got ready to leave the house for a date. I was eager to get away from all this “icky” sister shit and hopefully see some non-familial pussy. It had been too long. “Awww I think he looks cute K!” Maddy said. “If he’s trying to be the next star of My Big Redneck Wedding,” Katie responded. “You look like a scarecrow.” Maddy giggled, but interjected. “Stop it! He does not!” But I actually kind of did. Dressed in a flannel and jeans, all I was missing was a straw hat. I laughed it off. “Where’d you meet this chick anyway?” Katie asked. “Farmers only dot com?” “Shut up. Why you so interested anyway?” “I’m not. Just saying.” She laughed and raised her eyebrows before turning back to whatever show she was watching. “Bye Drew!” Maddy said. “C-ya MADDY.” I emphasized her name and gave a mocking look toward Katie, who turned back to me. She returned the look and rolled her eyes as I walked out the door. Alas, my date went well enough, but she (Jamie) was clearly not a girl who “hooked up.” Not really wanting a full-blown relationship, I let her know. She seemed disappointed but we agreed to be friends. In the past, I may have pushed a little harder, or been vaguer with my intentions. Especially as hot as Jamie was. But it was as if I wasn’t even that interested. And Maddy and Katie kept creeping into my thoughts….God I was fucked up. I returned home in blah mood. Usually, if I didn’t go home with my date, I would have the urge to watch some porn and jerk off before going to sleep. There’s a lot of restraining urges when trying to make a good first impression. But tonight, I just wasn’t feeling it. I struggled to fall asleep for a little bit when I noticed the hallway light turn on. Katie’s door opened and she emerged in my sight line. Dressed in only a tiny navy thong, she walked to the bathroom, holding her tits in her hands. Entranced by her sporty ass, I was instantly brought back to the strip-cards night when I saw it bare. She wasn’t in a hurry. Her hips swayed intoxicatingly back and forth as she strutted down the hall. The bathroom door shut behind her and I was stiff as a board. I waited patiently to see what she did. I heard the sink water running and the bathroom door reopened. Katie made her way directly to my room with a boob in each hand. She looked into my room in a calm, self-assured manner, though I’m not positive she could actually see me. She disappeared around the corner, the light turned off, and that was that. So much for not jerking off, I thought to myself. I finished in about 15 seconds. I typically like to complete my workouts earlier in the morning when the city (and my family) was still asleep. But my unorthodox schedule didn’t always allow for that. It was a chilly autumn afternoon and the leaves crunched beneath my feet as I walk home from a frustrating day at the gym. My routine took me almost triple its usual time with all the d-bags and Instagram chicks hogging the equipment for their selfies. To add insult to injury, the sky clouded over while I was inside and there was now a light rain coming down. I arrived home to find the condo empty, or so I thought. I peeled my soggy clothing off and entered the shower to clean up. The hot water soothed my foul mood as I let my mind wander. Once I finally had enough, I turned the knob off, and basked in the steam a bit longer. When I pulled the shower curtain, the door to the bathroom suddenly burst open. “What the hell!?” I jumped a bit, startled. I peeked my head around the corner to see that Maddy had entered the room. I sighed, with relief. “Jesus Maddy, you scared the shit out of me.” “Sorry!” She said. I still just had my head stretched around the corner. The rest of my body was in the shower, out of her view. “Just need to brush my teeth real quick.” She applied the paste to her brush, but instead of using it, she began to floss. Slowly, I might add. I awkwardly watched her floss for a bit as the water on my body began to evaporate, giving me goosebumps. My towel was hung on the wall opposite the shower. I would need to step into my sister’s eye line to grab it. Fuck it. I thought to myself. I cupped my cock and balls in my hand – I certainly didn’t want Maddy to see my package in its current chilled state – and stuck one leg out of the shower. I reached my other arm across the way to grab the towel. Maddy didn’t hesitate to steal looks at my body while she flossed. I made sure to subtly flex my arm and thigh muscles before pulling the towel back towards me. I turned three quarters the way around. I wanted her to see my back and ass. For whatever reason, girls seemed to compliment that part of me the most. I began to dry off, and gave her a good 10 seconds. I couldn’t see from this position, but I knew she was ogling. In order to catch her, I turned my head in an instant and saw those blue eyes locked below my waist in the mirror. She bashfully looked away, and began looking around the room. Satisfied, I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked past her. She had finally begun brushing her teeth by this point. “Bye!” Her voice muffled. She checked out my chest and abs quickly and I shut the door behind me. The post shower events had an even better effect on my mood than the steaming hot water. It had been over a month since Ed and Amy’s party. I hadn’t seen Kelly since, but saw Jordan quite a bit. He never brought up that night. Was probably too embarrassed from being so horned up. And obviously I had no reason to discuss my sister-induced hard-on either. I’m not sure if it was on purpose, but we avoided Ed and that whole side of town as well as the other spots where we frequently ran into the girls. But time heals all wounds – or in this case, all shame – and we found ourselves at a dive bar that Kelly and Katie loved visiting on Thursday nights. “Well, well, well look what the cat drug in!” Kelly exclaimed as we entered the bar. We had Dave, the bartender, pour us two beers. “Ahh you guys finally decided to show your faces back in here huh.” Katie said, in her cocky manner. She and Kelly looked as good as ever, though much more casually dressed this time. Kelly’s hair was in her signature braid and she wore a t-shirt and jeans. Katie had her hair pulled up in a ponytail and was also in jeans, with a sweater on top. “What’re you guys up to tonight?” I asked. “Probably just hanging here for a bit. I gotta work tomorrow so nothing too crazy.” Kelly responded. “you?” “I’m off tonight and tomorrow. Wanted something low key though.” “Pssssh. Low key. Ha!” She mocked. “You’re off tomorrow. Oie! Dave! Pour this man a shot!” “Whiskey?” Dave looked at me. I looked at Kelly shaking my head. She smiled back, batting her eyelashes at me. I couldn’t resist. “Tequila!” “There he is!” Kelly shouted. Dave poured the drink and I quickly gulped it down. The night continued, and Katie, Jordan, and myself were succumbed into drinking shot after shot from Kelly. She drank a bit herself, but not nearly the same amount. Eventually, we found ourselves naturally split into pairs. Jordan and Katie flirted in the corner. Myself and Kelly at the bar. There was almost no one else in the building other than Dave. “So Drew…you seem extra interested in me tonight. What changed from last time?” Kelly asked me. I had my hand on her thigh. “What do you mean?” I slurred. “Well, if my memory serves me right, you had a MASSIVE boner after you pulled off Katie’s underwear!” Her grin was ear to ear. “What!? No!” I lied. I could feel the heat forming in my face. And it wasn’t from the alcohol. “You did!” Kelly laughed. “I saw it!” “Okay well one…why were you looking down there?” I tried to turn the tables on her. “Uh uh. Nope. Not gonna shame me. It’s totally natural for me to check out some dude in only his boxers. But getting hard from your sister’s coochie on the other hand…” “Shut up! C’mon Kells! You were barely dressed too. And the E was taking affect. I had plenty of reasons to be…have a…you know.” “I do know.” She teased. “And I’m pretty sure it was just a little chub when I got down to my undies.” She raised her eyebrows at me. “’But full on rager when Katie’s charms were revealed!” She looked over at my sister and Jordan. They were playing pool. “I…it’s just…” I stuttered. My cheeks were blazing at this point. “Oh, relax Drew!” Kelly rubbed my back. “I’m just giving you shit!” “You’re mean!” I said. “Nah I get it, you can’t control that. It was a pretty wild night. I was…well…I had to get out of there in a hurry or I probably would’ve made some bad decisions.” “Like…?” She rolled her eyes at me. “C’mon. Let’s dance.” She walked over to the jukebox and put on some 80s pop playlist. 80s weren’t really my cup of tea, but I was pretty loose by this point, and allowed myself to catch the rhythm as Kelly rubbed her big ass up against me. It didn’t take long for my bulge to swell up under my jeans. Kelly smiled as she felt it, but didn’t say anything. We continued to dance. Out of the corner of my eye I caught Katie staring at us. She didn’t seem pleased. Not angry or anything, but almost upset? Or…jealous? She made eye contact with me and held my stare as her friend grinded on me. Without a doubt, Katie was bored with Jordan, and he looked pretty frustrated. Katie watched in silence for a bit longer before coming to her senses. She got up and walked over to us with nice posture and her head held high. “Alright lovebirds, time to get going.” She said to us. “Loooooovebirds!” Kelly mocked the title given to her. “Okay!” She quickly stopped dancing on me and kissed my cheek. “See ya around Drew!” She turned to Jordan, who was sulking in the corner. “Bye bro!” He returned a little wave. The girls disappeared just as quickly as they did on the night of the stripping. Jordan didn’t say much to me after, and we both went home a little later. Halloween was nearing. Pumpkins and cornstalks were everywhere I went reminding that I needed to find a costume. There were flyers being handed out promoting various parties taking place across the city. Jordan and I were rummaging through a thrift store, trying to be sparked by an idea. “This is useless,” I said with frustration. “I need to have an idea in mind so I know what I’m looking for. All this stuff’s just gonna make me look like a hobo if there’s no plan to it.” “Word. Yeah..and good luck getting some ass dressed as a hobo.” Jordan replied. We agreed to go our separate ways and I walked home. It was an unusually warm day for late October. I arrived home and saw a note on the counter from my mom saying she’d headed out. The shower was running and Katie was taking an afternoon nap on the couch. Which meant Maddy was in the shower. My turn. I thought devilishly. Ever since Maddy barged in on me in the bathroom, I waited patiently for the right time to return the favor. I quietly hurried up the stairs, not wanting to wake Katie. My heart rate sped up. The water shut off and I turned the knob, praying she left it unlocked. My prayers were answered and I walked into the room. I turned the sink on, I didn’t want to startle her. “Oh…hi Drew!” She peaked around the corner in her normal lively manner. “Watcha doin?” “Hey Maddy. I was gonna get in after you.” “Ahh okay. I won’t be long.” I took my shirt off and acted like I was busy. “Hey don’t look back here for a sec, k? I’m gonna grab my towel.” Maddy said. Her towel was in the same place as my own – on the wall rack across from the shower. “Got it.” I confirmed. But c’mon, we were both kidding ourselves at this point. Her right leg stepped out over the tub and onto the floor. It had a golden shine to it from the water. She dropped a hand to shield her vag but let her breasts swing free as she pulled the rest of her body out from around the corner. I only saw side-boob, but it was enough to guess that her tits were as perky as her personality. She glanced over toward me and let out a little laugh when she saw me creeping. “ahhh!” She let out a cute, quiet little yelp as she now stood completely nude out in the open – though facing me from the side. I welcome the profile view of her bouncy right butt cheek. Cupping her pussy with her right hand, she grabbed the towel with the left, and easily wrapped it around her body. “Show’s over!” She said. “what..?” I played dumb. “Just joking. It’s all yours.” She smiled at me and exited the bathroom. Before stripping down, I went over the shut the door. I heard Maddy’s voice again, but it was not directed toward me. “Hey Katie!” Katie? I thought to myself. I looked out into the hallway to see Katie’s door swinging shut quickly. She hadn’t said anything. Had she just witnessed what happened? Lucky for me, Katie’s jealousy had been kicked up a notch after seeing me flirt with Kelly, and in the bathroom with Maddy. In the past, she would’ve given us TONS of shit had she seen us in the bathroom together again, naked. But now, she didn’t say a word about it. In fact, she didn’t say much at all around me. No jokes, no sarcastic remarks, no bossing me around. Nonetheless, she had discovered how to get my attention. She was wearing less and less around the house. She even walked around in only a towel on a few occasions – when mom wasn’t around of course. Maddy’s reaction to Katie’s behavior was interesting. The first time her big sister walked out to the kitchen in a towel, Maddy and I were sitting on the couch and I was helping her do her homework. Katie didn’t have it in her to pull off the same “innocent” routine that Maddy did so expertly. She didn’t giggle or laugh or smile. She would just walk out, grab whatever she was looking for, maybe bend over a bit. But that was it. Maddy watched her curiously. Almost as if she was studying her. And Katie continued to push the boundaries. One night, when she knew I’d be awake, she pulled the same hallway routine as before. But this time, she did it completely naked. It was hard to see, because she didn’t turn the light on, but I was almost positive there was no thong or anything when I saw her ass jiggle down the hallway. On her way back, it was confirmed. My eyes had adjusted to the light and I got a quick glimpse of shadows and smoothness before she splayed her fingers to cover. She kept her chest covered much to my dismay. I was dying to see her cans. It seemed I just needed to make her a bit more jealous. Ironically, it was Katie herself who ended up giving me the opportunity to do so. Maddy was a quick learner, and it only took Katie doing it a few times before she tried the towel move out herself. It was a lazy Sunday and Katie and I were lounging around. Maddy was in the shower. I didn’t dare creep on her with Katie wide awake right next to me. But I did notice Katie glance in my direction when the water turned off. “What?” I asked. “Nothing.” She replied. She went back to looking at her phone. Before we knew it, guess who came waltzing down the stairs in only her towel. Maddy’s auburn hair was wet and now more of a brown color as it cascaded down to the top of the cotton. “Forgot my phone.” She blushed when we looked her way. She pranced out to the coffee table where her phone (conveniently) lay. I tracked her movements and she laughed, but then I saw Katie. Her eyes burned with annoyance as her competition not only stole her move, but had the audacity do it right in front of her. I could feel something was about to go down. “Ya know Mads, if you wanna hold his interest, you gotta eventually let him see something.” “Huh?” Maddy turned to face her older sister, but she was too late. With one swift motion, Katie whisked the towel away from Maddy. She took off up the stairs. “Ohmygosh!” Maddy squealed. I got a quick bare butt shot before she turned to face me. She was frustratingly fast at draping one arm across her breasts and the other over her crotch. I guess she had plenty of practice by now. She wasn’t tense, her hands and arms lazily shielding her privates. I stared. “Drew! Don’t look!” She said. But her facial expression told me otherwise. She made zero attempt to escape her situation. She stuck out her bottom lip in a faux-pouting display. “Can you get my towel for me?” she asked. “uhhh” I didn’t want to move as my dick was as hard as ever. She looked amazing, with her tanned, toned body barely covered. She wore a shy, lively grin. “I mean, you just gonna stare or….” I stood up, and didn’t bother to adjust myself. Maddy looked ecstatic at the tent in my shorts. “Ummmm…” was all she said as she moved her eyes up and away, and then back to my cock, and then away again. It seemed she was almost more embarrassed for me and my stiffy than she was standing there in the nude. I made a motion toward the stairs when I saw Katie’s ferocious gaze, like a lioness. Her eyes locked onto my boner but she didn’t have the amusement on her face like she did when I pulled her panties down that glorious night which felt so long ago. And then, all hell broke loose. A key shoved into the front door, the knob turned, and the door swung open. “Oh shit!” I heard Maddy whisper, behind me. Her playfulness was instantly replaced with fear. But she had nowhere to go. She was trapped behind me and the furniture. She stood exposed in the middle of the living room with her arms now pressed desperately against her privates. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!” Our mom’s voice boomed into the room from the kitchen. “Oh my!” our aunt Nancy stood beside her. It was a ridiculous scene. I raced to cover my hard-on but it was too late. Both my mom and aunt saw me standing only a few feet away from my bare-naked sister with my dick pointed at the ceiling. I saw Katie scurry further up the stairs, towel still in hand. “FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE, HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOU GONNA DO THIS MADELINE?!” My mom dropped her bags and marched over to Maddy. “Mom, no…Katie took” Maddy pleaded, but my mom cut her off. “NO, NO! WE ARE DONE WITH THIS. LET HIM SEE IT AND BE DONE WITH IT!” “Whattt? Let..!” Maddy whimpered. Our mom was close to her now and there was nowhere to run. “FEAST YOUR EYES, DREW!” Our mom grabbed my sister’s arms and quickly and efficiently moved them off her body and over her head in a full nelson pose. Finally, I was treated to a full view of Maddy’s tits and….bush! “Oh Suzanne!” My aunt exclaimed toward our mom. “Please mom, let me go! Please!” Maddy tried to squirm free but it was futile. She looked over at me. Now she was embarrassed. I kept my eyes on her bulging, bright blue ones as long as I could manage. Sorry I tried my best to say with my expression. She knew what I was about to do next. If you must My eyes bulged out of my skull as they scanned her body. Her boobs were decent sized, firm, and perfectly perky - as I already had figured. Her nipples were soft and puffy and I could barely see the difference between areola and skin. I was surprised at the cute, fluffy, tuft of hair covering her kitty. It was a similar color as the dark autumn leaves outside. She had nice sharp tan lines surrounding her tits and box. Seeing her stand there, wiggling around in head-to-toe humiliation was too much for me. My dick hurt at this point, and felt like it was going to burst out of my shorts. “Oh Andrew come on! She’s your little sister!” My aunt scolded me, and pulled me out of my hypnosis. I finally fidgeted with my penis and began to get the fuck out there. “Well who can blame him with Maddy constantly parading herself around like this,” I heard my mom say as she struggled to hold Maddy a little longer. I made my way up the stairs to see Katie observing from the top. She hadn’t been noticed by anyone in the chaos. She granted me an apologetic look. While she clearly meant to embarrass Maddy, she definitely didn’t intent for this to happen. I shook my head at her, not saying anything and locked myself in my room. You go Suzy! I'm still rooting for the mom who's clearly had enough of her kids' shit at this point. And thanks to my favorite character's involvement, things have rounded a very interesting corner. Drew has now seen both of the sisters naked. As much as Katie gives him shit, I'm willing to wager that she enjoys her late night strolls as much as he does. She hasn't busted his chops about jerking off in a while but at this point I figure they're both fully aware of what's happening and that Katie's very clearly putting on a show so I find it highly likely that she frigs herself silly when she gets back to her room. And then there was Maddy's grand unveiling. Suzanne was very clearly out to drop a Mom Bomb on the situation and get things over and done with. Maddy's go-to move of 'shy' teasing won't hold up much now that Drew's seen everything. So if the story is going to continue and escalate properly... Maddy will have to change up her game a bit. Let's see... Maddy left the bathroom in a towel with the very clear intention of showing off. Katie ripped off Maddy's towel after she stole her 'move'. But Suzanne was the one who held Maddy in place and forcibly exposed her. Drew did some very obvious ogling and showed just how much he enjoyed it. Honestly, the only one who was completely innocent in that whole ordeal was Aunt Nancy. Perhaps its no more Miss Nice Girl? I wonder if Maddy will be out for some revenge? Maddy was the one who showed an interest in seeing Drew naked so maybe once she gets a proper eye full to even the score she can rope him into helping her get some payback. For a while, Katie demonstrated a bit of guilt for her part in Maddy’s exposure. She was extra nice and walked on egg-shells around our younger sister. Once it was evident that Maddy had somewhat moved on, the teasing began. “Muff Maddy” was the new nickname Katie hand landed on. The first time she used it (obviously when our mother was nowhere to be found) I rolled my eyes. “Seriously?....You had two weeks and that’s all you could come up with? You know he changed his name to Diddy like before we were born right?” I glanced in Maddy’s direction to see her reaction. She didn’t reciprocate. She had been distant towards me for obvious reasons. “I’m working out some material,” Katie giggled. “Figured I better test it out on you two Boner - ” “ – Shut UP Katie!” Maddy snapped at her. It was the angriest I’d seen her since I moved in with them. Katie listened, but made an overly stern face, moving her eyes from side to side, almost mocking the tension. Maddy saw her. “This was all YOUR fucking fault anyway!” Strike up another first for Maddy with that F-bomb. “Mads I said I was sorry! I didn’t know mom would be home early!” “Well, you’re clearly not!” “I was just trying to lighten the mood…you two have been a bummer lately.” “I WONDER why? And I never pulled your towel off when you were walking around in front of Drew!” Katie was taken aback. It was the first time any of us had acknowledged that Katie was also flaunting her body in front me. “I wasn’t walking in front of him!” Of course, she denied it. “I was getting some water.” “EVERY day?” Maddy didn’t let up. I kept as inconspicuous as I could. “Well, if you DID pull my towel off, I wouldn’t have just stood there like an idiot!” “Whatever Katie. You can be a real bitch sometimes.” Maddy said coolly. She got up and stormed up the stairs to her bedroom. I looked at Katie and she looked back at me. We sat in silence for a few seconds. “I wasn’t walking in front of you,” she finally said. “I know.” I lied. I got up, making my own exit. “But..” I thought I heard Katie say. It came out too soft to be certain. I ignored it and went to my room. Later that night I heard knocking on my door. I opened it to find Katie dressed in a slutty Wonder Woman costume. Her massive cleavage in the tube top outfit was pushed up right in my face. “Hey.” She said, simply. “Uhhhh,” I struggled. She ignored me. “Hey I need your help.” “Okay…” “Can you see my underwear in this?” “What?” “C’mon Drew!” She whispered. “Seriously, I can’t ask Maddy right now she’s pissed. But I feel like this material sucks…It looks like I can see the exact outline of everything when I look in my mirror.” “Um. Okay come into the light.” I motioned her into my room. I stepped back. I could basically make out her entire booty shorts around the waist area of the costume. The skirt portion of it feathered out at the thighs and wasn’t tight. “Hang on, turn around.” She gave me a quizzical look but spun around. The outline continued around her ass. “Yep. Nice booty shorts.” I said. “Fuck! These are the thinnest I have. I’m gonna have to send this thing back.” “Halloween’s Saturday.” “Ugggh I know,” she groaned. “I’ll figure something out. What are you guys doing for it anyway?” “Think Jordan was gonna try and have Ed get us into Thimble and Hops.” Being 19, I was technically not allowed in the brewery/nightclub. “Ahhh, okay. Amy will be there too and can get you in. She knows the owners.” “Cool.” “Okay, thanks Drew.” Halloween night was here. The best holiday of the year for a horned-up 19-year-old. I ended up deciding on a Peaky Blinders outfit. It was relatively easy to pull off and made me look good, I thought. Though, some people had to ask what I was dressed as. Jordan went as a sexy devil. “Any excuse to have your shirt off,” I gave him shit when I saw his outfit. He had his chest displayed with a large set of red wings attached to his back and tight black jeans. “Damn right.” He said. Our other friend, Kyle, was dressed as Joe Exotic. The three of us pre-gamed and Ubered over to the brewery district. “Damn, he’s not responding. I’m sure it’s crazy in there.” Jordan said as we stood outside Thimble and Hops in the increasingly chilly night. Ed hadn’t texted back in the past 10 minutes. Luckily, our entrance wasn’t entirely dependent on him. “Hang on, let me text Amy. She’s supposedly here as well.” “Well look at you, how’d you get her number?” Jordan asked. A girl walked by us in a skanky Harley Quinn outfit. She gave Jordan smile, skipped the line, and walked inside. “Ahhh c’mon man, we gotta get in there!” The line outside was roughly 40 people by now – all dudes, of course. “She uhhh. Well actually Katie - Boom!” I exclaimed. “She’s coming down.” “Nice!” Kyle and Jordan said. Amy strolled out of a side door of the brewery. She had on a Britney Spears “Slave” outfit complete with a big yellow rubber snake and blonde wig. Her body was already the petite size of Britney’s at the time and she had it spray tanned to match that era. She pulled it off brilliantly, which wasn’t really surprising given the amount of cash she could spend on her costume. “Boys.” She smiled at us. “Amy, this is Kyle,” I introduced our friend. “Nice to meet you Kyle, I’m Amy.” “Hey.” Kyle said, attempting to sound aloof. “Dig your guys’ outfits, c’mon.” Amy motioned us into the door and just like that, we were in. No ID check, no lines, no douchebag bouncers. “This place is sick!” Kyle exclaimed. We entered into a sprawling first floor which had a huge square bar in the center of it. There were shiny copper brewery vats and dinner tables on one half of the bar and open areas with high tables and games on the other half. They also had an outdoor patio that sat along the river, but that area was closed for the season. The bar was crawling with people, every single one of them clad in costume. “Dude, look at all these smoke-shows!” Kyle’s eyes bulged and he looked every girl that passed him up and down. You could see the displeasure in their faces. Kyle wasn’t nearly as experience as Jordan and I with girls. In fact, we were pretty certain he was a virgin. He wasn’t necessarily ugly, but he wasn’t turning heads either. But it was mainly his desperate attitude that was the deal breaker. “Relax, Kyle,” Jordan said. “Alright, I’ll check back in with you guys a little later.” Amy said. And before I could turn around to say bye, she had disappeared into the crowd. “You banging that chick?” Kyle asked. “Nah, man. We met one time and we’re just friends. But she’s really cool.” “Damn, I’m sorry, she’s hot.” “Well, being friends with her obviously has some other perks.” I extended my arms, exhibiting the glorious building we found ourselves in. “Let’s get some drinks.” Jordan led us over to the bar and we ordered up some beers and did a few shots. Our buzz kicked in and we loosened up. Jordan and I began flirting with two girls, one dressed as a pirate, the other as an elf. We challenged them to a game of giant Jenga. “Alright we’re gonna make things interesting. If you guys win, we’ll buy you some drinks. If WE win, you give us your numbers.” Jordan said. “Deal,” the pirate said. We began our game, slowly taking out block by block, until our tower reached taller than the girls. Kyle stood by, sort of awkwardly bobbing his head and checking out his surroundings. I saw the elf give him an unpleasant glance a couple of times, but she didn’t say anything to or about him. When it was the pirate’s turn, the tower was way too tall for her, and she sent it crumbling down to the floor. “Ahhhhh! She screamed, trying to avoid the wooden pieces. “VICTORY!” Jordan flexed his muscles, much to the girls’ amusement. The elf rushed to give him her number. I took the pirates, whose name turned out to be Andrea. “Looks like you guys are finding some fun.” I felt a hand on my shoulder. Amy had reappeared. Andrea and the elf glared at her. “Hey! Yeah, where have you been?” “I want to show you guys upstairs. Follow me.” She smiled at the two girls. “Amy, by the way.” They gave her a half smile, but didn’t introduce themselves. Amy moved, silkily through the crowd. It was as if people parted way for her. Like they knew who she was. We followed, and the elf and pirate begrudgingly walked along with us. We reached a dark corner in the back of the bar. There were two huge bouncers in front of an elevator and a set of stairs. Both were roped off. The bouncers sized us up, before seeing Amy. They stepped out of our way, but remained silent and we climbed the wooden stairs. I knew there was a club on the top floor but I had no idea how badass it actually was. It was much darker than below and stretched three levels. There were private lounges and tables all around and several, large dance floors. There was a live DJ at the front-center of the club. His face was plastered on the screens around us. I recognized him, but only from the advertisements around the brewery district. The elf and pirate were much more impressed. “Platypusado!” Andrea yelped. “These guys’ names get dumber and dumber,” Jordan muttered. Amy looked back and him and laughed. The elf wasn’t amused. As bad as his name was, the guy held the pulse of the crowd. There was an electricity upstairs that wasn’t present down below. There was also a much larger girl-to-guy ratio up here. After giving us a tour and doing a shot with us, Amy was gone again. The five of us remaining hit the dance floor. We danced and I lost track of time. Things began to get a bit blurry as we continued to punish our livers with alcohol. That’s when the 2nd wind arrived. I didn’t see them come in but heard a familiar voice calling my name. “Drew!!!” She yelled out. I turned around to see Kelly, dressed as Moana, beaming in the spotlight. None other than Wonder Woman herself, Katie, stood beside her. I noticed my sister had solved her panty line problem by wearing dark leggings under her skirt. She was likely the most conservatively dressed girl in this whole club. Still, she stood out. As did Kelly, who wore a flower in her hair, which was down and in curls. She had on a colorful tube top and a grass skirt, which was MUCH skimpier than the one worn by her cartoon inspiration. The presence of my sister and Kelly was pretty much it for Andrea and the elf. They made feeble attempts to dismiss the new arrivals, but eventually sulked away and began grinding on some dudes near us. We didn’t care. Well, Kyle was a bit annoyed as once again, he was ignored. I eventually latched on to Kelly and she began twerking that round ass on my groin. Amy came back to check up, said hi to the girls, and took us upstairs to a more private area of the club. This section had the least dressed girls of the entire building. And the dancing up here was getting quite raunchy. Kelly and I continued to grind and I slid my hands all over her toned thighs. I dared to move them higher, and noticed Kelly was once again wearing spandex shorts under her skirt. Katie watched us, while dancing with Jordan and Amy. It didn’t take long for Jordan to lose patience with my sister, and he coincidentally ran into the same Harley Quinn chick we saw outside. They recognized each other and began to dance. Her skirt may have been even higher than Kelly’s and she was rubbing her barely-covered ass all over Jordan. Kyle was getting frustrated with being left out. He had met my sister before, and didn’t hide his infatuation with her. He continued to try and grind on her, but she was a pro. She never really pushed him aside, but she continued to expertly maneuver herself as to be dancing with Amy, instead of our poor, creepy, friend Kyle. But despite having plenty of suitors, I could see disappointment looming on Katie’s face. She kept looking around the club, seeing the skin all the other hoes were showing off. She saw my hands rubbing up and down Kelly, Harley Quinn’s basically bare butt bouncing around on Jordan. She even felt the smooth thighs of Amy, as she playfully danced with her. In the middle of a song, she walked away. The girls looked at her with concern, but she yelled “I’ll be right back!” through the crowd. We brushed it off, and continued to dance. About ten minutes later, she reemerged. The leggings were gone. Katie had taken them off, and her sporty legs were now revealed. Perhaps she figured out some other solution to her panty-line problem? Some slower songs were played, and Kelly and I were really getting into it. She leaned into me during the song and we made out for a bit. Once we stopped kissing, I opened my eyes and saw Katie and Amy once again dancing across from us. Not quite as jokingly as before, they seemed to be feeling it more themselves. The next beat was faster paced and Katie began to really put on a show. It was as if she was competing with her best friend. Kelly took on the challenge and her spandex-clad ass dug itself deep into my groin, harder and faster than before. Katie watched, but wasn’t fazed. She threw her long, dark hair around, smiled and rubbed her neck along Amy’s, and sensually sunk herself in line with Amy’s body. Amy responded, but not in a way any of us would have imagined. Her hands crept up my sister’s thighs and grabbed hold of her skirt. She slowly raised it up, and then flicked the skirt up and above Katie’s waist, exposing her bald little puss to the dance floor! Question answered. Briefly, Katie allowed me to look. In fact, she did more than that. Platypusado dropped the bass and Katie gyrated her hips and coochie to the rhythm for my viewing pleasure. She had a wild, feral look in her eyes. And then, she didn’t. Mayhem ensued as some male onlookers noticed what was happening, and rushed to get a better view. It was led by Kyle. “Oh, FUCK YEAH!” He announced with jubilation and got on his knees to see as much as he could. Katie now looked disgusted, scared, and humiliated. She shot her left hand down to cover her vagina. The right one wrestled with Amy to pull her skirt down. “Amy stop! Please! Amy let go!” Amy, who initially was having fun and didn’t mean any harm, now realized the severity of her actions. She let the skirt drop back down and grabbed Katie to protect her. The two girls fought through the crowd as some dudes reached their hands under my sister’s skirt. I saw a few of them tickle her crotch and grab her ass cheeks before I took action. BAM Jordan was first. He punched a groper in the face, knocking him backward to the ground. I jumped in front of the girls where some creep lay on the ground with his phone pointed up, in attempt to capture Katie’s privates on camera. “Ooooof!” He mumbled as I launched my heel into his stomach. His phone dropped and I stomped on it as well – shattering it. A full-on brawl was about to break out and we had to get the fuck out of the club as fast as we could. “Kyle come on!” I yelled at him. He was still in a bit of a trance, but soon followed after me. We rushed down the stairs, all of us protecting my sister from any other pervs. Once we got to the bottom floor, things had settled down. The music continued to beat. “Dude what the fuck was that!” Kyle shouted. “She was totally shaking her pussy for you!” I forced as quizzical of a look as I could manage and nodded my head. “Nah bro, she didn’t know what was happening.” I lied. He gave me a strange look, clearly not buying it. We were now out of the club portion and walked our way down the stairs back to the brewery. “What about my leggings?” I overheard Katie ask Amy. “They’re in that locker up there.” “I can get them later once things settle down. None of us should be going back up there right now. I’m so sorry Katie!” We all piled in an Uber together. Katie placed Kelly’s jacket over her skirt. The driver dropped the girls off first, before taking us guys home. “Mannn, what the fuck. That Harley chick was ready to goooo.” Jordan moaned once we settled in back at his place. I did my best to keep this the topic of conversation until we went to sleep. Because I knew where the more obvious topic would lead us, and it would have been nearly impossible to deny that Kyle was right. Katie was one hundred percent shaking her pussy for me.

My Exhibitionist Best Friend by skkta My Exhibitionist Best Friend Pt. 03 I push Emily into modeling nude for a much larger group. Two weeks later and I had seen Emily naked 3 more times. Good average. We had sketch sessions both Saturdays where Emily and Zoe and I posed. And we had naked Emily hangout sessions one Sunday, where we just hung out and talked about anything we could. I had made no progress getting her to open up more about the exhibitionism. She had obviously decided to not share anymore and that the being naked around us was enough to satisfy her. That was frustrating after hearing so much, but I understood it. I needed to find a way to push her back into it. That week, out sketchbooks were collected again for midterm review. Aside from the figure drawing, we all had worked hard on drawing more. So unsurprisingly, we all got good marks when we got the books back. I'll admit, we had gotten pretty ok at drawing people. We had another sketching session on Saturday. This had really just become a standing appointment, because I knew Emily wanted to be naked and seen, and I wanted to see. Laura and Zoe were always there and hadn't yet started to question why we were doing this so often. The grade pressure was a good reason. I wondered if they needed to know the truth soon though. Laura and I arrived at the dorm front door just as someone was leaving, so no need to call Emily to come get us. We made it to her door and knocked, yelling "It's us." To our surprise, the door was cracked opened and Emily's head popped out to quickly scan the hallway. Then she opened it wider and we were met by the sight of a naked Emily, acting as if there was nothing out of the ordinary at all. She ushered us in, ignoring our surprised faces and closed the door quickly. "So getting a little more comfortable with the nudity then I see," started Laura. As she finished, Zoe walked into the living room. She was also fully naked. "We are having a nudist apartment weekend!" Zoe said energetically to answer the question. Emily then explained "We got to talking recently about how much more comfortable we've been getting with our bodies after all this sketching, and about how we had that week last year with the AC issues and how fun that was, and I guess somehow after talking for a while, we decided we wanted to try out a weekend without clothes and see how it goes. So we started once we got back from our classes yesterday afternoon, and are going to try to make it until Monday morning." "Sounds like fun" I said first. With my extra knowledge of the situation, I had no doubt that Emily was the one to come up with this idea. "But how were you planning on letting us into the building then?" I asked. "Good point. I guess I was going to have to just text someone else around here to go let you in. Claim I was sick or something," Emily replied. "I told her that she should just streak down there naked and let you in herself" joked Zoe, causing everyone to laugh and Emily and I to make knowing eye contact. If only she would actually do that. After some more talking, the sketching began as normal. Both Emily and Zoe posed for us, since they were the nude ones. We'd gotten fairly professional and routine with this at this point, so there wasn't much talking going on. We had fallen into a routine of traditional poses as well, except for Emily who always seemed to find new ways to shape and twist her body, frequently in ways that showed off as much as possible. There were at least one or two poses that provided a full pussy view for all. When finishing and packing up, an interesting conversation started. Laura asked about how Emily was coming up with such unique poses and the explanation soon led us to Zoe saying that she had been trying to convince Emily to get a job posing for the art department. "I don't know, I'm just worried that would be such a big step up from posing for just a couple close friends. I'd be too nervous I think," Emily said, acting timid. Ha, sure, I thought. Emily would love that, but she's trying so hard to not seem too excited by the idea. "You really are good at it! And it's good money and such a low pressure situation," replied Zoe. "It's perfect for you. I just need to take you to a class one day and let you see how it works." "I'll think about, ok. I'm sure that once I was doing it, I would be fine and like it just as much as this, but I'm just having trouble getting myself to actually do it. For now, I'm just happy with doing this, ok?" she said back. That sounds familiar. It appears that this budding exhibitionist is content as an apartment nudist for now. After a couple more minutes of socializing, it was time for us to leave. That night, I texted Emily, "You really should try out that modeling thing. I know you would love it. Think about how many people would see you naked if you did it for a whole year!" I thought that I would be able to talk her into it with talk like that. But she really did resist at the idea. "No I really do think I'd be too nervous about it. It'd be just too many people. I mean, the most I've been around at once has been 3 or 4 people maybe. This would be a whole class. I don't know if I'm prepared to do that." I didn't push it anymore and actually didn't speak to her again for a couple days. No Sunday naked hangout because she wanted to spend some nudist time with Zoe. A big event in the turning of Emily's exhibitionism happened on Monday. After our class together, I happened to run into our teacher on the way out of the building. "Hey Ben, glad I ran into you, do you have a quick minute? I've been meaning to talk to you about something," he said to me when we saw each other. We stepped over to the side of the sidewalk to talk and I definitely was wondering where this was going to go. "I'll be quick. I had a question about the great figure drawing studies you and your friends have been doing for the sketch book. Are you using photos from online or did you get an actual model from the art department? I've noticed that the majority of the students this year that have been trying to do figure studies have been having a lot of trouble, except for your group, so I was wondering what you were doing right." Hmm. What should I tell him. Not the truth obviously. "Oh well we've done some of both. We actually did have a model for some of it, one of our roommates is in the art department and was able to help find us a model. A live model really made it a lot easier," I replied, deciding that was close enough to the truth without incriminating our actions. "I assumed so. I would bet that most everyone else is drawing from a picture and struggling. One other question then: I've been thinking about hosting a sketching session with a model one day after class to help everyone else out. Could you possibly get me in contact with that model you've been using? I tried through the art department, but because of something with their pay system, I have to find and hire the model myself." "Oh, yeah the model we used. Um I can see if I can get her info and see if she's interested," I answered, not really sure what to say. "Great, that'd be very helpful. It'd be paid of course and we have a flexible schedule, so whenever she is available. Thanks Ben," he said as he started to walk away. I think I just signed up an imaginary art model for our class. I guess I could just tell him that the model we used wasn't interested in posing for the sketch session. That would be kind of strange though to refuse to do what you normally do for the art department. Could I convince Zoe to do it? Possibly, she said she had done it before. Then the most obvious and appealing situation crossed my mind. Emily should do it. She knows what to do, she is good at it, and she would absolutely enjoy it. I could only imagine the pleasure she would get out of being naked in front of our whole class and everyone studying every detail of her body. How would I go about doing that though? There was very little chance that I was going to be able to talk her into it. No, this was my chance to push her a little bit, so she definitely can't know. But like I noticed that first Sunday, I think she is susceptible to being told what to do if in the right situation. I can make this happen. Soon, I sat down to write an email to our teacher to respond to his request. I had figured out my plan. My email outlined that the regular model we used was going to be unavailable for the next couple weeks, but that we had an alternative for him. During our sketching sessions, Emily had gotten interested in potentially becoming a model for the art department and had practiced posing for us once or twice. After some thought, she decided that she would be willing to pose for the class to get some real experience. She suggested Monday afternoon next week if possible, but her schedule was flexible. I had cc'd her on the email, letting him know to get in contact with her for the specifics. Of course, that was not actually her email. Yes, I made a new fake email account so I could set this all up for her. A little lie, but on the way to getting Emily the exposure that I know she wanted. Our class was on Monday's and Wednesday's, so I waited to send the email until Wednesday afternoon so that he couldn't talk to her about it in person. After a little bit of second thought, I sent the email. It was happening. He quickly replied, first to both of us on the first email and to 'Emily' separately to talk details. The good news was that Monday was going to work. He was able to book our normal classroom for 5:00pm, after the end of all the normal classes for the day. He would send out an email to the class to advertise the optional session, but would not mention who would be the model at my/Emily's request, saying that I was nervous about anyone knowing ahead of time. That was key so that this could remain a surprise. And best of all, Emily was going to get paid and get extra points on an assignment for this. On Thursday, the email for the event went out to the class. It outlined that many students had not had the opportunity to sketch from a live model, so this was a chance to try it out and improve their sketches. Unsurprisingly, I heard from Emily fairly quickly, though there was no suspicion yet. "You see the email about the sketching session next week?" she texted. "Funny, I guess no one else decided to just draw each other." "Ha yeah I saw it. It's a good idea," I replied. "I think I'll go, always could use more practice." She texted back "Wonder if it'll be a guy or a girl? I assume he got a model from art." I laughed to myself before replying "Good question. Guess we will find out Monday." I then changed the subject, and we didn't talk about it again until the weekend. We decided to skip sketching for the weekend, since we would be able to do it on Monday. I avoided talking about anything related to modeling or exhibitionism with Emily to make sure I didn't accidently make her suspicious about something. It worked, and suddenly it was Monday, the very eventful day. I had been debating with myself about how I was going to tell her, but eventually decided to do it just about as late as possible, meaning right before our teacher would be able to talk to her in person. I was sure that he would want to speak with her after class to go over what was happening. So I decided to let her know literally right in the middle of class. Our class was at 10:30-11:30. It began with a reminder about the event that afternoon and a show of hands suggested that about 15-20 people would be there, or about half the class. Pretty good numbers I guess. At about 11:15, I sneakily sent a text to Emily that I had previously drafted. I nudged at her to check the message. It read: "Emily. There is something important you need to know about the sketching session this afternoon: You are going to be the model. I helped set it up and volunteered you to do this. I know you want to do this and I want you to do this. Our teacher thinks that you willingly volunteered. Play along. And try to have some fun with it. Sorry, but I decided I needed to make this a surprise so you couldn't back out." I watched her face as she read, and saw the sheer panic set in as she went. This was a much more intense version of the face as the one I saw that weekend when I told her what to do. This was a face where I was less sure she would go through with it. Once she was clearly finished reading, I saw her close her eyes and take a couple deep breaths. I also saw her follow that up with a death glare at me. But then not much else, so I could not get a final reading on what would happen. As expected, at the end of class, Emily was stopped to talk to our teacher. I held up in the hallway to wait for her. When she finally came out nearly 20 minutes later, she walked right by me, but then stopped to allow me to catch up. Her first words were "I really don't know what to say to you right now. But that's because I really don't know how I feel about what just happened right now. Did I actually just talk to our teacher about being a nude model for him?" Ok well this could have started worse I guess. I was hoping for a positive reaction. "I really don't know if I should be furious with you or thank you for that. And I'm not going to know for a while I think. Seriously, I can't believe you did that Ben. This is an insane situation. I should never talk to you again for that. But after sitting and thinking for a few minutes, I think you are right with the part about me wanting to do this. I hate that I just said that. But I think it is true. Oh god what am I doing." Ok so a lot of mixed emotions right now. That's what I expected. I hoped for a super positive acceptance, but knew that this was the realistic response. "Emily, I'm sorry for going around you like this, but I wanted to do this for you and knew you wouldn't allow yourself to do it. I had to do it after hearing your stories. You're going to love this," I told her. She looked like she knew I was right but wouldn't admit it yet. "I... need to go I think," she responded. "I need to prepare for this." We then parted. I was glad to hear her not rejecting the idea. I guess she could have theoretically talked her way out of it with our teacher. To hear her say she needed to get ready made me know she was going to do it. I had classes the rest of the afternoon, distracting me from thinking more about it. I assume thought that she couldn't think about anything else. I arrived at the classroom half an hour early, surprised to be the first there. Our teacher arrived soon after to set up chairs and a stand, and then a couple students started drifting in about 15 minutes before. No Emily yet. I was surprised to see Zoe show up even though this wasn't her class. She must have been told about the situation, making me a little nervous that she would confront me about it. But she didn't approach to talk, she just sat and prepared. Then 10 minutes before, Emily arrived. Whew. She was wearing a silk robe and socks and I assumed nothing else. Apparently, she had actually been here already and just getting prepared in another room. That makes sense. She also never came over to talk to me, but other students in the room did notice her state of dress and start to chatter. The room was set up with chairs in a 270 degree semicircle around a small stand at the center. A typical drawing setup. At 5:00pm, our teacher called for attention and started talking about the sketchbook project and why sketching is so valuable. The same sort of stuff the semester started with, but now he was able to directly talk about the value of figure drawing from a live model. After going on for a little too long, he asked if we were all ready to begin. He went over the time rules, similar to what we had been doing. At that point, I counted 16 people in the room, or 11 people that had not previously seen Emily naked. This was going to set a record. He announced that we had a gracious volunteer from our class to do the modeling today, and that it was Emily, confirming the suspicions of those in the room that guessed it when she walked in. Some chatter, but not much. She walked up to the stand at the center of the room and climbed up. I saw her look all around the room and take a couple deep breaths, just like she did that first day. It was happening. Even though I had seen her naked a couple times by now, the setting made this all the more thrilling to see. One last breath and she pulled away the robe, dropped it, and stood up in a pose. Emily was now naked in a room full of people. And there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. Her pose was traditional and conservative for her taste. Her pose also directed her to look directly at me, making eye contact immediately. I admired her body for a moment, but then returned the eye contact, almost in a way communicating with her about all the emotions I was sure she was feeling. The first sketch lasted 5 minutes. She never broke the eye contact. When time was called, it was right into the next pose. No breaks like we do. She was to do four 5 minutes poses to start the session, then a break, then two 10 minute poses, and then a 15 to end the event. Time moved quickly though all these poses. She was obviously able to wrap up in the robe during the breaks and sit down, but she never came over to talk. Since I didn't need the sketch practice as much as most, I used my time to study her body and see other's reactions to the situation. She was as stunning as always, with her perky tits pointing proud and her freshly shaved vagina. It even looked like she was wearing a little makeup and had worked on her hair. I guess she decided she wanted to look good if she was doing this. Most everyone else was fairly focused on the sketching. Plenty of people were taking long breaks to study and admire, but that was obviously necessary to the process. No one looked unhappy though. Before we knew it, the buzzer went off for the end of the last pose. Emily pulled on her robe and swiftly exited the room, I assume to go get dressed. As we were cleaning up, I bumped into Zoe. "Hey, funny to see you here," I started, hoping this would go well. "Oh yeah, well Emily told me this afternoon that she had volunteered for this, and wanted some support, so here I am!" she replied, showing no sign of anything being wrong. "I'm proud that she was able to do this" she continued. "Like I'd been telling her, she's pretty good at it." Interesting. So Emily had played along, even to her. That was a good sign. Eventually I left and went back to my dorm, having never actually seen Emily. I ate dinner, I worked on a project, I put the day's events out of my mind. At nearly 10pm however, I got a text. From Emily. "Can we talk? In person?" Hmmm. "Yeah absolutely. Now? Do you want me to come to you?" I texted back quickly. "No, it's too late for you to get in my building. Can you meet me at the benches by the student center? Should be quiet there right now." "Ok, I'll be there in 10 minutes" I sent back. No response. I was optimistic that she wasn't mad at me, but a little unsure. Her lack of hints scared me. I could be walking into an attack, but I'd have to get there to find out. But when I arrived just about 5 minutes later, she was already there and stood to greet me. Before I could say anything, she gave me a big hug, holding on. Then I heard her softly say "Thank you Ben." When we separated and sat down, she continued "Ben, I have a lot of thoughts going through my head right now. But I'm going to start by saying that you were right. Tonight was the most terrifying and most incredible moment of my life. I was naked in front of my classmates and it was ok and I survived! I mean, that's the kind of thing that only happens in nightmares, but it happened to me tonight and I loved it and I felt invincible. And you did that for me." "Oh Emily, I'm so glad to hear that. After your reaction, I was afraid I went way too far and fucked up," I said. "No no Ben, don't worry. Well you did go way too far but it was what I wanted and would never have let myself do, so it's ok." We laughed. This was going well. "I really can't describe to you how it felt up there. Up until even right before, I wasn't sure if I was going to go through with it, I thought about just faking sick and running away. But then I started and it felt just as right as it is when we do it in my apartment. I knew I could get through it and would be glad I did it. It obviously satisfied some build up exhibitionism that I'd been avoiding. That was the most amount of people I've been naked in front of, and instead of feeling ashamed and scared about it, I just want to do it again and again. So anyway, I'm just trying to say thank you for doing that." "That's fantastic, I really did think you would love it once you were in the moment. I'll be honest, I felt a little bad about how I got you in that position though. But now that you've gotten what you wanted, no need for me to do anything like that again I guess. So you don't have to worry about another surprise." I said this assuming that was what she wanted to hear. "Um well Ben, that gets to the other thing I wanted to talk to you about," she replied nervously. "So um, when we talked a couple weeks ago, you said something that has stuck with me all this time. You offered your help if I wanted to do something like this. I said that was crazy at the time." She paused. "After the experience today, I've think I have decided to accept. Today didn't satisfy the crazy fantasies I have, it reignited them stronger than ever. I don't think I can avoid it now. And if this is a thing I'm going to be doing, I want and need your help with it. So you might be needed to get me into some of these situations again, if you are willing of course. So what do you say, want to help me be an exhibitionist?" I almost didn't believe what I was hearing, and paused probably too long before answering. But I finally said something. "Absolutely, I can help you do whatever you need. No complaints here with you being naked whenever you want. I'll be happy to be there." "Good, I assumed you would be willing. Thank you, seriously," she answered, giving me another hug. "Here's your first thanks," she said as she quickly lifted up her shirt to flash me her tits. "You got a good look at these earlier today, but I think you're going to be seeing a lot more of them soon," she joked while I stared, literally unable to comprehend the situation I just fell into. "Ok, well that covers everything I needed to talk to you about," she said as she pulled back down her shirt. "Walk me back to my building?" she said. We strolled back, not really talking anymore about the exhibitionism after deciding that I should come by her room tomorrow afternoon to talk about it more. I left her at her building and wandered for a couple more minutes to process what happened. It truly was a day I had never expected. There were to be many more to come. My Exhibitionist Best Friend Pt. 04 I force Emily into her first big exhibitionist adventure. I don't know how I got myself into this situation. To recap: my best friend has decided she might be an exhibitionist. I've seen her freely naked at least half a dozen times of times in the last couple weeks. And she wants my help to start living out her exhibitionist fantasies. What kind of dream situation have I stumbled into? These were my thoughts while I was laying in bed the next morning after my late-night meeting with Emily. It was basically all I could think about during my classes that day too. I saw her a couple times and we both acted casual, but I just pictured her standing there in class as naked as I know she wanted to be. I knew that I wanted to keep the discussion about this going, to make sure she didn't change her mind. So during the last class of the day, I was going to send her a text about meeting up to talk again. But she beat me to it. "Can you come over tonight to talk more. Does 8 work?" she texted. Of course I could. I sent her a text when I got to the front door, but strangely it was Zoe who soon arrived to let me in. She told me that Emily was in the shower and asked her to meet me at 8. Zoe let me into their dorm room, but then she had to run to study at the library, leaving me alone to wait. But not for long, as I then got another text from Emily. "Come into my room." Hmm. I opened the door, expecting her to be there in her room but instead heard her call out "Hey Ben, I'm in the bathroom, come in here." No shower sounds to be heard. I slowly pushed open the cracked door to see Emily. In the tub. Taking a bath. "Hey come in Ben, sorry I just came back from the gym and wanted to relax, but also wanted to talk more. You can sit up on the counter if you want." She was sitting up in the tub, boobs out of the water, but as the water was clear, I could see everything below as well. I'll admit she did look pretty comfortable and relaxed. The nakedness shouldn't have been unusual at this point, but as I continue to see her in new situations, it continued to be a thrill for me. "Oh I can wait if you want to finish up," I offered, expecting the answer that then came. "No I'm fine, lets talk here. Not like you haven't seen this before," she laughed, making her little tits bounce just a bit. "So," she continued, "have you changed your mind about what we talked about last night?" "Of course not," I replied. "I'm completely willing to help in any way you need me! Your going to have a real struggle changing my mind at this point." As I said that, I scanned down her body and back up. What a sight. "Excellent. Well then, I've been thinking more all day about what exactly I want out of your help. I know that you offered your help with the idea of actually helping me go streaking and stuff like that, but after that stunt with our class, I realized that I need more from you," she told me. She continued, "I guess I didn't tell you the complete truth that day we talked. After I got caught streaking, I really did scare myself off of doing anything else like that. But I didn't mention that I actually did try again, a couple times actually. I wanted to do it again so bad, and in a really weird way, I wanted to get caught again somehow. But I just couldn't force myself to do it. I would go walk at night with the intention to try it again, but I would chicken out and give up. That happened a couple times over the next year. Each time I talked myself up but it didn't happen." "Well that makes sense," I said. "You had a pretty intense experience, it'd be hard for anyone to push themselves into that again." "Right. So I eventually decided I just couldn't do it, and put it in the back of my mind. Until it came back with the figure modeling stuff. That was enough of a struggle to push myself to do, but it happened and I was happy with where it was. To be fully honest with you, I really like being naked in front of you. I like how you look at me. It was enough for me." I blushed and looked away at first before remembering that she wanted the stares. So I looked back. "Oh really?" I joked. "You don't just normally take baths in front of your friends?" Now she blushed. "I'd have been happy just being nude around here all the time," she continued. "I've gotten really comfortable around you and Zoe and Laura. As you can tell. But then you changed it all when you volunteered me for that class. I... was terrified and embarrassed and overwhelmed and I loved it all so much. It was the exhibitionist high I've been looking for. And it was something I'd never allow myself to do, but because you volunteered me, I didn't have the choice to back out. I had to push through the fear. And that is what I need from you. I need you to help me do the things that I'm too scared to do. Does that make any sense?" It made complete sense, and confirmed my suspicions from that day where I was able to tell her what to do. She wants me to make her be an exhibitionist. But I wanted her to tell me exactly that. "So Emily, are you asking me to basically force you into doing crazy exhibitionist things that you're too scared to do?" She looked back at me and after a moment said, "Yes that's basically it. I know that's a lot to ask of you, and I know this is super strange, but I think you're the best person to do it. I mean, you're really the only person who can do it since you know so much. So do you think you can do it?" This was a no brainer. Emily was about to hand over her exhibitionism to me, and I was going to take advantage. "Like I said before, of course! You're stuck with me now," I told her. "But. I think if we are going to do this, we need to talk about how this will work. If I understand you correctly, what you really want is to not have a choice about what you do, am I right?" "Well yeah basically, if it is something you think I want to do. If I have a choice, I'll never do it. At least right now, maybe once I get more confident with this, it'll change," she replied. She seemed pretty confident while sitting naked in the tub, but I got the point. "So then we need to set up the most important rule right now. If I tell you to do something, you have to do it. If you think you can back out, it'll never work. I'm only going to tell you to do things that I know you really want. Sounds good with you?" I said. "Um well when you say it like that, you make me nervous. But yes, I think that is what I want. But I mean, there are definitely some things that I definitely can't do, no matter what you say." "Right, so that leads to the first question. Now is the time to set up your exceptions. Tell me now what is off limits, and I promise that I'll never make you do it. But anything else is fair game," I told her. I was very interested what she would include. "Oh wow. Good that you bring that up, but now I've got this pressure to not miss anything. Ok, um, well speaking generally, #1 is that you absolutely positively cannot get me arrested. Ok? Um also nothing that will permanently damage my school reputation or career prospects. I can't let this mess up my future. So no being naked in class either, ok. Also, you can't make me be naked in front of family, that would be far too hard to explain. Maybe same thing for close friends that don't know about this. Oh and of course nothing that would put me in danger. Um I feel like there should be more on this list, but I think that is all I can think of for now. Can I add more later?" "Depends what you want to add. But maybe. Ok well I promise to avoid all of those. Ok so the other thing I need to know is what you do want to do. If you want me to push you, I've got to know what you want to try. You did mention some fantasies at one point," I said, trailing off and hoping for more specifics. "Oh right. Good point. Hey let's pause and move to my room, I've been in the tub too long," she said as she stood up out of the water. Naked, she reached for a towel and started to dry off in front of me, and then led me back into her room with the towel wrapped up in her hair. Otherwise, she continued her nudity, and sat up on the bed. I sat in her desk chair. She sat crossed legged, flashing herself to me like she always does. "Ok, back to the rules," she said. "Yes I have some fantasies, but not many that don't contradict what I just told you. That's the problem. The super crazy ones would definitely ruin my future or get me arrested, so those are out. The general scenario for most of the ones that are left are being naked in front of as many strangers as possible without getting in trouble, if that is even possible. Streaking, being a model in front of even more people, going to a nude beach, stuff like that. I just want to be naked in front of other people and have them look at me and not have to deal with any consequences of it. Does that make sense? I know that's difficult. I'm not sure that I want to get too specific with you past that, I kind of want to be surprised. I trust you to do what you think I'd want. As long as you don't break the rules, I think I'll be ok with it." "Ok, so you want surprises. And you want people. And no consequences. I can do that," I said. "If you have more ideas, let me know. And if there is something that you want to do but you don't need my help to do, obviously feel free to go for it yourself. I can still help if you need it. Next question, how often do you want to do this and how much notice do you want? Do you prefer true surprises?" She replied, "Uh well if you give me too much time, I'll over think it, so maybe a little notice but not too much notice. And I'll be naked whenever you want, as long as it doesn't get in the way of classes and homework. I mean, it can't take over my life, so be reasonable, but if I want to do it, I will." "That makes sense," I replied. "Ok one more thing. I don't think you're going to like this one, but this is officially your first order so you have to do it. I want you to tell someone else about all this. I think that having more people in the know will make this easier. So tell either Zoe or Laura about the exhibitionism and about what we are doing. Your choice." She looked back surprised, clearly not expecting that. "I don't know if I can do that. It was enough of a challenge to tell all this to you." "Yes I know, but I want you to and I think you want to also. I mean both of these girls have seen you naked quite a few times, it's not going to be that shocking," I said. "Um good point. Ok well let me think about that. I'll do it in the next couple days, ok?" she replied. "Sure. Well, I think that covers everything I think we should talk about for now," I said. "And I need to get some work done tonight, so I should head out." "Ok sounds great. Thank you Ben, really. I think this will be exactly what I want. And I hope you get some enjoyment out of it too," she said while smiling. "Yes I think I will," I said, smiling back. "I'll start coming up with some ideas and let you know what kind of adventures you're going to get into soon!" She walked me to the door, where I told her "You know, you should just walk me to the door like this. I'm sure no one would mind that much." I was very curious what she would say, since that was definitely something I wanted her to do eventually. She looked at me with the fearful realization that she just agreed to give me the power to make her do exactly that. But all she said was "Not today. Start me off slow, ok?" She gave me a big, long, naked hug. And I left, mind racing with ideas. Later that night, after getting some homework done, I texted her again with another order. "One more order for tonight Emily. Send me a picture of yourself. Full body, frontal shot, face visible. Obviously, naked. No need to worry about me doing something with it that you wouldn't approve of." It only took her 2 minutes to respond with a picture exactly like I asked for. "That was fast" I texted back. "It's an easy picture to take when I'm already undressed," she sent back. Then she followed that up with "I've never sent a naked face pic before. But I trust you." Fantastic. It was a great picture. Smiling face, looking right in the camera, everything visible. "I'm glad you trust me," I texted back. "I'm going to push you but you can always trust me." We didn't talk much the next day or two, at least not about our deal. Friday morning though, Emily texted me to ask if I wanted to have dinner with her and Zoe that night. So I assume this means that the secret had been shared. I met Emily at the student center, unfortunately clothed, for us to grab some dinner and go back to her dorm to eat. I asked her if she had done it yet on the walk back. "Um, no I haven't actually. But that's why you're here. I'm doing it tonight, and I wanted you to be there. You're kind of an important part of this now," she told me. Interesting. I wondered how this would go. We sat and ate and talked normally for a while. It was good to socialize, especially with Zoe, who I didn't know that well outside of our sketching situations. Soon though, it appeared to be time for the talk. While still sitting around the table, Emily found a break in the conversation and said "Hey Zoe, I need to tell you about something, something about what Ben and I have been doing." Zoe immediately said "Oh, I already know you two are fucking if that's what you wanted to say." "What!" exclaimed Emily immediately. "Yeah it's not that hard to tell. I mean, why wouldn't you. You two have all kinds of sexual tension, plus with the being naked in front of each other. Good for you guys. I'd be fucking Ben too if I was in the same situation." "Wait, stop Zoe. That's not it. Were definitely not doing that!" said Emily quickly. She was definitely blushing. A lot of feelings happening right now. Sure, I'd be lying to say I hadn't thought about Emily and I having sex, even before the nudity began. The urge has only gotten stronger recently. And did I just hear that Zoe wants to have sex with me too? And Emily is blushing at the idea of it too, what does that mean? Seriously, what kind of insane situation have I gotten myself into. "I promise that's not what I wanted to tell you," continued Emily. "Well I'm honestly surprised to hear that," said Zoe. "You two have been together a ton recently, and here alone a lot. Seemed obvious." "Uh well the thing I need to tell you does involve Ben, and explains all that," Emily said cautiously. "So it's all hard to explain, so I'm just going to say it. You know how I'm pretty comfortable being naked? Yeah well I've recently realized that I'm not just comfortable with it, I like it. Like really like being naked. Around people specifically. And well. Ok. Basically, I've realized, with the help of Ben, that I'm an exhibitionist." Before Zoe could say anything, Emily stood up and pulled her dress over her head. Naked of course. She sat and waited for a response. This was a planned move. "Well well well. Not actually that surprised to be honest," said Zoe, seemingly completely ok with what just happened. "You get naked way too often for you to not like it that way. I mean you really are naked a lot Emily. This makes a ton of sense now. Plus, you have definitely told me before when you get super drunk, I just wasn't sure it was the truth." Emily laughed but was also shocked. "Wait what? I've told you before?" "Well a couple times when you've been at your drunkest, you've talked about hating that you have the wear clothes, so I assumed there was something going on with that," Zoe replied with a laugh. "Oh wow, wish I knew that," Emily said as she trailed off in thought. But she continued, "I'm telling you all this because of what happened on Monday, with the posing for class. So I didn't tell you the truth about that. Ben had figured out my secret and decided that he needed to push me into doing something crazy. So he volunteered me for that without me knowing. I only had a couple hours notice, and I really wasn't sure if I would end up liking it, but I really did. And maybe this sounds super stupid, but it kind of made me want to keep on doing crazy exhibitionist things. I just like being naked in front of people, it's the best feeling in the world to me. So I enlisted Ben to help me keep on doing scary things. And we decided that you should know also. Ok so that's it. You are caught up. Don't hate me please," she said with some embarrassment and nervousness. "Ha wow Emily. Like I said, can't say I'm completely surprised with how you've been acting, I mean I think I've seen you naked more than my last few boyfriends combined. But I guess good for you for doing what makes you happy, even if it is a little unusual. No kink shaming here. Well feel free to be naked around here all you want," she said. "I'm glad your so ok with this," Emily responded. "Zoe, actually part of the reason that we wanted to tell you was because we might need your help with some of this too," I said. "Emily asked me to help push her into situations that she'd be too scared to actually do, like what I did with the posing. I've been starting to have some ideas but decided I might could use some assistance." Zoe looked confused. "Actually, could we talk in private for a second, I need to ask you something?" I told her. I needed to get specific with her. "I'll just go in my room, knock when you're done," Emily said as she jumped up. I guess she could figure out why I needed to talk privately. When alone, I told Zoe a little more about my talks with Emily, how Emily needed me to push her, and what I had started to plan for her first adventure. I had been working on this plan all week, and it definitely needed a second person to work. Luckily, once fully explained, Zoe seemed more willing to help as needed. I had to fill her in about just how much Emily wanted this, but it eventually made sense to her. I knocked, Emily returned, and the conversation continued. No more specifics were discussed though, I decided that Emily should have no hint about what she would be doing soon. The conversation mostly ended up being Emily retelling some of her past exhibitionist stories. I was glad it included the streaking story, because that would be the inspiration for what would come next. After a night of talking and dinner, I decided it was time to leave. As before, naked Emily walked me to the door. Before she could hug, I opened the door wide and took step out. I then told her "Step out here for a goodbye hug. That's as far as I'll make you go tonight." She stayed standing back from the doorway, watching me and the hallway and thinking. She listened for a moment and I told her that the hallway was clear. Then she took the step and grabbed me and I grabbed back. I pulled her out to make sure she was fully in the middle of the public space. I whispered "Anyone could walk out of their door right now and see you." She whispered back, "I know." After a moment I let go and she returned back into the doorway. I told her to consider that a warmup and I left. It was time to finalize the plan for Emily's second streak. Wednesday morning. It was time to start putting the plan into action. I had asked Emily over the weekend what nights she was free during the week, playing it off as if we could just hang out. She probably was able to assume why I was asking, but unfortunately, I needed to know, so she got just a bit of warning. And that was all the warning she was going to get until just an hour or two before her adventure that night. I had been planning with Zoe after our talk Friday, and I think we put together a pretty solid plan for Emily's first big exhibitionist breakout. It was absolutely going to terrify her once she found out what she'd be doing, but I knew it would be one she would look back on as a good memory. It also was no where near as far as I wanted her to go. Honestly, it was a little basic, but it would do. For Emily, the night began a little after 6pm, when I sent her a text and an email with instructions. "Emily. Time to have a little fun tonight. Check your email for some important info." The email first contained a link. I wish I had been able to see her reaction when she opened it and found her naked picture on reddit gonewild. The day before I had created an account for her and posted the photo she sent, with her head cropped out of course, protecting her identity. The title "I'm a new [f20] exhibitionist. Should I go streaking through my college campus tonight?". The post had 56 comments when I sent it to her and nearly a thousand views. The comments obviously were positive and encouraged her to go for it. The rest of the email was my instructions. "From the post above, I assume you can figure out what you'll be doing tonight. I'm going to tell you as little as possible about this, but I promise you will enjoy it. I'll be by to pick you up from your building at 8:30. Zoe will tell you what to wear and what to bring." She never actually responded, but I knew from texting Zoe that Emily saw it all and reacted well, though very nervous about the unknown of what she was doing. Zoe was to instruct her to wear a pair of shorts, a dark t-shirt, tennis shoes, and nothing else. She also was to hand her a drawstring bag with some stuff in it she would need. I parked near her building early. I had spent a couple days on the plan, and actually had walked it the night before at the same time to see how it would go. When I walked up to the building right at 8:30, she was already waiting, obviously a little fidgety with nerves and excitement. She hugged me and I led her back to the car, not really saying much at all to her about the plan. I decided to hold the secrets until as late as possible, telling her when she asked that she would find out soon. We drove over to the engineering side of campus and pulled into a service parking lot behind one of the older buildings. This was near the area of her first streak, but a couple buildings away. Very few cars, but one of them was Zoe's. She was standing to the side and waved when we pulled up. When we were parked and got out of the car, I finally began to tell Emily what was happening. "So I guess you know what you're going to be doing soon," I started. "For your first big challenge of our new arrangement, I want you to finish the streak that you started, and do it right this time. That's why I'm here and why Zoe is here. The plan is to have one car at the start of the route, and the other car at the end ready to drive you away. No need to worry about someone getting in the way of you getting back to your clothes this time." She looked a little relieved at that comment, but the nerves were there. "You and I are going to walk the route right now while Zoe drives to the other end," I said. "Then, we will walk back and it'll be your turn to do it all again, undressed." "You want to be an exhibitionist, well we're going to give it to you," added Zoe with a smirk. "It's 8:50 right now," I said, looking at my phone. "In about half an hour, you are going to be locking your clothes in my car and making a run to the other end. Ready to walk?" "Wait, I have questions," interjected Emily before we could get going. "I would start by saying I don't think I can do this, but I know I don't have a choice. So aside from that, isn't it a little early to be doing this? There are still going to be people out?" "Isn't that the point?" I replied. "You're only an exhibitionist if you get seen. A classroom of people saw you last week, and a thousand saw that picture today. You can do this." "Ok," she said softly. "But do I get my mask back then? You said I was completing that streak." "Nope, no mask. An exhibitionist doesn't need a mask," I replied. "No way! Someone will recognize me!" she said, slightly frustrated with the unexpected twist. "No they won't, not if you keep running and don't look back at anyone. I promise the naked girl part will be infinitely more attention grabbing than your face. But I will give you something to help, ok? Open the bag you brought." She opened the drawstrings, and pulled out a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses. "That's what you get for tonight," I told her. "That will be good enough for what you want. No other option. So lets get going, I want to stay on schedule." "Wait, how am I supposed to wear sunglasses and see where I am going at night?" Emily asked. "You have a point," I responded. "Well I'll let you decide if you'd rather wear them for the cover and not be able to see, or go without them. Let's go." I started walking away, forcing her to follow. Zoe drove off to meet back us at the end of the route. The planned path was about 2.5 times longer than the one she originally planned to run, and it crossed the same courtyard that she originally had trouble in. If she ran the whole way, it'd take about 3-4 minutes. I felt like that was a sufficient challenge, but not too far too soon. I led her on the route, slowly and casually. Very little talking, because I could tell she wanted to pay attention to her surroundings. We left the parking lot, walked up one main pedestrian path, crossed between two buildings, and then hit the courtyard. This was halfway. As we crossed it, she grabbed my arm and said "Ben I don't think I can run through here. I can't do this here again. Can't I do this somewhere else?" I reminded her that the deal didn't have any way to back out. This was what she was going to do tonight. I had my reasons to make sure she stuck with it. We continued between the buildings on the opposite side of the courtyard, past where she started her first streak, then walked down another pedestrian path, and then finally entered another parking lot. Specifically, the parking lot with the bush she hid in. Zoe was parked right in the middle of the lot. There were a few more cars here too, but not many for it being around 9pm, maybe just a dozen in a large lot. "So how'd the walk go?" Zoe asked when we walked up. "Well we passed about a dozen people. So I'm pretty terrified. But I want to do it," Emily replied. "Well that's good to hear, since it is just about time to start. So Zoe is going to be right here waiting for you. Let's head back. Zoe, Emily will be back in about 10-15 minutes," I said before we started walking. Just a couple minutes later, we were back at my car. It was 9:20. Right on schedule. "Emily, are you ready?" She nodded. "Ok. You are going to wait here for 5 minutes while I go take my place to watch. I want to see you on the way. When you're ready to start, you are to remove your clothes, put on your hat, and stuff the clothes through the cracked window of my car. Once they're in, your only option is to get to Zoe's car. Take the route we just walked. Understand?" She nodded again. She had the same focused and emotionless expression on as when she was about to pose last week. "Ok. Good luck. I'll be watching on the way. See you soon," I said as I walked away. I walked directly to the buildings by the courtyard area, where I knew the best experience would be. That was because there was a surprise for Emily on the way. I felt just a little bad about not giving her any kind of warning, but I knew it would make it so much sweeter for her. The surprise was that I found out that there was an engineering study group in one of those buildings that ended at 9:15 each night. If it was like last night, there would be people wandering out of the building and hanging around the courtyard at that time. She'd be running right through it. I sat on a bench where I could see her approach to the courtyard and waited. There were about 7 people hanging around. It had been a little more than 5 minutes and started to worry that she'd been too scared to start. But then I saw her coming through the darkness of the path between buildings. That area still covered her well, so only I could see as she made her way with a solid jog. The hat was on and nothing else. The hat did help, with her hair pulled up and face in shadow, it would be hard to identify her. With her run, her little tits kept up a solid bounce, which was entrancing. From where she was, she couldn't see the courtyard occupants either, which was great. She stopped at the edge of the light between the buildings and I could see her taking a deep breath. She couldn't see the group ahead. Then she started running. I stood up so I could follow at a distance and see her reaction once the people were revealed. Just as soon as she cleared the building corner and ran into the main area, the people were directly in her view. And some of them saw her too, slowly. I think she physically jumped at first, but didn't really break stride and kept going. Good girl. She put her head down and pointed it away from the group of people that she started to run by. They absolutely noticed now, creating likely the same situation as her first streak. I hear a couple yells, a whistle, saw someone scrambling to get out their phone. There was laughter once she was past, but no followers. But she continued on and so did I, rushing to keep up with her without full on running. I could see her keeping a good pace as she passed between the buildings, nearly running into a couple that just walked out of the door. They definitely got the best look at her yet. On the final main pathway, she passed by 2 or 3 more people, one of which I don't think even noticed her rush by. She made the final turn into the parking lot, which marked the end but also probably the most revealing part of the run, because it was the most open and the most well lit. She had to run about 30 yards to get to Zoe's car and she was incredibly visible. I'm sure for her it seemed like the longest stretch, but she quickly made it to the car and yanked open the passenger door and dived in. She made it. It had been just about 3 minutes and she was seen by just about a dozen people. Good start. The car quickly drove off, headed to the meeting place we decided on. I can only imagine how she was acting in the car. I'd see soon. I walked back to my car and headed to the meeting place too. It was an isolated parking lot on the other side of the campus, chosen just in case there was a follower on foot when she got in the car. But Zoe's car was alone when I arrived. As soon as my car was off, Emily popped out of the car, still naked. I expected her back in clothes to be honest. She skipped over and gave me a big hug, saying "I can't believe what happened back there Ben, it was so great! I streaked past like 20 people!" "I'm glad you enjoyed that, since that's just the start for what I want you to do soon. That was nothing," I told her, hoping to elicit a positive response. "How are you going to top that Ben?" asked Zoe innocently, no idea how far I wanted to take this. "Oh don't worry, I have ideas. No hints. Emily is always going to be surprised," I replied. "That's great with me," said Emily with excitement. "If it's as great as tonight was, I'll do anything you tell me to do!" Emily seemed like she was on an exhibitionist high, with no fear or need to cover up, even though we were still out in public. At that moment, Zoe handed Emily a dress that was brought for her, telling her it was probably time to cover up and go back to the dorm. She resisted at first, but agreed. She got dressed and said goodbye before getting back in the car and heading back. I went back to my dorm as well, but got a text from Emily almost before even getting back from my room. It appeared urgent. "Holy shit Ben, something crazy just happened. Call me." Um ok what could this be. She was very positive about the night just 20 minutes ago. So I called. "Hey Emily, what's up, what happened?" "Ben! This is crazy and I can't believe this just happened. But we got back to our room and had a note from our RA on our door to come see her. So we did first thing. And we walked into her room and she just looked at me for a second, and then she said 'So Emily, why exactly did you go streaking tonight?" Oh shit. We got caught.

Madison by Demonhead Copyright 2021 by Demonhead Chapter 11: The Race Katie heard her alarm and reached out to turn it off. She looked over at Brad and he was still out. He could sleep through a bomb. Well, he was probably worn out since she rode him like a thoroughbred last night. She was so hot again last night, and he lasted a while since she drained him by the pool earlier. Just thinking about it was getting her hot again. She reached down and rubbed her pussy; it was already heating up and she just woke up. She thought about the two hot little numbers that were asleep about 20 feet away. She licked her lips when she thought of how wonderful Madison had tasted and could not wait to get between those pretty little legs again. She got out of bed and found her sleep pants on the ground. She slipped them on, they were small, soft, and pink, she loved them. She stood up and looked around for her shirt. It was nowhere in sight, so she dug a white t-shirt out of the drawer. She slipped it on and walked out of the bedroom. She looked at the clock and it was 5:50, almost time to wake the girls. She looked into their room and she smiled. Madison was snuggled up with her back against Sam in a spoon position. Sam had her arm around Madison, resting on her bare tummy. Madisons top was scrunched up enough for her to be able to see the bottoms of her firm boobs. Her left leg was bent up and she could see a little of the tasty treasure between her legs. The covers were barely over Sams legs, her shirt was up over her belly so she could see all the way to her thighs. Her panties were tight, she could see the outline of her young pussy. God, she needed to take a picture of this, although she knew she would have this vision in her mind for a while. She stood and gazed at the girls for 5 minutes. Katie reached out and touched Madisons soft leg. She saw the girl open her eyes. She looked very tired. Good morning, sweetheart, its 6:00. Katie whispered, rubbing the soft leg. Good morning. Madison said in a groggy voice. Katie watched her stretch her arm up, pulling up her shirt enough for two little nipples to pop out. Katies pussy throbbed. I am so tired. Madison said and put her arm down. I know sweetheart, but you have to get up. Katie said and touched the soft cheek, moving some hair off of her pretty face. Madison moved her hand up and held Katies. Katie watched the girl yawn, opening her mouth wide. She knelt down and rubbed the soft leg. Eventually, Madison shifted and took Sams arm off of her. She slid out and sat on the edge of the bed. Katie stood between her legs and held her. She felt Madison wrap her arms around her waist. As she held Madison, she saw Sam roll onto her back, now she was looking at two cute little nipples poking out of her shirt as well as the tight panties. She took a deep breath. Did you sleep well, little one? Katie asked as she felt the young girls head against her belly. Yes, I dont think I even moved. Madison said. We need to wake up sleeping beauty. Katie said and Madison turned her head. She is pretty, right? Madison said, looking at her sleeping friend. Yes, baby, she is precious. Katie said. I kissed her last night. Madison said. Really? How was it? Katie said. It was great. We need to practice some more. Madison said. That sounds like fun, good for you. Katie said. Madison reached over and touched Sams arm. She saw her eyes open slowly. Good morning rock star. Sam said softly. Time to get up, we have to leave in like 20 minutes. Madison said. Shit, this is way too early; coach is crazy. Sam said and Madison laughed. Madison stood up and kissed Katie softly on the lips, she loved the feel of those lips. She left the bedroom and walked to the bathroom. Katie looked down at Sam. Sam smiled up at her. She reached out her hand and Sam took her hand. She pulled the young girl to the edge of the bed and tickled her in the side. She heard Sam squeal and twist away. Thats mean. Sam said. You think? Katie said and jumped on the bed, on top of the girl. Katie put her hands in her armpits and Sam screamed. She wiggled her fingers and Sam struggled to get away, laughing hard as Katie watched her boobs move behind her top. Katie moved her hands down to her sides and tickled. Sam kept struggling and could not get Katie off of her. Katie looked down at the young girl and fought the urge to strip her naked and ravage her right here. In time, she thought and crawled off. Sam was breathing hard, and Katie saw her panties again as her shirt was pulled up. She touched the soft thigh. Ok, up and atem. You will have to put on a few more clothes. Katie said and squeezed her firm thigh. Madison walked back in and opened a drawer. She pulled out a yellow t-shirt and a pair of shorts. She grabbed a pair of blue panties. She pulled her pajama top off and slipped on the t-shirt. She slipped the bottoms down and pulled up the panties. She pulled the shorts on and turned to see Sam and Katie staring at her. You guys having fun? Madison asked. We were just watching the show, nice butt. Sam said and smiled. Next time I will sell tickets. Madison said. Those will sell out. Sam said and Madison laughed. Your turn. Madison said and sat down next to Katie. They watched Sam get up and dig in her bag. She pulled out a white shirt and a pair of shorts. She pulled off her shirt and Katie and Madison saw her cute boobs pop out. Sam pulled on the shirt and the shorts and bowed. They all laughed. Ok, cuties. Grab your stuff, I am sure Aaron is in the driveway. Katie said. They picked up their bags and followed Katie down the stairs. They walked out and the car was waiting under the carport. Aaron was leaning against the car. He watched the three girls walk towards him and he was able to see stiff nipples on all three of them. These girls will be the death of me, he thought. Good morning ladies. Aaron said. Good morning, Aaron. They all said in unison. Madison and Sam crawled in the car and looked back at Katie. Ride with us to school? Madison asked. I am not dressed to go out. Katie said. You are not going out, you can stay in the car, just ride with us. Madison said. Katie looked at Aaron and he shrugged. She thought what the hell and crawled in. The girls cheered. She sat in between them, and Aaron closed the door. Madison scooted back and laid down, putting her head on Katies thigh. Katie put her hand on Madisons head. She felt Sam lay on her other thigh and she now had her hands on two pretty girls. They rode to school, Katie running her hands over the young bodies. Madison and Sam enjoyed the feel of Katies thigh on their face and her hands rubbing on them felt good. They felt the car stop. We are here girls. Katie said and the girls sat up. Thank you for riding with us, Katie. Madison said and kissed her. She pushed her tongue into Katies mouth and felt her tongue touch hers. She pulled back and smiled. Thank you. That was nice. Katie said. Sam needs practice. Madison said and Sam looked at her. Katie turned to Sam and smiled at her. Good luck today, sweet girl. We will all be cheering. Katie said and pulled Sam close. Katie kissed Sams lips gently and then pulled back. Thanks. Sam said. Madison and Sam climbed out of the car. Good luck, ladies. Aaron said. Thanks Aaron, we will see you later? Madison said. Yes, maam. I will be there. Aaron said. Aaron watched the two cute girls walk up to the school. He shook his head and closed the door. He got into the seat and put the car in gear. He pulled out as soon as he saw them go into the door. You know, your tits bounce really nice in that shirt. Aaron said and Katie looked up. You like? Katie said and pushed her boobs up. Very much, I watched them the entire way here. Aaron said and his eyes popped open as he saw Katie pull off her shirt. Two beautiful tits bounced on her chest. How about now? She said. Much better. I will try to hit all the bumps. He said. Anything to make my driver happy. Katie said. She sat and looked out the window as her bare boobs bounced on her chest. Aaron felt his cock harden more with every bump. He pulled into the driveway and parked. He got out of the car and opened the back door. Before she could move, he grabbed her legs and pulled them towards him, making her fall back on the seat. He ripped her shorts down to her knees and raised her legs. He opened his pants, and his cock was rock hard. He put it on the edge of her wet pussy and shoved it in. He heard her gasp and arch her back. Oh fuck, that is so good. Katie said as the huge cock buried itself deep in her body. She felt him bottom out and she loved how full she was. She felt like this was exactly what she needed. He pulled out and then slammed back in. She pulled her shorts off her legs and wrapped them around his back. He put his hands on the seat and started to hammer her. She heard his skin slap against her ass, and she closed her eyes as he fucked her slow and hard. Aaron loved this pussy. He really needed to get into it more often. Brad actually wanted him to fuck her more. He wasnt sure what that was about other than he liked to watch. He didnt care as long as he got to fuck this wonderful pussy. He was drilling her into the seat with every stroke, and she was moaning. That is one reason he loved fucking her, he didnt have to hold back, she could take him even if he went all out. He also enjoyed those amazing tits, especially when they bounced around as he fucked her. He felt he was close, and he drove deep into her warm pussy. He grabbed her hips and pulled her hard into him, driving his cock deeper. He felt his first load blast into her, he held on and filled her body with his seed. Aaron pulled out slowly. He tucked his cock back in and looked at her. She was laying across the back seat, her legs open and her pussy leaking his cum. She was pretty even like this. He found her shorts and slipped them back on her legs and up. He pulled her out of the car and picked her up. He carried her into the house. Thank you, Aaron. That was wonderful. Katie said and laid her head on his chest. He put her on the couch. She looked very well fucked. I have to go and clean up the back seat before I pick up everyone. I will be back for you guys around 9:00. You may want to put on some more clothes. Aaron said and he rubbed on her firm boobs. Do I have to? Katie moaned as she felt him rub her stiff nipples. No, but if you dont, I will be fucking you every minute. Aaron said. Dont tempt me. She said and smiled. Aaron laughed and walked out to clean the cum off the back seat. He loved his job. Madison and Sam sat on the bus. They had a 45-minute ride to the meet. They dressed at school, so they were wearing their uniforms. Madison loved the new shorts of the uniform, they hugged her perfectly and made it very easy to run. The top was like a sports bra, so it felt light, and she liked having her tummy open. She was excited for today, coach said they had a great plan to beat that girl again. He said they had to stay one step ahead of her as she would adjust to what happened last time. She wondered what he had cooked up. She wished her daddy was here. The bus pulled in and they started to file out, all of the parents were gathered near the edge of the parking lot. Coach said they could talk to their parents for a few minutes while they were getting the equipment out of the busses. Madison and Sam walked slowly past the rows of parents. They saw a lot of hugging and laughing. They were almost to the end of the group when they saw Katie and Mr. Thompson. Aaron was standing behind them. They walked up and Katie hugged them both. Madison looked over her shoulder and standing next to Aaron was Mr. Jones. She ran over to him and wrapped her arms around him. She was so happy to see him. What are you doing here? How did you get here? Madison said. Well, this large man here pulled up to my house and told me to get in his car and here I am. Barry said and Madison hugged him again. He loved the feeling of her strong little body as he held her. Thank you, Aaron. She said and looked up at him. Dont thank me yet. He said and she was confused. Aaron stepped aside and she saw her daddy. She felt her heart leap out of her chest and the tears exploded out of her eyes. She ran to him and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around him. He held her tight, and she cried hard into his shoulder. Katie felt her own throat tighten and then she felt tears running down her cheeks. She pulled Sam back into her and put arms around her as they watched the scene. She felt Sam grab her hands and hold on. It is nice to see you, sweetheart. Henry said and she started crying harder. He squeezed his young daughter. Sam felt a touch on her shoulder and looked up to see coach. You guys dont race for a couple of hours, let her finish and bring her. Coach said to Sam. Ok coach. Sam said and turned back to watch her friend lose her shit. Henry rubbed the back of her head and whispered to her. Its ok baby. I am here all day to see you run. Are you ok? Henry said. Madison pulled back from her daddy. Her face was a mess, her eyes were red, tears covered her cheeks, and her nose was running. Henry stood her on the ground and knelt down. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped her tears. He handed it to her, and she blew her nose. Oh goodie, a souvenir. He said and she laughed, more tears ran down. Im sorry daddy, I cant seem to stop crying. I am so happy to see you. Madison said. I know baby, its ok. I am very happy to see you as well, I missed you so much. Henry said. Daddy, how are you here? Madison said. Well, it turns out a plane ticket popped up on my phone and then Aaron was at the airport to pick me up this morning. Henry said. Madison looked around and Katie was crying as well. She was wiping her cheeks and Mr. Thompson was smiling with his arm around her shoulder. Thank you. She said and they nodded. Daddy, how long are you here? She said. I dont leave until tomorrow morning, so we have all day today and tonight together. Then I am only gone two more sleeps. He said and she hugged him. I am so happy you are here. She said into his shoulder again. Me too, baby, me too. He said. I think I should probably go. She said. Yeah, dont you have a race to run or something? He said and she laughed. He hadnt heard that laugh in 5 days, he didnt realize how much he missed it. Sam walked up and held out her hand. You ready rock star? Sam said and took Madisons hand. Madison walked with Sam and looked back at her daddy and her wonderful friends. She wiped more tears off her cheek. The girls walked into the stadium and looked around. It was huge and there was actually a lot of people in the stands for a track meet. They walked over to coach and he told them the 5K was most likely going to start at 12:30 or so. He told them he wanted them to start warming up at 11:30 so they had about an hour to walk around and cheer on their friends. Madison was starting to feel better after the emotional entrance, she kept looking in the stands to see her daddy. They were all sitting together on the front row, around the finish line. She waved at him multiple times. Mr. Thompson, thank you so much for bringing me home, Madison is very happy, as am I. Henry said. It was all Katies idea; I just took care of the details. Brad said. Well, thank you both then. Henry said. And thank you both for picking up the old man. Barry Jones said. Well, you are special to Madison and we thought she would like you to be here. Katie said. So, Henry, tell us about this track stuff. Katie said. Well, Madison and Sam run the 5K, it is usually the last race of the meet as it is the longest. Sometimes they run across the grounds but today it will be a little over 12 times around the track. Henry said. 12 laps, holy crap, I would die. Katie said and laughed. There is a runner here from Jefferson who is really good, she won district and finished 2nd in state last year. Except last week Madison beat her. Henry said. Wow, that is good for a freshman, right? Katie said. Yeah, it was quite an upset, especially for a freshman, she ran the race of her life. We are expecting the Jefferson girl to come prepared this week, so a top 5 finish is more realistic. Henry said. Barry jones was watching Madison as she and Sam walked around. He loved the way her shorts hugged her little butt and that thigh gap, fuck. God, she was gorgeous and seemed to be getting prettier every day. He also noticed Sams shorts were wrapped around an impressive butt as well. Her legs were fabulous, a lot like Madisons. In fact, save for the blonde hair, they could be sisters. His dirty mind quickly flashed a picture of both of them lying in his bed, looking up at him. He shook his head and tried to not look too much like a pervert. Madison and Sam walked over to the prep area, sat down, and started stretching. As they pulled their legs into various positions, unbeknownst to them, many sets of eyes were locked onto them. You ok? Sam asked. Yeah, that was rough, I kind of lost it when daddy showed up. Madison said. Ya think? You were a hot mess. Sam said and smiled. I guess I missed him more than I thought. Madison said and reached for her feet over her leg. Yeah, I figured. 5 days is a long time. Sam said and Madison missed the look of sadness on her friends face. Brad Thompson looked around at all of the young girls milling around the track. This was like a smorgasbord for a horny old fuck. He loved the tight outfits, and the thigh gaps were so numerous it was mind-boggling. He had seen Madison and Sam up close, so he knew their uniforms were incredibly hot, but he was now looking at around 40 or 50 girls and he was having trouble finding the hottest one, but he was loving the research. Barry Jones was also amazed at all the healthy young girls, but he was focused on Madison. He watched her walk around and now he was watching her stretch those pretty legs. His heart skipped a beat when she spread them wide and held her thighs. He just could not get enough of that little girl. He would be happy when Henry came home so he could see her more every day. Madison and Sam were sitting on the ground waiting. Madison felt good, her legs felt strong, but she saw the Jefferson girl and she shot daggers at Madison as she walked by. Oh boy, she looked pissed. Wow, she looks mad. Madison said. Yeah, you will not surprise her today. Sam said. Yeah, I am beginning to think last week was a fluke and she just had a bad day. Madison said. Dont sell yourself short, Rock star. You ran a great race and kicked her ass, and you are going to kick her ass again today. Sam said and smiled. Madison looked at her cute friend and would grab her and kiss her right now if they werent sitting in the middle of a track meet. Girls, are you ready? coach said and knelt next to them. Yes sir. Madison said. Good, here is what we are going to do. Madison, do you remember the pace you ran last week when you ran behind the girl from Jefferson during the first part of the race? Coach asked. Yes, sir, I think so. Madison said. Ok, this week instead of following the Jefferson girl, you are going to follow Sam. Coach said. Yes, sir. Madison said and she saw Sam smile. Now if Sam slows down, I want you to keep running and sit in that same pace as last week. Do you understand? Coach said. When will I know if Sam is slowing down? Madison asked. You will know, and she will probably tell you. Now the last thing, you see the yellow flag Coach Sims is holding? he said and Madison nodded. When you see him waving that you will start running as fast as you can all the way to the finish line. Do you understand? he asked. Yes sir. I follow Sam until she slows down, then I sit in last weeks pace and wait for the yellow flag, when I see it, I run as fast as I can. She said. That a girl. You girls ready to kick some butt? Coach said, holding out his fist. They bumped fists and laughed. Sam, give me at least 6. Coach said as he turned to walk away. Got it coach. Sam said and Madison looked at her friend with a strange look on her face. Sam got up and Madison followed her over to the track. There were a lot more girls in the race this week than last. Madison looked up and saw her daddy, he was talking to Mr. Jones and Katie. He looked very excited. She felt her heart get lighter seeing him smiling. Come on goofball. She heard Sam and felt her pull her hand and lead her over to the track. Madison saw the Jefferson girl again and she looked bigger than last week, at least angrier. That is the girl from Jefferson, number 4. Henry said. Holy shit, she is a woman. Our little girl beat her? Katie said. Yeah, she did. Henry said and felt his chest expand with pride. They saw Madison and Sam walk onto the track and work their way to the top of the track. Henry thought this was different, he was used to her being down on the inside of the track with the pack at the beginning. Madison also thought it was strange that Sam had her near the top edge of the track. They usually started toward the bottom and ran with the pack at the beginning. She saw the girls getting ready and the starter moving into position. Sam squeezed her hand. Look, we have fans. Sam said and Madison looked up to see Aaron and Mr. Thompson holding up signs, one said, Go Sam and one said, Go Madison. She smiled. Try and keep up rock star. Sam said to her, her face suddenly serious. Madison got ready and she saw the starter raise her hand. The gunshot rang out and Sam took off. Madison got right behind her and decided she would just watch Sams cute butt and blonde ponytail as she ran. They were in clear air almost immediately and Sam dropped down to the inside edge of the track. Madison followed. Oh shit, they are going out too fast. Henry said and put his hands on his head. What do you mean? Katie asked. The race is long, 12 laps, if you go out too fast you burn out and have nothing at the end. The Jefferson girl has a massive kick, if Madison has nothing left at the end, she will have no chance. Henry said as he watched Sam and Madison immediately putting distance between themselves and the pack. Henry sat down and watched. Sam and Madison crossed the line to finish the first lap and they had at least a quarter track lead on the lead pack. He saw the Jefferson girl in the lead pack. He shook his head. Coach, Jefferson is in the lead pack, but the girls are increasing the lead. The pace for the lead pack is already 3 seconds over last week. Coach Sims said. Good, so far so good. Good girl Sam. Coach said softly as he watched his girls round the second turn on the second lap. Sam still looked strong, and Madison was tucked in right behind her. Sims, give me lap times for the lead pack every time they come around. Coach said. Madison felt good even though she knew she was running much faster than she usually did for the first few laps. Sam was moving well so she stayed right behind that cute little butt. She thought this was much more fun than following the black leg wrap last week. She saw her daddy when she started the second lap, he looked worried as usual. He was always a wreck when she ran. Too fast, too fast. Henry said and Katie rubbed her hand over his back. Trust her, lets see what happens. Katie said and Henry smiled at her. Coach, lap 2 times for the pack are now 4 seconds over last week, we are pushing them, and we are still pulling away. Coach Sims said. Good, good, hang in there Sam. Coach said softly as he watched Sam running strong. She worked really hard this week after he shared his plan with her. He was so impressed with her determination; she was pulling Madison exactly as he planned. Madison was still feeling good, she felt like her legs were stronger. She wondered if the massage and stuff Gerard did to her legs yesterday was helping her. Gerard, he was so funny. She liked him. Sams butt was still right in front of her. That blonde ponytail was swishing around, and Madison thought it was really cute. She felt like she was on autopilot as she ran behind her friend. She saw her daddy again at the end of the fourth lap. He still looked worried; Katie had her arm around him and was talking to him, he was so cute when he was worried. Holy fuck, Coach, the lead pack is now 6 seconds ahead of last weeks pace. They are really pushing. Girls are not increasing but are still holding the gap. Coach Sims said. Coach looked and his girls had a half lap lead on the pack. He saw the Jefferson girls face when she ran by, she was running well but she looked confused. He smiled. They will not be able to keep up this pace for very much longer. God, I hope she knows what she is doing. Henry said. Arent they doing good, they are leading, and Sam said she normally finishes 24th. Katie said. Yeah, but they have 7 more laps. The pack will start catching them soon. Henry said. Oh. Katie said and slid to the edge of her seat. All she knew is that the girls looked like they were way ahead and running well but she knew Henry was much more in tune with this stuff. Brad looked at his wife and saw she was totally engaged in this race. He smiled and shook his head. Madison noticed Sams pretty legs were shiny now with sweat. She felt like they had slowed down a little, but they were still moving good for this part of the race. She thought they had finished 5 laps. She looked at coach as she ran by the finish line and he was holding up a fist. He was really into it now that they had won a meet. She felt good that he was happy. She looked back at Sams butt and thought about how nice it would be to touch it later. Coach, lap 5 times are still 5 seconds up, pace is blistering. Girls are not increasing but they are still maintaining the gap. Coach Sims said. Coach watched the girls pass and round the second turn on lap 6. Sam was starting to struggle. Cmon girl, one more lap. He looked back at the pack and they were still a half lap behind. He watched the Jefferson girl pass, and she was now smiling. Fuck, she had them in her sights and was biding her time. He hoped his plan would work; Madison looked really strong this week in practice. He knew she could do it, at least he hoped but she was just a freshman. He forgot that occasionally, he rubbed his hand over his head and prayed. Henry watched them cross at the end of the 6th lap and Madison looked good, but he looked up at the clock and saw the pace was off the sheet. He hoped she could make it. He had never seen her run this fast so early before. He saw Sam was still leading her, but she did not look very good. Coach ran over to the second turn and got right next to the track. Sam was struggling but she was holding on, they finished the 6th lap, any more now would be gravy. He saw them coming and he started running next to them. Sam, give me one more, come on girl! He screamed and he saw her look at him and then turn. Madison saw Coach next to them and he was yelling at Sam. She saw her friend pick up speed a little and Madison followed. Madison wondered how Sam was doing this, she never ran this long with the lead pack, much less set the pace like this. She was proud of her friend. They went around the 4th turn and headed back to the line. Sam pulled over and slowed down to run next to her. Go rock star. See you at the finish line. Sam said and Madison felt her slow down and fall back. She looked over and saw her daddy. He had his hands on his head. She chuckled a little. She rounded the second turn and coach was there again. He was yelling something. Sit in the pace, Madison! He screamed and she remembered. She tried to remember exactly back to last week and adjusted her stride slightly. She thought this felt right and she kept running. Sams butt was not there to focus on now, so she had to use her imagination as her body settled into the new pace. Henry, what happened to Sam? Katie said. She went as far as she could on that pace, Madison is on her own now. He said and Katie started to worry now. Coach, she is doing it. Madison is matching the pace of the lead pack. She is holding the lead. Coach Sims said. Good, good, now it is all you Madison, we need 4 laps on this pace. Coach said to no one. Madison felt good, now she was sure Gerard and Miss Gloria had something to do with this. Her legs still felt strong, and she was in lap 8. She felt like she was on autopilot again and her legs were moving on their own. She passed the line again and daddy still had his hands on his head. She felt her heart again as she looked at her daddy. She missed him so bad. She hit the first turn and her mind placed an image of Sams butt in front of her and she followed. Henry, is that the lead pack? Katie asked as she saw the group of 6 girls run by. Yes. They will start speeding up soon and try to run down Madison. He said. When will they speed up? Katie said. Probably around lap 10, they just finished lap 8. He said. Madison still has a good lead on them. Katie said. Yeah, I hope she has something left or they will catch her quickly. He said and Katie sighed. Madison crossed the line to finish lap 9 and rounded the second turn on lap 10. Coach was there and he gave her a thumbs up. She smiled. Sims, is she holding onto the gap? Coach asked. Coach Sims looked at his stopwatch as the lead group ran by him. Yeah, she is, she has held it steady since lap 7. Coach Sims said and rechecked his numbers. Good girl, hold on. Coach said, again to no one. Madisons mind was starting to lose focus and she thought of all the things that had happened to her this week. She remembered Katies wonderful tongue, both in her kisses and between her legs. She remembered Mr. Thompson and Gloria between her legs as well, she loved that and wondered when it would happen again. What had coach said? She thought for a second, oh yeah, yellow flag. She was running down the back stretch, she thought it was lap 10 but she wasnt sure. Simplify, she told herself, sit in the pace and look for the yellow flag. Henry was now a mess. He noticed the lead pack was starting to close the gap a little, her lead was now less than a half lap. She was on lap 10, please hold on baby, he thought and slid to the edge of his seat. Henry, it looks like her lead is shrinking. What lap is she on? Katie asked. 10. Henry said. Oh shit, are they speeding up now? She asked. Yeah, they are. Henry said. Katie leaned forward and focused on Madison, come on baby, hang on. Her legs were shaking, and she put her hands on her knees to try and steady herself. Sims, pace? Coach screamed as Madison rounded the second turn on lap 11. They are closing coach, they picked up 2 seconds on her that last lap. Coach Sims said. Watch the Jefferson girl, we need to know exactly when she breaks out, she will have to, no way the pack can make up that much in two laps. He said and watched the pack pass, the Jefferson girl was still smiling, shit. Madison was running down the backstretch again. She wondered where the yellow flag would pop up. She hoped she would see it. She was having a little trouble picturing Sams butt now. She still felt pretty good, but her chest was starting to burn a little. Her legs were ok, and her feet felt great. Thank you, Gerard. She remembered his funny smile and his laugh. She wanted to see him again. She heard the bell when she passed the line, wow, one lap to go. Sims, time? Coach said, this was the moment of truth, did Madison have anything left in the tank? They closed another 3 seconds on her, coach. Coach Sims said. Not enough, they are still too far behind, Jefferson has to break out soon. As soon as she pulls away from the pack wave the flag. Coach said as Madison rounded the first turn on the last lap. Oh crap, here she comes. Henry said and Katie saw the Jefferson woman start running away from the pack. Henry saw the girl cross the start line as Madison was rounding the second turn. Now Sims, now! Coach screamed and Coach Sims started running toward the back stretch waving the flag like a crazy person. Madison rounded the second turn and saw Coach Sims running around and waving the yellow flag. Her mind took a second to process, but she remembered. Run as fast as she could when she saw yellow. She pushed her legs and picked up speed. Henry watched the Jefferson girl round the first turn, she was really moving now, she was pulling away from the pack quickly. He looked and Madison was in the back stretch. No way could she hold her off, the girl was too strong. He sat down and put his head in his hands. He felt Katie hitting him. Henry, look, I dont think she is catching her. Katie screamed and was jumping. He looked and saw the girl in the middle of the back stretch and Madison was going into the third turn. She was holding her off. He saw the girl look like she sped up again as Madison rounded the fourth turn. Cmon baby, hold on. Henry screamed and Katie hugged him as they were both jumping. Madison felt her legs burning, and her chest was on fire. She was trying to run as fast as she could, but she felt like her body was going to explode. She rounded the last turn and saw the finish line. She could see everyone jumping and screaming on the inside of the track. She looked over and saw daddy and Katie jumping and screaming. Her heart felt lighter, and she got a burst of energy. Coach, she is holding on. The girl is not closing anymore. Coach Sims said. Coach looked and Madison was heading down the front stretch and the girl was just rounding the fourth turn. She looked defeated and he thought he saw her shoulders slump. He looked and Madison was 100 yards from the finish. She was still running strong, but she did not look good. Sims, get the trainer at the finish line, now! Coach screamed and Sims took off running. Madison felt her legs moving but she could not control them. She saw the finish line 20 yards in front of her. Almost there. She saw the line as she crossed. She tried to slow down but her legs did not respond correctly. She felt herself slowing down a little, she veered to the left to the soft grass, she was almost stopped and then she lost her legs. She crumbled to the ground and was on her back, looking at the pretty sky. She won, she won. Henry and Katie were screaming. Katie grabbed his arm when she saw Madison fall. They both ran down the stands and onto the track. Henry reached her first and knelt down. Hi daddy. She said softly and Henry saw a trainer kneel down next to her. Madison, can you see me? the trainer said and Madison turned her head. Yeah, hi, Mr. Jim. She said in a soft voice. Are you ok? the trainer said. Yeah, I think I need some water. She said, and everyone laughed with relief. They sat her up and someone handed her a bottle of water, it felt good going down her dry throat. She pulled the bottle down just in time to see a blonde streak and felt her friend hit her with a hug. They fell to the grass with Sam hugging her. Way to go, rock star! That was amazing. Sam screamed in her ear. Sam pulled back and looked at her. Her pretty blonde hair was a mess, and her cheeks were really red. She looked at her friend and smiled. Thank you. She said and Sam hugged her again. Coach was out of his mind on the bus ride home; they won the meet again by two points over Jefferson. He said that no one had ever beaten that girl more than once. Madison felt really good as he talked about her to the team on the bus ride back to school. The team was congratulating her and Sam. They got to school, showered and walked out of the school. Sam was holding her hand and they saw the big black car. They walked up and Aaron walked around and opened the door. Madison wrapped her arms around him, and he rubbed her head with his huge hand. Madison looked in the car and saw everyone in there. Katie and Mr. Thompson were on the seat facing backwards and Her daddy and Mr. Jones were sitting on the other side. Sam crawled in and Katie grabbed her and pulled her on her lap. She crawled in and sat on daddys lap. Everyone was excited and said they were all going to the Thompsons for a barbecue and swimming. She thought that sounded wonderful. She looked to her left and saw Mr. Jones. He was smiling at her. She grabbed his hand and put it on her leg. She held it there and leaned back into daddy. She was very tired. Barry Jones felt his cock jump when she put his hand on her thigh. God, her skin was nice. She was holding his hand on her thigh. He thought it was already nice as he was watching Sams boobs bounce behind her shirt. Her blonde hair was still wet and hanging over, making the shirt wet. Yes, it was nice but now that his hand was resting on a perfect young thigh, it was officially heaven. Madison woke up when they stopped at the Thompsons. They all went into the backyard and her and Sam went upstairs to change. Madison pulled off her shirt and slipped her shorts and panties down. She walked to the bed and picked up the bottoms of her suit. She looked over and Sam was pulling her shorts and panties down. She looked at her friends body and felt her pussy tingle. Sam was holding her top, trying to untangle it and Madison walked over to her. She put her arms around Sam and hugged her. She loved the feel of her skin on Sams body. She felt her boobs smash against Sams. Sam looked at her and Madison kissed her softly. She held the kiss and she felt Sam open her mouth a little. She slipped her tongue in and felt Sams tongue meet hers. They kissed hard, rubbing tongues and then Madison pulled back. We are getting better and better. We need to keep practicing. Madison said and Sam Smiled. Rock star, you are insatiable. Sam said. Yes, maam. Madison said and kissed her softly again. They finally put on their swimsuits and went back downstairs. She had felt really good after her nap on the way home but after kissing her friend she felt great. She held her friends hand as they ran to the pool and jumped in. Barry Jones was sitting in an amazing back yard, drinking an amazing beer. He looked around and was very impressed. The pool was beautiful and there was a hot tub on a deck a little above the pool. The patio was massive, and he thought he could live here in the back yard easily. He thought it couldnt get any better until he saw Madison and Sam run by in their bikinis. Yep, just got better. Everyone saw the big splash as the two girls hit the water. They swam around and wrestled for a few minutes and then they put their arms on the side of the pool and hung there in the water. The water felt good, and Madison felt like her body was getting back to normal. So, tell me of this secret plan you and coach cooked up. Madison said and Sam laughed. Coach said that the Jefferson girl would not let you do what you did to her last time. He said the only way to beat her was to try and get her to run faster than she wanted to early and try to take her energy away at the end. Sam said. Ok, what was your role? Madison asked. Well, coach said it is really hard for a runner to set a pace. It is hard to run out front, especially when you dont know what is going on behind you, so I was your rabbit. Sam said. My rabbit? Madison said. Yeah, that is what coach called it, he wanted me to run as fast I could for at least 6 laps and have you follow me. It would be easier for you having someone to follow and it would force the lead pack to run faster to not fall too far behind. Sam said. Ok, I think I get it. Madison said. It is a good thing you are cute. Sam said. Why didnt you guys tell me? Madison said. Did I mention the part about you being cute? Sam said and Madison punched her. Tell me. Madison said. Coach said if you knew you would overthink, that is why you won last week, you just settled in behind the Jefferson girl and then got her at the end. So, he figured you could just settle in behind me and I would pull you to the faster pace. Then when they saw the Jefferson girl break away to chase you, they had you just go all out as far as you could. Sam said. So, you sacrificed your race for me? Madison said. Nah, I still finished 24th so no big deal. Sam said. I love you. Madison said and hugged her cute friend. Barry Jones watched the girls in the pool, and he tried to stay calm. He loved the way their bodies were basically displayed under the material. He thought of when Madison was wearing his shirt and she was soaking wet. He thought that was hot as fuck but now he was watching her and Sam walk around in those little suits and he wondered if this was even better. He was watching Sam walk over and talk to Katie who was laying on a lounge. Mr. Jones, thank you for coming today. He jumped when he heard Madisons voice and she giggled. Holy cow, Madison you scared the dookie out of me. He said and she stepped in front of him. He just about had a heart attack when she crawled up onto his lap and hugged him. He felt her firm little body wrap around his, her boobs pushing on his chest and her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her waist and the feel of her warm skin felt so good he tried to not hyperventilate. I think you are my lucky charm; I have won every time you have come to watch me. She said, her head still on his shoulder. That is true. He said. Will you watch me all the time? Madison asked. Sweetheart I will watch you until I am too old to see. Barry said. Yay! Thank you so much. She said and pulled back and looked at him, her face inches from his. He could see the sparkle in her eyes and felt the warmth of her skin as she stayed close to him. He saw her move and then felt her lips on his. She kissed him gently and then jumped off his lap. He looked down and saw that his pants and shirt were now wet. Oh well, so worth it. Daddy, what time is your flight in the morning? Madison said as she walked up next to her daddy. 7:00, baby, I have to be at the airport at 6:00, so I have to leave the house at 5:00. He said and she groaned. That is really early, how are you getting to the airport? She said. I guess I will call a taxi so you will have to stay here tonight. He said and he saw her sad face. Nonsense. They looked and Aaron was now sitting next to her daddy. Aaron, you dont have to do that. Henry said. True, but I am. I will take you two home tonight whenever you are ready and then I will be there in the morning to bring you to the airport and then bring Madison back here after. Settled, no arguments. He said. Thank you, Aaron. Henry said. Yes, thank you Aaron. Madison said. Anything for you little one. Aaron said and smiled. Daddy, we can go in a little while, I am kinda tired and I want to watch a movie with you. She said. You got it baby girl, just let me know when. Henry said. Madison walked over to the lounges where Katie was laying and stood in front of her. Katie was wearing her blue bikini; it covered a little more than her others. She thought that was probably good with all the extra people here today. She still looked hot though, she wondered if Mr. Jones liked watching her as well. She climbed on the lounge and crawled between Katies legs. She laid on her, her head over her stomach and looked at her. Thank you so much for bringing my daddy home today. Madison said. You are welcome sweetheart, but it was worth it to see the smile on your pretty face. Katie said. Yeah, I was a little happy when I saw him. Madison said. I have never seen anything so sweet; I was a mess just watching. Katie said and Madison laughed. So tomorrow can we just hang out around the pool, I am thinking I am going to be very sore. Madison said. You got it kiddo. It will be difficult, but I will do it for you. Katie said and Madison laughed again. I kissed Sam again today. Madison said softly. How was it? Katie said. It was nice, we were both changing so we were naked. It felt good, like when you hugged me in the shower. Madison said. Yeah, that does feel good. Katie said. You know, I will probably need a shower tomorrow, maybe you can help me? Madison said. You naughty girl, I would love that. Katie said. Madison laid her head down on Katies stomach. Katie rubbed her head. They both wondered how they would make it without seeing each other every day. The party continued for another hour and then Aaron transported Madison, Henry, Barry, and Sam home. Madison changed into her pajamas and cuddled on the couch with her daddy. She leaned back into him and he put his arms around her. She held his hands and loved having him home with her. They fell asleep before the movie was 30 minutes old. Henry woke up at 11:00 and carried his young daughter upstairs and tucked her in.

Maragana Girl by EC Chapter 3 - Kim's new life Kim sullenly accompanied her Spokesman and his secretary across the plaza back to his office at the Central Police Station. Her body still was in considerable pain, not only from the searing welts, but also from her cramped muscles. The American walked stiffly and slowly, with Dukov and Tatiana slowing their own pace to allow her to keep up with them. The plaza was crowded with commuters and people relaxing in the afternoon sun. Kim, with her bare body, Asian features, metal collar, and marked backside, drew a lot of attention from the public as she walked by. They've turned me into a freak, she thought bitterly. And for two years I have to stay like this. On the steps of the police station Dukov gave several short interviews to local television reporters, with Kim and the secretary standing behind him. His client felt deep bitterness at that moment, being forced to stand on the steps while the Spokesman cheerfully spoke to the cameras. The Danubian official was in very high spirits, having reduced his client's threatened 20-year sentence to just 2-years. Kim still did not fully appreciate how difficult an accomplishment this had been. She did not yet realize the reduction of her sentence by 90% in this very high-profile case had been one of the most significant victories of Dukov's career. As the young criminal painfully followed her mentor up the steps, the cameras focused on her backside, filming the dark welts on her bottom and shoulders. Finally the three were back in the Spokesman's office. The secretary who had stayed behind at the office had a recovery table set up; a massage table with lotion and disinfectant. Kim's body was stiffer than ever, and she was grateful for the opportunity to simply lie down. The secretary at the recovery table examined her to make sure her skin had not been broken anywhere, then she gently spread lotion on the welts to soften them. It was standard procedure following a judicial punishment. Six months from now Kim once again would be lying in this office following her second punishment. Kim had no desire to move once she was on the table. Even the slightest movement hurt. The pain and stiffness were so overwhelming that she could barely imagine a time that she didn't feel such agony. She started to cry again, not only from the physical torment she was enduring, but also from the emotional suffering she had undergone that day and the overwhelming feeling that her life was ruined. She couldn't imagine that there could be any future for her after what she had endured. However, physical exhaustion finally overtook her and she fell asleep. Kim did have a future in Upper Danubia, which Dukov spent the rest of the afternoon arranging. His first concern was making sure his client had a job. The court was dead serious about her needing to be gainfully employed within 48 hours. Kim would most definitely present a problem, given that she spoke no Danubian. Over time she would learn, but that did not resolve the issue of the moment. Dukov decided that the best temporary position his new client could take would be to work as a courier. In a country where fax machines were still very rare, couriers were an important feature of Danubian business communications. Working as a courier would put Kim outdoors most of the time and keep her moving. Dukov suspected that the young criminal was a restless girl and needed movement to stay focused. At the end of September, when the weather started to get cold, she would have to change jobs and do something indoors, but that problem was still three months away. Kim needed a place to live as well. A convicted criminal in Upper Danubia usually simply returned to live with his or her family. Kim, of course, had no relatives in Danube City, nor anyone else with whom she could stay. Dukov had to get her a room, but that presented him with another problem. He knew from his professional experience that his client would be extremely depressed over the next few days, until she got used to her new life as a convicted criminal. That transition was difficult for anyone; with Kim it would be even more so because she had to get used to living in Danube City as well as get used to her new legal status. She had to live with someone who could watch over her, and yet leave her alone when necessary. Finally, there was the issue of Kim's forfeited life in the US. Dukov needed to contact the US Embassy and arrange an interview with her. She needed to contact her parents and let them know that she would not be coming home for two years. Whatever college plans she had would have to wait. Dukov wondered if the hardest part of Kim's punishment was yet to come, having to explain to everyone in the US what happened. Dukov spent the afternoon on the phone, first calling the US Embassy. The Spokesman had an unpleasant conversation with a consular official, who ripped into him about the barbarity of Upper Danubia's justice system. Dukov was a bit taken aback, given that he was the equivalent of a public defense attorney in the US and by Danubian standards he had successfully defended Kim in court. Finally his temper snapped. "You will listen to me now. I have been to your country. I have seen your jails. You choose to keep your criminals in useless confinement and your useless system does not work. Its failure is evident for all of us to see plainly. We conduct very speedy trials and return our criminals to society right away. They work, they contribute, they lead productive lives, they learn respect, and they do not re-offend. What is your preference, that Kimberly spend two years in a prison cell, or that she spend two years working?" Dukov then called his brother Victor Dukov, who ran a courier service. Kim had to be trained and learn her way about the 10-kilometer circle in which she would be delivering messages. Dukov spent over an hour discussing the details with his brother. Finally there was the issue of where Kim would live. Until she learned how to speak Danubian, the only workable solution would be for her to stay with Dukov and his family. Anyhow, it was getting late and Dukov needed to go home, and take his client with him. He woke her up. "Kimberly, you will come with me. Tonight you will dine with my family and sleep at my house." Once again Kim sadly accompanied her Spokesman out onto the street. Once again she had to contend with the constant barrage of curious glances. The sight of a naked young woman with welts on her backside and a collar on her neck normally was not something that drew an extraordinary amount of attention from passers-by. However, the site of a naked young Asian woman with welts on her backside and a collar on her neck was something completely new. Along the street, at the trolley stop, and on the trolley itself local residents shifted around and strained their necks to get a better view of Kim's badly marked body. At first Kim looked at the ground to avoid the sight of all her on-lookers. However, when Dukov noticed what she was doing he admonished her. "Kimberly, you must keep your head up. You must show your face to the world. A convicted criminal in this country is not allowed to hide her face." Sadly Kim complied and lifted her head. She had to ride to Dukov's place standing up, even though there were several empty seats on the trolley. Criminals could use public transportation for free, but they were not allowed to occupy a seat. Dukov, realizing how difficult all this was for his client, chose to stand next to her. The commute took the Spokesman and his client to the outer edge of the Danube City collar-zone and almost into the countryside. Dukov's house was about the size of an average US tract home, but it was solidly made from cinderblocks and polished wooden paneling. It overlooked a beautiful valley of mixed forests and pastures, one of the places Kim and her friends had hoped to visit. However, a yellow sign, visible along the street only a block past Dukov's house, reminded her that valley was now off limits. Dukov and Kim entered his house. She went to the kitchen and looked out the window, curious to see the back yard. The yard was small and enclosed with a wall, as were most back yards of Danubian houses. Danubians valued their privacy and no proper house lacked an enclosed back yard. Two teenaged girls were sunbathing nude and giggling together over a pop-music magazine. Dukov called out to one the girls, asking her a question. The girl heaved a deep sigh and answered "Negat, Papa.". With that both girls got up, put on sun dresses, and began packing up the things scattered in the yard. "My daughter, Anyia. You see, she needed to start preparing our meal, and she neglected to do so. Teenagers are the same everywhere, is that not so?" The girl's carefree behavior struck at Kim's soul. Just a short while ago she had been in high school, doing roughly the same thing with Tiffany and Susan. As Anyia began cleaning and cutting vegetables in the kitchen, Dukov instructed Kim to go into the main bathroom and get cleaned up. She sadly sat in the bathtub as the rest of Dukov's family returned home and he explained the situation of his new house-guest. An hour later the young criminal was eating dinner with her Spokesman and his family. Dukov's family was about as typical as a Danubian family could be. Besides the teenaged daughter, he had an older son called Vladik who had just graduated from the National Police Academy. Dukov's wife, a sharply-dressed professional woman who introduced herself as Maritza, also was present, as was Vladik's fiance. Throughout the dinner Anyia and the fiance constantly glanced at Kim, not being able to hide their curiosity about the first Asian woman and the first person from the US to ever eat at their table. As the women cleaned up and his son attended to his revolver and police uniform, Dukov called Kim to accompany him to his home library. The library was full of books in various languages and had two large very comfortable chairs. There were various pictures of Dukov and his family around the room, but one in particular struck Kim. That picture was the reason Dukov had brought her into the library. It was a medium sized picture of the Spokesman, much younger than he was now, standing arm-in-arm with his future wife. Both Dukov and his fiance were naked, and both were wearing collars. Beneath the picture two open collars hung on the wall. Kim gasped. "Mr. Dukov... you... ?" "Yes, Kimberly. I wore the collar for five years, as did my wife Maritza. We keep this picture to remind ourselves, and our children, of who we are and where we came from. I brought you here so that you can understand something very important. Your life has not ended. Nor has it been suspended for two years. On this date, two years from now, you will be a free woman, but you cannot think about that too much; you cannot live in the future. Between now and then you must live from day to day and enjoy life's momentary small pleasures. That was how Maritza and I endured our sentences, and how we found love in each other." Kim wondered what Dukov and his wife had done to be convicted as criminals, but she decided not to ask. Dukov had not volunteered that information. Out of respect for her Spokesman she decided not to pursue the question. Kim slept deeply that night. She did not wake up until 10:00 the following morning. Her body was unbelievably stiff and the pain from her welts was still very much present. She would have a very hard time sitting normally for at least another day. Kim looked at herself in the guest bedroom mirror. The welts had darkened and looked ugly. The house was completely silent. Apparently everyone had left for work. Kim looked around and finally went to the kitchen, where she peeked out the window and saw Anyia asleep nude on a towel in the back yard. As much as she hated doing it, she forced herself to wake up the girl and ask her where her father was. As Kim had feared, Anyia was none too pleasant about having been woken up. She gave a disgusted sigh, walked into the kitchen to retrieve a note and a Danubian-English dictionary, passed both items to Kim, and then plopped back down on her towel. Kim couldn't say anything; a couple of years before she had been just as rude. Dukov's note told Kim to ask Anyia to prepare breakfast for her and then gave instructions for taking a trolley downtown. She got her own breakfast, having no desire to bother the sullen girl on the towel a second time. Then she stepped outside to face the world alone as a Danubian convicted criminal. She carried the dictionary with her and walked up the hill to the trolley stop. Yet again Kim had to endure all those stares as she rode the trolley into town. She wished she could sit down and cover her welts from her audience, but of course that was impossible due to the rule against criminals taking any seats on public transportation. She arrived at the Central Police Station and again endured the barrage of stares as she went up to Dukov's office. By now it was after 11:00. Dukov's two secretaries were in the front room. Upon seeing Kim enter, one of them immediately ushered her back to Dukov's main office. Dukov got right to the point. There were three problems she needed to resolve that day: find work, call her parents, and figure out where she was going to live. The work issue was the most pressing, given that by the end of the next day Kim had to be employed. Dukov suggested the courier job with his brother. She agreed, really having no choice. Upon getting Kim's agreement Dukov took her to an old office building three kilometers away to meet Victor Dukov. Victor Dukov spoke much less English then did his brother Vladim, but he still could make himself understood to Kim. She learned what her working life would be like over the next several months. She would be working with four other couriers, all of whom were recent high school graduates. One was close to completing a year-long sentence of wearing a collar for fighting at his school, but the other three were just average graduates. Victor issued his newest employee a cheap Danubian-made bicycle and handed her three terry-cloth bicycle seat covers designed especially for naked riders. He emphasized that she had to change her seat cover every day as a health precaution. Another item Kim was issued was a pair of bright orange courier shoes to protect her feet. Criminals who worked as couriers were expected to wear standard courier shoes while riding their bicycles, but had to take them off when not riding. Once she was outfitted with her seat covers and shoes, the two brothers filled out some papers and then Victor gave Kim her first assignment as a courier: "You take this document of work to judge who sentenced you yesterday. You retrieve his signature. You take this paper with signature to office of my brother. You leave paper there with him. Then you return here with bicycle and receipt from my brother. And remember, you are criminal in court. You act like criminal. You show respect to judge." Kim sighed. Her new boss did not seem all that friendly, and certainly had no qualms about putting her in her place. Kim set out on her bicycle on her first assignment as a courier. As she eased herself on her bicycle seat her body protested in pain. However, she gritted her teeth and began peddling, merging into a cluster of other bicyclists headed in the direction of the city's main plaza. As she cruised among the other commuters on her cheap bicycle, with her welts throbbing against the seat and the collar's feel on her neck as a constant reminder that she was no longer a free woman, Kim had a chance to reflect on her life. It was the first time in a while she had thought about anything other than partying and where Tiffany could score the best pot. All that was now behind her now. Tiffany was no longer her friend, there was no pot to be had in Danube City, and Kim doubted there would be any partying in her life for two years. She couldn't imagine this quiet city having much of a nightlife, and certainly not for someone like her. Kim's first regret was simple and rather strange, considering all the other problems she faced. She wished that she could have her mountain bike from the US with her. The mountain bike had been a gift for her 16th birthday, but she probably had not ridden it more than 10 times altogether. Now that she would be spending her days on a bicycle, she wished fervently it could have been her own, the gift from her parents she never appreciated. Kim's thoughts drifted to more urgent topics. She still needed to tell her parents and her sister what happened. She realized that she had so much to tell them. She had no idea where to begin. First, they had not been aware that Kim was using marijuana. That information alone would be a terrible shock to them. Once they knew she was in Danube City they would want to see her, but how could they? Kim's family was very conservative and no member of Lee family had ever seen any other member undressed. If her family were to visit they would have a horrible shock, seeing her naked in public with a metal collar on her neck. And yet, at the very least her sister would come to Danube City, and would see her. The full shame of Kim's situation would descend on the entire family, which, of course, was exactly the reason why she was being punished in this manner by the Danubian government. Kim now regretted not having respected her family more in high school, and not having listened more to her parents. She had done all kinds of things behind their backs; lied, stolen, cheated on her classwork in her private school, played her sister and her parents against each other, and sacrificed everything at home to spend more time with Tiffany and Susan. She had always told herself that she had to treat her family badly, because Tiffany and Susan were the only people in the world who understood her. And yet, and yet, when she needed her friends to stand up for her, they instead betrayed her. What a waste! What a total waste! Kim's bitterness towards Tiffany was only now starting to build. The shock from Tiffany's betrayal was giving way to an intense hatred. Because of Tiffany and Susan, Kim had been facing a 20-year sentence with monthly whippings for drug trafficking. She had only avoided the maximum charges thanks to the dedication of a complete stranger, not thanks to two people she had known for over five years. She now understood and could appreciate what Spokesman Vladim Dukov had done for her. Thanks to Tiffany, Kim faced losing 20 years of her life. Thanks to Dukov, 18 of those years had been given back to her. It was true that Tiffany had panicked, but Kim was convinced had the situation been reversed she would not have turned on Tiffany, and also was convinced that Susan would not have turned on her had it not been for Tiffany's insistence. It was only natural that she should now hate Tiffany and disrespect Susan, but she also realized that she had to keep those feelings under control or they would consume her soul and force her to do something stupid upon being released and returning to the United States. Kim looked around her. People were still staring at her, although now that she was on a bicycle with a courier's package and wearing courier's shoes, a lot of the mystery about this young Asian was resolved. People now saw her as simply another criminal who had been punished and was serving a sentence. The punishment of foreigners in Upper Danubia was not very common, but it happened occasionally. The only thing that really made Criminal # 98945 stand out from the others was that she was not European. Kim parked her bicycle in the couriers' area of the courthouse. She winced as she dismounted. As instructed by Dukov's brother, she took off her courier's shoes and hung them on the handlebars before going in. She went upstairs to the judge's office and knelt at the secretary's desk, holding the papers out in front of her. With a very heavy English accent she repeated the phrase she had memorized: "Tutik ya mauk listok derjavnik na htre," which was Danubian for "I have an official document for the judge." The secretary called the judge to come out. Kim handed him the paperwork and put her head to the carpet. The judge looked over the paperwork. Ordinarily he would have asked the criminal a couple of questions about her employment, but in this case he had no means of communicating with her. He simply signed and replied "Doc-doc." With that Kim got up, left the courthouse, and returned to her bicycle, having completed the first portion of her first assignment. Kim returned to the Central Police Station and climbed the two flights of stairs to get to Dukov's office. She needed to deliver the judge's signature to her Spokesman, but she also needed to talk to someone. Fortunately Dukov was working on case files, so he had some time to talk to his client about her new life and her feelings. She started by talking at length about her building hatred of Tiffany and her concern over what that could lead to after her release. "Kimberly, for someone who is only 18, I think you understand the issues of your life quite clearly. You are aware of the dangers that await you, and I do not blame you for hating your friend. She betrayed you. Who would not hate under such circumstances? But the question you must ask yourself is how you plan to live from today. You can obsess yourself with what you cannot change, or you can place your thoughts on becoming a better person. This is your chance to change your life... today... this moment. Is it not?" "I want to change, Mr... uh... Spokesman Dukov, I want to do things right from now on... not like before." "Only you can make such a decision, Kimberly. Only you can make that change." Kim paused, and thought about her next words. She realized she had overlooked something important. "And... Spokesman Dukov... I... I need to thank you for what you did for me yesterday... in court... I mean... really thank you. 20 years... It was gonna be 20 years... and you got me two... " "That was nothing, Kimberly. It was my responsibility to you as your Spokesman, nothing more." Kim nodded and choked back some tears. After a few minutes Dukov spoke again. "Kimberly, it is time you call your family and explain to them what happened. That is your chance to redeem your relationship with them. You wish to thank me. You can do so by making things right with your family. That is the first request I make of everyone who comes through my office. Now I make that request of you." Dukov dialed Kim's home in the US and passed the phone to her. Her older sister picked up the phone at the other end, which made beginning her task slightly easier, but not by much. As Kim expected, her family members were devastated once she laid out her situation. However, she was determined to come clean with other things in her life that she had done wrong, and made several very difficult confessions. They talked for well over an hour, in the most truthful conversation Kim ever had with her family. Everyone was in tears when she hung up, but now it was over. The thing she had most dreaded, having to tell her family about her drug use and her conviction, now was past her. As soon as she managed to wipe away the tears, Dukov spoke to her. "You still have an obligation to my brother before you leave work today. Return my confirmation ticket and your bicycle to his office. Then return to my office and I will take you back to my home. I will wait for you to return." ---------- The following Sunday night Kim watched her own trial and punishment on television. Danube City averaged about 18 trials per week that resulted in corporal punishments. The average ratio of male offenders to female offenders was about 2 to 1. Crimes that required corporal punishments included stealing, fraud, public drunkenness, public drug use, drug possession, being at fault in any type of accident that resulted in an injury, vandalism, deliberately inflicting injury on another person, and "insurrection", a crime that covered any act of defiance against the police or public officials. Other crimes in which corporal punishment could be inflicted included "crimes of disrespect", an example being the accusation against Kim of disrespecting the land behind the Temple of the Ancients. (Upper Danubia also had a system of capital punishment for murder, rape, child molestation, organized crime, arson, and in times of military conflict, treason. However the capital court system was completely separate from the corporal court system and operated under totally different rules.) Upper Danubia's unique justice system had one strange side effect on the country's society. Every Sunday night, the government television station broadcast several hours of highlights from the week's trials and judicial corporal punishments, complete with commentary. Almost everyone in the country watched the broadcasts, which were a holdover from times when criminals were publicly switched in Danube City's main plaza. As the city's population expanded after World War II, public viewing of the switchings in the plaza became impractical due to the large crowds. The solution was to televise the punishments instead. Danubians loved to watch the punishments and debate among themselves the merits of the cases and the charges brought against the offenders. They also were curious to see how brave each offender was, how quickly he or she started to scream or cry during a switching. How much air-time the network gave any particular case depended on how many cases there were that week, how interesting a particular case was, whether the defendant was likeable, and the seriousness of the offense. Since most of the administrators at the television station were men, female criminals could expect to have their punishments, and sometimes even their trials, broadcast in their entirely. Besides, most of the public agreed that crimes committed by women were more interesting than crimes committed by men. The case of Criminal # 98945 received prominent feature the Sunday night following her punishment. That was not a surprise to anyone, given that Kim was a foreigner, she was the first Asian woman ever punished in Upper Danubia, and because of the circumstances that led to the most serious charges being dropped. Spokesman Dukov's rebuttal of the prosecutor was aired in its entirety prior to the broadcast of Kim's sentencing and her punishment. The guest room in Dukov's house where Kim was sleeping had its own TV, and that night she excused herself to watch herself be punished. She expected to be mortified and horribly embarrassed by the broadcast, but she was not. She found it fascinating to see herself filmed on the criminal's stand, legs and arms spread under the bright lights. She began lightly touching her breasts and stomach when she saw herself strapped to the table. By the time the switching began on TV, Kim was sitting in her easy chair with her legs spread wide open, teasing her clitoris. Seeing herself spread, her bottom and vagina completely exposed to the camera, and seeing the cops' hands rub her welt-covered bottom-cheeks, excited her in a way that she could never have previously imagined. It made no sense. During the punishment itself sexual desire was the farthest thing from Kim's mind, and yet, seeing herself suffer on TV aroused her almost uncontrollably. She was totally wet and experienced orgasm after orgasm as she moved one hand, and then both, over and over her soaked vagina. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, as she listened to herself scream on TV. Her breath came in irregular gasps and she started moaning, biting her lip and rocking back and forth. Suddenly she was filled with an overwhelming desire to be once again strapped to that table. She wanted to have those two cops fondle and caress her. She wanted to be helpless, to be fully exposed, and waiting for the pain. She wanted her suffering and her pleasure to be prominently featured in front of Upper Danubia, in front of all Europe, in front of the entire world. Kim went to her hands and knees on the floor. She spread her legs wide and thrust her bottom up, enjoying the feel of the room's cool air between her legs. She went down on her knees and chest, freeing her hands to fondle herself, to explore her vagina and her exposed bottom-hole. The fantasy came back stronger than ever... she badly wanted those two cops to explore, to probe, to caress, to fondle her... there. She came yet again. Kim was gasping for breath as she lay on the floor and watched herself on TV standing behind Dukov on the National Police Station's steps. On the screen the Spokesman was cheerfully explaining his strategy for forcing the reduction of Criminal # 98945's sentence in a post-punishment interview. Slowly the spell lifted and Kim returned to her senses. The room reeked of orgasm. She opened the window as wide as possible to air out the room and then dashed to the adjacent bathroom to clean off before anyone could smell her. She sat in the bathtub, wondering what on earth had just happened. She had enjoyed the best series of orgasms of her life, as she watched herself being publicly humiliated and horribly switched on television. She felt ashamed that something like that could possibly have excited her. She had learned something about herself a few minutes ago, something that she really had not wanted to know. She was terrified of the dark secret in her soul, a secret that had just forced itself to the surface. Chapter 4 - The Socrates Club By the end of Kim's first week in Danube City she was partially settled into her strange new life as a convicted criminal and bicycle courier. Within a week her welts were fading and no longer hurt. She had come to terms with what had happened and even managed to pass by the Temple of the Ancients where all her trouble had started. Kim vaguely wondered if that sadistic cop and her partner were still patrolling the grounds behind the Temple, but had no desire to go there and find out. She would see the woman in six months in the Police Station for her second punishment, and that was soon enough. Kim's new boss, Victor Dukov, forced her to quickly learn the skills needed to move about as a courier in Danube City. Victor Dukov was very different from his brother Vladim. He was gruff and impatient and pushed her very hard. He quickly forced her to learn how to ask for and understand directions in Danubian. He ordered her to memorize a map of the city and yelled at her when she made mistakes. He expected her to find and use the shortest route and to ride from one assignment to another with no breaks. His favorite line for admonishing the American was: "Kimberly, you smart girl. You pretty girl. But you lazy girl, and you do dumb thing. Why you lazy? Why you do dumb thing?" Kim knew that line always led into an unpleasant lecture, but over time she got used to it. She learned it was easiest to go along with Victor's nagging, and if she agreed with him and apologized that tended to shorten his lectures. Whether Victor was right or wrong, Kim simply answered "Mr. Dukov, I guess I wasn't paying attention. I'm sorry for not listening. I'll try harder in the future." Kim did not like Victor, but she had no specific grievances against him. He did not treat her any worse than he treated his other employees. Victor never disrespected Kim for being a convicted criminal or for being a foreigner. For example, he never required her to kneel when she spoke to him, which was something that in theory he had the right to do, being her superior. To Victor, Criminal # 98945 simply was his employee, the same as four other individuals, and thus she was subject to his temper and demands no more and no less than were the others. Because Kim's command of Danubian language and society were so limited at the beginning, Victor Dukov sent her on the deliveries that were furthest from his office, the ones that would take time away from his other employees. That meant fewer deliveries and thus fewer chances of making mistakes, but also longer trips and constant riding. Kim rode hard all over Danube City, often to within just a block or so of the dreaded yellow signs. She made her delivery, or picked up the needed signatures and receipts, and then was riding again, desperate to make the next delivery before Victor Dukov's cell phone went off to check on her whereabouts. She was always exhausted after each day's work from her hours of hard riding through the city summer heat. However, the courier job was extremely beneficial, because within a month she knew the entire city very well and understood some details about Danubian business protocol. A delivery to a private individual or business owner was no different than a delivery would be in the US. Kim walked in with her package and her signature pad, announced herself with her terrible Danubian, completed the delivery, and quickly was out the door on her bicycle. If the delivery was made to a public official, she had to go to her knees and hold the delivery items out in front of her. Once the client took them Kim put her forehead to the floor, and stayed in that position until she felt the signature pad placed back in her hands. If she wasn't sure if the client was a public official, she asked, and dropped to her knees if the answer was affirmative. Over the first few days following her sentence Kim was mortified at the thought of having her body on display for a full two years. However, a person can get used to many things in life. Within a week Kim's mind had accepted her constant nudity; by the end of the second week she no longer even thought about it. It seemed that the intense stares from bystanders had started to diminish and Criminal # 98945 simply received the same casual glances any other naked criminal would receive. The unwelcome attention towards her body had receded, and with it much of her self-consciousness. What helped reduce the constant curious stares, ironically, was the broadcast of Kim's punishment on Danubian television. Kim's case generated a sensational amount of interest. However, the broadcast also satisfied much of the curiosity surrounding Kim and answered a lot of questions. The naked Asian girl with welts on her backside and a collar on her neck had been sentenced under Danubia's marijuana laws and was serving a two-year sentence as a criminal. It was that mundane, and that simple. No one in Danube City felt that Kim should have been exonerated, since there was no doubt she had possessed and smoked marijuana. However, most of the people interested in Kim's case felt the reduced sentence was fair and that she did deserve some leniency. Kimberly Lee projected a sympathetic and likeable image on TV and there was general agreement that she had been treated shamefully by her two friends. People also agreed with Dukov that the prosecutor had behaved irresponsibly in trying to get a maximum sentence for Kim while releasing the other two Americans. But that was why a Spokesman-for-the-Criminal was needed, to argue on behalf of the suspect and work out a fair sentence. Spokesman Dukov had done his job admirably and as a result the American had received fair treatment in court. The hot summer weather continued unabated as July became August. Kim continued her sweaty bicycle trips around Danube City. She was in great physical shape from the constant exercising. She ate well and slept soundly at Vladim Dukov's house. She spoke by phone to her parents at least once a week and tried to assure them she was fine. Kim was too busy to have much time to feel sorry for herself. She was too busy even to think about how much she hated Tiffany. While she was not exactly happy, she had achieved a daily equilibrium in her life. Kim's tranquil existence in Danube City had been one of the goals of the judge who had sentenced her. Vladim Dukov decided to extend Kim's stay at his house until she had enough money saved up to get a decent room. He insisted that she open a Danubian bank account and deposit most of her paycheck from her job. Dukov also laid out a series of chores he wanted the American to perform at his house in exchange for her free boarding. He sent his client out to buy groceries, pay household bills, and other errands with the intent of forcing her to learn how to perform the basic tasks needed to live from day to day. Often Anyia went with Kim and helped her carry the groceries. By the end of her first month in Danube City, Kim had become a de facto member of Vladim Dukov's family. Her professional relationship with Dukov, her dependency on him, and her lack of any other friends in Upper Danubia resulted in her becoming almost a second daughter of the elder Dukovs. Having been convicted criminals themselves, both Vladim and Maritza understood much of what she had to face. Furthermore, the Spokesman had traveled to the US several times in his life on official functions. While US society and its values were unfathomable to Dukov, at least he had a glimpse of the world that had produced Kimberly Lee and was able to understand some of the cross-cultural difficulties she faced in her new life as a Danubian criminal. Kim needed to be educated and brought up to function in Danubian society. She needed to learn what that society expected of her and how she needed to behave in many different situations, large and small. The restrictions and rules Kim had to live under as a convicted criminal only complicated her adaptation to Danubian society. After just a few days Kim knew how to speak some phases of Danubian, the most important and most frequently used being "Ya negat rozumigut," which meant "I don't understand". Danubian was a difficult language, very archaic and with grammar and pronunciation rules that would make the average Westerner cringe. Not many average people in the isolated country spoke anything other than their native tongue, thus the task of learning Danubian was a top priority. Oddly enough, Anyia was willing to help Kim with learning Danubian, at least during the times she wasn't sunbathing. She learned to leave Anyia alone if she was in the yard on her towel or with one of her friends, but if she was in the house alone the girl was perfectly approachable. After a short time Kim's vocabulary expanded way beyond "Ya negat rozumigut", largely with the help of Dukov's moody teenager. ---------- August 15 was a significant day for the members of Victor Dukov's courier service. On that day there were to be no deliveries during the morning, no bicycle runs whatsoever. On that day Kim briefly saw a different side of Victor Dukov, even if it was only for a single day. It was the day Kim's co-worker Vita completed his sentence for fighting in school. It was a significant day for Vita and one that Victor and his staff fully appreciated. Vita would enter the courtroom still a criminal, but would exit as a free man. Unlike trials, the only day of the week that end-of-sentence ceremonies were held was on Mondays. Normally around 20 criminals ended their sentences on any given week. It was a significant event in their lives and one marked by a formal celebration of the transition from criminals to free citizens. Monday morning Victor and his couriers went to the courthouse. Vita separated from the group to hug his parents, and then joined the group of naked soon-to-be ex-criminals waiting at the entrance of the main hall of the court. The departure of Vita left Kim feeling a bit uneasy, given that she now was the only naked member of the courier group and as of today would be the only naked member of Victor's staff. She pushed that thought aside and tried to concentrate on Vita, not herself. The courtroom was filled with relatives, co-workers, and friends of the 19 criminals whose sentences would end that day. There was a lot of happy chatter among the audience. The atmosphere was similar to the over-all feel of a graduation ceremony. A trumpeter in a traditional Danubian tunic blew a very old horn, signaling the criminals to enter the chamber. They filed in, 12 men and 7 women. They knelt and put their heads to the carpet, for the last time of their lives. The trumpeter blew again. "Doc-doc Danube!" The entire room put their right hands to their left shoulders, except for the hand-full of criminals in the audience such as Kim. The criminals in the audience dropped to their knees and put their foreheads to the carpet. The judge who had sentenced Kim six weeks before entered the room, and everyone in the audience sat down. The 19 criminals in the front of the room stayed kneeling, although they knelt upright to be able to watch the proceedings. Vladim Dukov and three other Spokespersons for the Criminals came forward. They saluted the judge, who saluted back. The judge asked each Spokesperson if each of the criminals under his or her authority had completed their sentences and whether or not they were ready to assume the rights and responsibilities of a free citizen. He asked the same question 19 times. Kim heard a loud "Doc!" 19 times. The judge then gave a brief speech about the transition from criminal to free citizen and the significance of reform and a new start in life. The next part of the ceremony was the de-collaring of the criminals. One by one they came forward and knelt facing a sturdy metal post. The collar technician then hooked a scary-looking device to the post and closed it around the criminal's collar. The device looked like a huge pair of pliers. It had several clamps that latched into the collar and firing pin to snap the collar's latch. The technician fired the pin into the collar's locking mechanism and pulled it apart by opening the extractor's handles. Once the collar was off, the technician quickly removed the small transmitter and then handed the open collar back to the ex-criminal. Still naked, but now free citizens, the ex-criminals lined up for the next part of the ceremony; the passing out of their clothes. There were 19 sets of traditional Danubian clothing waiting, tunics for the men and dresses for the women. The Spokespersons placed the respective outfits at the feet of each of their clients. Once everyone was ready, the judge ordered the ex-criminals to get dressed. They did so, quickly. The Spokespersons then stepped in front of the group and saluted them. Their ex-clients saluted back, then turned around and faced their audience, smiling and holding their collars over their heads. The room exploded into cheering and camera flashes. The long suffering of these 19 persons had come to an end. Later that afternoon Victor Dukov held a small party for Vita in the office. The party was short, because Vita later had to go home and celebrate with his family. Vita's co-workers teased him about the tan-line around his neck from where the collar had been. There was laughter and good cheer in the office. Tomorrow Victor would return to his usual dour over-bearing self, but for one day, at least, he proved himself able to celebrate a joyful moment in another person's life. ---------- Kim's bike routes frequently took her past the plaza where the Temple of the Ancients was located. The first couple of times she passed the Temple she experienced both fear and regret over what that building meant for the loss of her old life. However, towards the end of August the location also began to symbolize a new beginning for Kim and new hope for her future. On a blazing hot day Kim finished her morning deliveries early. However, she was dehydrated and did not want to wait to go all the way back to Victor's office just to have some water. She decided to stop at the outdoor cafe across from the Temple, the one where she had gone with Tiffany and Susan just before they were arrested. The naked waiter was there, the same shy young man that Tiffany had tormented just before Kim's arrest. She sat down and ordered a large glass of fruit punch, and... oh please, with lots of ice. The cafe was nearly empty, leaving the young waiter with some spare time to converse with Kim. She could tell he was fascinated with her. Suddenly she found herself somewhat attracted to him as well. He was not the type of guy she would have been attracted to in the US, but she had changed as a result of her two months in Upper Danubia. Kim realized that she desperately needed someone to talk to who was not connected to Dukov or his family. In a flash she realized this waiter was her first chance to make a friend of her own, one who she had chosen herself. The waiter's name was Sergekt. Kim found the name hard to pronounce correctly, but he in turn called her "Geemberglek". The two laughed at the mangled pronunciation of each other's names. With that they briefly exchanged a few details about their lives. It wasn't much, but it was a start. Some new customers came into the cafe and Kim's cell phone went off, pulling her and Sergekt away from their brief conversation. With that Kim was back on her bicycle, but she shyly smiled and waved to Sergekt as she pulled away. She badly wanted to see him again. Over the next few days Kim never missed a chance to stop at the cafe, even if she could only stay a few minutes. Finally at the end of her fifth visit, Sergekt asked her when she got off work. It turned out that Kim would be off work just after Sergekt got off, giving him time to meet her outside Victor Dukov's office. The result was a pleasant uninterrupted conversation at a nearby cafe. Kim had to force Sergekt to repeat himself many times to understand him, but gradually she found out more about him. Sergekt had completed the first year of a three-year sentence for participating in a student riot at his high school. Kim was not able to understand much of Sergekt's explanation of why the riot took place, but apparently a total of 28 students had been convicted of the crimes of insurrection and vandalism resulting from the incident. Kim did understand enough of Sergekt's explanation to get a perspective on how Danubians saw "honor". When the 28 students were brought before the judge, each refused to say anything about what any of the others had done. Apparently both the judge and the police chief had expected the students would not say anything against each other, and thus the group had to be punished collectively. They were sentenced to three and a half years, collared, and returned to their school. They were switched one-by-one in the school courtyard in front of their classmates, something that took up an entire school day. Because they were under-aged, their punishments were not televised. The offenders then returned to their classes as criminals, naked except for their collars. As far as everyone was concerned the matter was closed and no one ever mentioned it again. All 28 students graduated at the end of the previous May, some of them with honors. Most were now in college. However, the sentences remained, the expected price of loyalty and friendship among the group. Every four months they had to show up at the local police station near their old school to be switched, a burden they would endure until their collars came off two years in the future. Sergekt was all too-aware of Kim's case. More than anything else he was shocked and appalled by the behavior of her friends Tiffany and Susan, as were many other Danubians. No Danubian in his right mind would ever dishonor himself by betraying a friend out of self-interest. The American tourists had violated one of the most fundamental values of Danubian society, the belief that friendship is sacred and friends never betray each other. Sergekt believed that having to endure the betrayal of her friends must have been far worse for his guest to endure than her actual punishment. Kim sighed and thought to herself, you don't know my country, Sergekt. Where I'm from it's everyone looking out for Number One. It was only natural that two criminals would start out by talking about their sentences and convictions, since that was the one thing all criminals had in common. However, both Kim and Sergekt realized that to become friends they had to move beyond that topic and see each other as individuals, not as fellow criminals. They probed each other's interests, but quickly realized that Kim's Danubian vocabulary was not advanced enough to have such a conversation. Sergekt finally decided to invite Kim out on Sunday, for a walk in the park, for dinner, and for a movie. That sounded great, yes, just hanging out. She agreed, but later decided it would be a good idea to clear her plans with Spokesman Dukov first. That night Kim found out that she was quite right in taking the precaution of clearing the planned afternoon of "hanging out" with her custodian. "Kimberly, as long as you are in my house, there will be no 'hanging out', as you say it, with a young man who has not sat at my table. I will not tolerate such improper behavior in my household. That young man will sit at my table before you spend any time alone with him." Kim was a bit taken aback, not only by Dukov's response, but also by the harsh tone he used when he responded. She did not feel that the Spokesman was treating her like an adult. However, the following day Kim briefly saw Sergekt and brought up her guardian's objection. Sergekt seemed very embarrassed and apologetic. He immediately agreed to go to Dukov's office and ask for permission to visit his house. Kim somewhat resented the whole exercise in permissions. All she wanted was have a friend and spend Sunday afternoon with someone her own age. She did not want a long-term relationship, just a friend. However, apparently in this country all contact between a young man and a young woman had to be sanctioned by the girl's parents, no matter how casual it might be. Saturday afternoon Vladim and Maritza Dukov dressed up in traditional Danubian clothing; a tunic for him and an old-style dress for her. They prepared several elaborate traditional dishes and awaited Sergekt. Kim rolled her eyes when she saw the set-up in the kitchen. This is totally ridiculous, she thought to herself. We're just friends. That's all I want from him. On top of everything else, she was not even Dukov's daughter. But she had learned not to argue. Upper Danubia had its own logic that she could only begin to fathom. Sergekt came onto the Dukovs' property. Because Dukov was a public official Kim's friend immediately went to his knees, touching his forehead to the ground. Dukov quickly requested that Sergekt stand up and join himself, his wife, and his client at dinner. Dukov and Maritza spoke at length with Sergekt as Kim stayed quiet. Over time Sergekt spoke more and more. The elder Dukovs initially wanted to have three basic questions answered, what had Sergekt done to be convicted as a criminal, how he saw himself as a person, and what were his plans for the future. Once Sergekt answered to their satisfaction, the conversation became more two-way. The evening ended pleasantly enough with a strange combination of salutations. At first Dukov warmly shook Sergekt's hand and patted his arm, but then Kim's friend acknowledged his role as a criminal by going to his knees and placing his forehead on the ground. Kim did not like any of this. She resented having Sergekt essentially spend the evening with the elder Dukovs instead of with herself, and she resented all the formality. However, in the end Kim got what she wanted, Dukov's official blessing that she be allowed to spend time alone with Sergekt. "Sergekt is a man with honor. He has proper values. He will become a good friend for you." Gee, thanks "Dad", thought Kim to herself. I think I had that figured out already. Later that night, when she was alone, Kim gave some thought over the significance of the Dukov's stepping into her personal life. He had handled the matter with Sergekt in the same way he would have handled it with his own daughter. She now remembered that there had been no recent mention of her needing to find her own place, no hint that Dukov and Maritza expected her to move out any time soon. Increasingly, whenever the elder Dukovs went out, they wanted Kim to go with them. It seemed that at first they had taken Criminal # 98945 in as a temporary house-guest, but now increasingly they were subjecting her to household rules and Danubian protocol. For better or for worse, with no one ever saying anything about it, Kim had become a member of the Dukov family. ---------- Kim spent a very pleasant Sunday afternoon with Sergekt. They went into town and walked along the Danube River, struggling to get to know each other through the language barrier. They had Kim's dictionary and were constantly looking up words. They had dinner at a cafe in the warm late-summer sun, and finally went to see a British movie. The movie must have been 30 years old, but it was in English with Danubian subtitles. Kim was grateful that Sergekt had taken the effort to find a movie she could understand. It was nice to hear something in English again. Kim's second outing with Sergekt was a crash-course in Danubian culture. It also was the beginning of many huge changes in Kim's life; of her relationship with Sergekt, how she saw her own role as a Danubian criminal, and ultimately how she would look at herself. Sergekt suggested going to a nightclub called the Socrates Club. Kim was thrilled. A nightclub, we can actually go to a nightclub? Sure enough, in the old part of town was the Socrates Club, which had been in that location for many years. Apparently the club was only for criminals and ex-criminals. The first thing she noticed was that everyone going into the club was naked. Not everyone was wearing collars, but club protocol mandated that anyone not still wearing a collar had to show proper respect to those who were still serving their sentences by not entering the club dressed. At first Kim felt a pang of fear, thinking that a nightclub only for criminals might be dangerous. Once inside, she realized that danger was the farthest thing from anyone's mind. Danubians often used the saying "to sing like a criminal" to describe a person who was capable of expressing himself in a very emotional or moving manner. The expression resulted from the fact that most of the country's romantic and serious music was written and sung by criminals, and most of that music had its origins in the Socrates Club. Kim later learned the club was a fixture in Danubian popular culture. It was a refuge for Danube City's criminals, a place where they could express themselves to a sympathetic audience, listen to each other's poetry and music, and share what they had created. The evening's entertainment started as club-goers stood before the audience to express their feelings, in as poetic a manner as possible. The poetry readings allowed other club members who had a talent for writing music to pick up ideas for songs from their companions on stage. During the ensuing week musicians in the audience wrote songs and music, which in turn were performed by the criminals who had the best talent for singing and playing instruments. It was a collaborative effort that produced a huge amount of very high-quality music, much of which eventually made it to Danubian radio. Sergekt introduced Criminal # 98945 to a bunch of his fellow classmates. They greeted her warmly, but also with much curiosity. Finally they were able to meet the young American drug addict who had been so horribly betrayed by her friends. Kim saw in them a group of determined and very serious young people, hardly a group of rioting hooligans. Again she wondered what on earth had happened at their school. She also saw in them a group of people her own age with whom she would be able to hang out. Kim was a foreigner and a convicted drug-user, and yet Sergekt's friends seemed to accept her as one of their own. The group ordered several pitchers of Danubian beer and sat down at a couple of tables that had been pushed together. Sergekt's friends talked a bit about themselves one-by-one. For a long time Kim struggled with introducing herself and trying to understand as much as she could from her companions. That effort was cut short by the beginning of the night's activities, the poetry reading. Two of Sergekt's classmates participated in that portion of the entertainment, as did five other club-goers. Sergekt and five companions excused themselves for the next portion of the evening, the musical presentation. As two of his classmates, a man and a woman, sang together, the other four in the group played back-up instruments. Sergekt played an instrument that looked something like a balalaika. Even though Kim could only understand a few of the words from the group's songs, she could tell they were immensely sad and moving. One song she did understand almost in its entirety. It was a duet from Sergekt's classmates, in which the male singer lamented about no longer being able to sit at the table of his girlfriend's family; while she responded that she would wait for his sentence to end, and then insist he be allowed to return to her house. Once Sergekt's group was finished singing, several others followed, all of which had produced excellent music for their companions. The criminals sung of lost love and lost opportunities, and also of the humiliations and physical suffering they were enduring. They sang about friendship and the personal sacrifices a person sometimes had to make to stay loyal to a friend. Above all, however, the criminals sang about their hope for the future. Kim sat fascinated as she listed to one sad philosophical song after another. None of the music that came out of the Socrates Club was light and happy, and certainly was not the type of music that would go very far in the United States. However, Kim reflected that what she was listening to now came far closer to the reality of her life than the escapist industrial product coming out of Hollywood. Sergekt and Kim got up to dance, joining several other naked couples on the dance floor. They danced slowly and sadly, holding on to each other and seeking refuge from their lives on the outside. Kim vaguely wondered if Vladim Dukov and his fiancee Maritza might have danced here 25 years ago. Sergekt and Kim left the club very late. The temperature outside was chilly, a warning that summer was coming to an end. On the way home the couple hugged each other for warmth. Kim was thrilled at the feel of Sergekt's body against her own as they huddled together on the trolley to Dukov's house. By the time Sergekt left Kim at Dukov's front door, she realized that her feelings towards him were much more than friendship. Perhaps her Spokesman had been right after-all by taking this relationship seriously from the very beginning. ---------- The following day was the first day of high school for Dukov's teenager. That morning the Spokesman's household was hit by a loud crisis. It began very early with several doors slamming and Anyia screaming at her mother. Both Vladim and Maritza tried to reason with the irate teenager, but she stormed off and slammed yet another door. There was more yelling, and another door slam. The issue was the teenager's school uniform. Having spent the entire summer tanning, the Anyia wanted to show off as much of her body as possible by converting her uniform skirt to a mini-skirt and shortening the sleeves of her blouse. Dukov was incensed. He had no problem with his daughter lying naked in the back yard all summer, but when it came to the school uniform she needed to wear it properly. Maritza had found the mini-skirt in the girl's closet and burned it the night before, replacing it with a standard school skirt. Once Anyia discovered her converted skirt was now a pile of ashes in the backyard fire-pit, she directed her wrath full-force at her parents. The battle continued four days; screaming and door-slamming in the mornings and tense sullen silence at dinner each night. Danubians normally tended to spoil their children and rarely punished them, but by Thursday Dukov had enough. He borrowed a leather switch from the police chief and returned home with it that night. He did not really want to use it, but he was ready to if necessary. That night Vladim and Maritza Dukov sat their daughter down in the living room. Dukov pulled out the switch, tapped it in his hand, and in Danubian stated very coldly: "I brought this switch from work today and I am keeping it in the library. I want you to understand the issue of your school uniform is resolved to the satisfaction of your mother and myself. Whether or not it is resolved to your satisfaction is of no concern to me whatsoever. There will be no further talk about your school uniform in this house. If you wish to discuss it further, you can get undressed and we'll settle matters in the backyard with you bent over a chair. Now, do you want to talk about your uniform anymore?" The wide-eyed girl shook her head. "N... negat, Papa." With that peace returned to the Dukov household. However, the next day, as she was heading to work, Kim noticed Anyia standing in front of her friend's house. The friend was showing the girl how to shorten her skirt by rolling it up at the waist. Kim pretended not to notice. Better not to get involved in this one, she thought to herself. ---------- The desire to talk burned inside Criminal # 98945 the week after she visited the Socrates Club. She had so much she needed to get off her chest. Where to begin? At night she began writing her disjointed thoughts down on paper. She wrote about everything she could think of; the kindness of the Dukov's, her feelings about Tiffany, the painful conversations with her parents, the horror of her first two days while under arrest. She wanted to talk, to be heard, and to have her feelings put into a song. Ultimately she wanted to stand at the microphone at the Socrates Club and speak her mind. Finally Kim settled on an unlikely topic for her first reading; her mountain bike in the US. Somehow that bike seemed to represent everything she had been given in the past and never appreciated. She struggled with the words in English, trying to make sure that her listeners could understand her bicycle as a metaphor for something much greater in her life than simply an unappreciated object. She presented her idea to Dukov, who spent three hours helping her translate the text to Danubian. Anyia then helped her go over the phrases and memorize them. Finally Kim presented the idea to Sergekt, who looked over her text. She could tell he liked it tremendously. Two weeks after she visited the Socrates Club for the first time, Kim spoke to her fellow criminals in heavily accented Danubian. She stood at the microphone with her knees shaking as she struggled to express herself in a language she still only partially knew. The entire club listened with respect to the perspective of an American trying to come to terms with being a Danubian criminal. Two weeks after Kim's first speech to the club a group of Sergekt's friends presented a song titled "Nemat mi biciklet". They officially dedicated the song to Criminal # 98945.

My Exhibitionist Nudist Daughter by KinkVariety My Exhibitionist Nudist Daughter Ch. 02 We continue our new way of life with a new surprise. I wake up, wash my face, brush my teeth, and head downstairs. It's just like any other morning as Sam is up and watching TV while drinking coffee. The only difference today is that she is naked. As I walk by it looks like she hasn't showered yet and there appears to still be some of my dried cum on her face. "Good morning, Daddy." "Morning, baby." I walk into the kitchen, pour myself a cup of coffee, and sit down at the island. As I drink my coffee Sam walks in to refill her cup. After she does she starts walking back toward the living room. Should I bring up last night? Will she? After a few minutes I join her on the living room couch. "So..." I trail off. "Thank you so much for last night, Daddy. I had so much fun and it was so hot. Especially right before you went to bed. I wasn't expecting that." "It was definitely...different, but yes, I had fun as well. I don't know what came over me, but it looks like you're still enjoying it," I say pointing at my face to let her know I see my dried cum. "Yeah, but I'm about to hop in the shower. I really like this, but I have to freshen up. It was so amazing to go to bed and wake up with cum on my face. I definitely want to do it more often. Maybe even not just my face," she says while looking away from me. I don't say anything and just drink my coffee. She gets up, puts her cup in the kitchen sink, and heads upstairs. I go into the kitchen and pour a bowl of cereal. As I sit down to eat I just think about what is happening. I am in my own world when I hear Sam walk back downstairs. I was out of it for a good 20 minutes. "Can we stay in all day and have a movie marathon or something? I don't feel like doing anything at all," Sam says. "Sure. Lazy Sunday it is," I say. We decide on a Harry Potter marathon. We get some snacks and stuff set up before starting. Sam goes to load the first movie. While doing this she is on her hands and knees with her ass facing me. She turns her head around and sees me looking as a smile comes across her face. I see the green jeweled plug. After a little bit longer than it should have taken, Sam loads the movie and comes back to the couch to cuddle up next to me as usual. During the movies I notice her lick her fingers and start to lightly rub her clit slowly on and off for a while then stop. She doesn't ever go fast and I don't think she has orgasmed. "I hope you don't mind, Daddy. I'm just really horny." "Not at all." "Have you orgasmed? It must have been very quiet." "No. I'm just edging myself. I get to the point where if I go a little faster or longer I will, but I want to tease myself for a while and build it up for later. It keeps me in a state of constant arousal and feels really good." I don't say anything and we continue like this for a while. In between movies we get up to make some lunch and grab some more snacks. During the movies I have trouble not looking at my daughter, especially while she is touching herself. Since I am wearing thin pajama pants with no underwear my erection is pretty noticeable. Sam looks at it, then up at me, and smiles. "You know I am ok with you touching yourself, right Daddy? I think we are past being shy about this stuff." "I know, but it's still kind of weird for me." "It shouldn't be. There's no one here but us and I'm not judging you the same as you aren't judging me. I'm just saying if you want to touch yourself, it's ok with me." With that I start to rub myself over my pajama pants. I start slow then over time speed up. I caress my fingers all around and can feel an orgasm slowly building. Watching Sam touch herself is too much for me to stop. I pull the front of my pants down and start to stroke. Sam has turned her head and is watching. I speed up and am close. Sam must know. "Will you cum into my hair?" "Are you sure? Didn't you just shower?" "Yes, but I would like to have it in my hair all day if that's ok with you." "Sure," I say as I stand up after pausing the movie. As I do, Sam sits on the floor, facing me, cross legged, and looking up with her eyes and leaving her head down. I start to cum all over her hair. It seems like the biggest load I've ever had. Rope after rope I am moving around different areas of her head to spread it out. 7 ropes later her hair is absolutely covered. I finish and stand back, admiring my work. "Wow, that seemed like a lot. Will you take a picture for me so I can see it?" "Sure, hand me your phone." "Do it on your phone and send to me so you have it too." With that I grab my phone, take a few pictures, including some where she is looking up at me, and send to her." She gets and opens them. "Oh my God, it's so much! Thank you, Daddy!" She stands up and hugs me. After that we sit back down and she cuddles back up against me with her head on my shoulder. I can't help but stare at my cum all over her hair. I start the movie again and we continue watching for a while with Sam edging herself throughout. After the first couple of movies we decide to make some dinner. At dinner we discuss the movies like nothing else happened and there is no mention of her hair being full of my cum. It has dried now and isn't as noticeable. We clean up and decide to watch one more movie. Other than more of Sam edging more nothing else happens. "Thanks for today and having a lazy Sunday with me. It was nice doing this with you," Sam says. "Especially the cum in my hair." "You're welcome, baby. Any time." "I'm going to go upstairs to call some friends and hang out." We both stand up. "Ok, well if I don't see you before you go to bed, good night." Sam hugs me. "Good night, Daddy." "Are you going to go outside again tonight?" "Probably. I think I want to go alone tonight if that's ok. Having you there was great, and I definitely want you to come with again, but I really enjoy being completely alone, naked, and not having any safety net." "Just please promise me you'll be careful." "I promise." After Sam and I straighten up she heads upstairs and I sit down at my desk to get a head start on some work for tomorrow. Before I realize, it's 10pm. I wrap up, turn off the lights, and head upstairs. I pass by Sam's room. The door is open and I see Sam on her bed talking on the phone. She is sitting up and her body is angled toward the door. I notice while she is talking that she is inserting a pretty decent sized double ended dildo in and out of her ass. As I stand and watch she looks at me, takes it out of her ass, and starts licking it clean. After that she reinserts and keeps looking right at me, still talking with a friend like nothing else is happening. After a few minutes of this she starts speeding up and orgasms without making a sound. She wasn't even touching her pussy and it was only from the dildo in her ass. She smiles. "Good night," I say again quietly. She just gives me a little finger wave and a smile. I wash up and hop into bed. I again replay the events of the day in my head and masturbate thinking of my daughter's perfect naked body. I start to realize that I have only seen her insert plugs and dildos into her ass. I have never once seen her insert anything into her pussy. I don't think too much more about it. After I finish I doze off. After a couple days of me going to work, coming home, us eating dinner, masturbating, me cumming on her, then watching a movie or some TV in the evening, I realize I haven't seen Sam in any clothes in days. I don't believe she's left the house at all. We are sitting at the kitchen island eating some pizza I brought home after work and are talking. "Sam, when's the last time you left the house and did something?" "Just when going out on one of my late night walks," why? "I just realized that I haven't seen you in clothes for a few days and was just wondering. Have you been naked all this time?" "Since I got home from Molly's the other night I haven't worn anything at all. It feels so good to be naked for a long time. I want to see how long I can go for. Since I can't really go anywhere like this I've just been hanging around the house. Is that ok?" "Of course. If you want to stay nude for days on end, go ahead." "Thanks. I figured you wouldn't have a problem with it," she says with a coy smile. "Maybe I'll try for even more than a few days." "Well, I figure you'll want to go out or hang with friends at some point." "At some point, yes. But maybe I can do this for a while. Not only do I like being home and hanging out with you, but I am getting more and more used to spending every waking second like this. I almost feel that getting dressed would be weird. The fact I can do this here makes me not want to go anywhere. I don't know. Maybe I'll start with going for a week straight and go from there." "If you want to stay home naked for that long I have no problem with it. We can find stuff to do, I'm sure." "I'm sure we can," Sam says. The way she said that was almost as if she had gears turning in her head. I wonder what's in store. "Then it's settled. Saturday night will be 7 days of complete nudity. Maybe we can celebrate," she says jokingly. "Sure, baby. How about a nice surf and turf dinner?" "Really," asks Sam. "That sounds amazing!" "Yes. I'll take care of it and we'll celebrate your newfound freedom." "I may have to go for longer to see what other nice things we would do after that!" I wonder how far she wants to take this. "Do you think you can really do a week? And depending on what you mean by more, that could be a long time to never leave the house." "Maybe late night walks will be enough for a little while. Maybe we can figure something else out too." I can only imagine what she means by that. "I was serious the other day when I said I would probably live the rest of my life like this if it was legal. The thought of throwing out every single article of clothing I have and staying nude the rest of my life really turns me on." "Do you think that's realistic?" "Probably not, but a girl can dream right?" "Too bad we don't live in one of those places that allows that," I blurt out without even thinking. Sam looks at me, again gears spinning. "Hmm...That's not a bad idea." "I was joking, baby" "Well, it's not that crazy of a thought. Those places exist for a reason, right," my daughter asks. "I may have to look into that more. I hadn't even thought of it." As she says that I see her hand going toward her pussy. "Do you mind," she asks while looking at me. "I'm so turned on right now." "Not at all." Sam stops, takes my hand, and leads me into the living room where she sits on the couch and leans back on the end of it. She pulls her feet up and spreads her legs wide. I see a big black rubber circle sticking out of her ass. One I haven't seen yet. After a short while Sam asks "Will you please cum on my face again?" Without hesitation I stand up, drop my pants, and start masturbating. It seems this will be a common occurrence. We stare into each other's eyes the whole time. While rubbing herself with one hand she pulls the base of the plug and out comes what looks to be another dildo of some kind. She keeps pulling and it must have been 6-7 inches long and 1-2 inches wide before tapering off at the base. How long can she have that thing in her ass for? Just when it's almost all the way out she pushes it back in and repeats over and over while rubbing herself. "Mmm...Daddy...It feels so good." Every so often she will lick and suck the dildo clean and slowly put it back in her ass all the way. I start to speed up. "I'm about to cum," I tell her. Sam gets off the couch and kneels down in front of me, looking up. "Ready?" "Please cover my face with your hot cum, Daddy." I think to myself holy shit, and start to cum. The first rope hits her right in the forehead. She doesn't even flinch. The next couple I move around each side of her face. A few more go on to her forehead and start dripping down. She doesn't break eye contact once and again gives me that perfect smile. "Thank you. That was amazing," Sam says. "No, thank you," I tell her. Sam sits back down and starts to finger herself again, spread eagle and facing me directly, this time with my cum all over her face. As she orgasms she is still looking at me. When she comes down she smiles. She again didn't insert anything into her pussy. "Wow. I needed that," she says. She then sits up, not bothering to do anything with the cum all over her face that is dripping down, some onto her body. "So I guess you're not going to clean that off, huh?" "I already told you. I like to leave it on. It feels dirty and sexy at the same time. Doing this here means I can leave it on as long as I want. I will probably never clean your cum off of me and will just let it dry wherever it is from now on." "No argument from me," I tell my daughter. Sam stands up and faces me. She is only a little shorter than me. "I know this has moved kind of fast with you just finding out all of this about me a few days ago. It's just who I am and what makes me happy. I wish I would have told you a while ago. Are you sure you're ok with all of this? You have been saying you are, but I just want you to be really sure. If not, I understand, and we can stop doing this stuff. This is the time to turn back if you want." Looking at my daughter, standing in front of me with her face covered in my cum, "at first this was something I thought was very wrong. I was worried about the consequences, but to be honest I am enjoying it. The more I think about it the more I am becoming fine with it. You're my daughter and I want you to be yourself and happy. You have brought some things out of me that I didn't know make me happy as well. Is it different? Yes. Is it wrong? Maybe a little, but I'm caring about that less and less." "I'm so glad to hear that, Daddy. I was worried this would all be too much and too fast. I know this is not normal behavior between a father and daughter, but I say to hell with normal. Let's enjoy what we want to enjoy. We are just two people with some kinks that we can explore together. I think we'll learn more about ourselves than we can imagine." "I agree, baby. We still have to be careful, though. I don't want other people finding out about this or for either of us to have any negative consequences. If we do anything outside we have to be extremely careful. We probably shouldn't do that too often." "Deal. I would still like to go on walks and maybe even car rides or something like that down the road, but I am ok with not doing it too often. In the house I say anything goes. How about this? Any time one of us wants to use the other for getting off we just let the other know?" "Sounds good to me," I say. "You can think of me as your little cum slave. You want to cum, I'll be there." "How can I turn that down," I say with a smirk. I can't believe my daughter just said that. Sam smiles. "Does the same apply for me?" "Yes, baby. Just let me know." "From now on would please you save all your cum for me," she asks. "I don't want any of it to go to waste." "What if you're not home?" "Well, I likely will be a lot more now, but even if not maybe you can hold off until I am? Or maybe cum into a cup or something and save it for me. If you are in your room and want to jerk off just text me or let me know and I will come to you. I would like every one of your loads on my body somewhere." "Ok. I will always let you know or save it for you." "This is making me so happy! I can't wait to start this new chapter with you," Sam says. "Same here. I am looking forward to it." With that we give each other a hug. I realize her face on my shoulder means some of my cum is left on my shirt. She notices and licks it off. "Maybe you can be naked with me sometimes at home?" "I think so. I don't want to be naked all the time like you, but can see myself wearing less." "Yay," Sam says happily with a little clap. We go back to the kitchen to finish eating our pizza. As she sits down to eat she takes some of my cum off her face with her finger, puts it on the pizza, and eats it. I had no idea that would turn me on the way it does. "I have to say, it's kind of hot sitting here talking to you with my cum on your face, and watching you eat pizza like that." "Get used to it," Sam says. "I want to look like this as much as possible." "I noticed the first night, when we went for a walk, that on the way home you tasted some of my cum. And just now you ate some of it on the pizza. You don't think it's weird to taste your father's cum?" "No. I like the taste of it. Do you think it's weird?" "After the last few days not really. At first I felt it was borderline incest, but I guess it's not." "Like I said before, it's not that it's specifically your cum, but just cum period. I mean, there is a part of me that thinks it's a little dirty because it's yours, but that makes it a little hotter." "I've also noticed that all this time you have never inserted a dildo or anything at all into your pussy, only your ass. Why is that?" "I am anal only when it comes to insertion. I have been for quite some time." "Anal only? So you don't ever insert anything into your pussy?" "Not for a long time. I used to, but a long time ago I got more and more fascinated by porn where a guy, or multiple guys, would only fuck a girl in the ass, with no vaginal penetration at all. It really turned me on so I tried masturbating like that and the more I did it the better it felt. There's online forums dedicated to it. It's a pretty cool community." "Do you talk to these people?" "Sometimes, yes. I share stories and read some from others. I also chat and comment here and there." "Wow. I had no idea it was that popular." "It's not insanely popular, but I think it's becoming more and more so. Some girls like it to consider themselves staying virgins before marriage and some just like the feeling and the orgasms better from it. Some have their husbands or boyfriends like it that way and do it for them. There are all kinds of reasons. Some anal only girls don't play with their clits at all either and the only sexual stimulation they get is purely from anal play. If I ignore my clit for long periods it feels soooo good when I eventually do touch it." "If I was a girl I imagine I wouldn't want to not touch my clit. I'm sure it feels great. Not sure why a girl would give that up." "Like I said, the longer you ignore it the better the orgasm, at least for me. I think some anal only girls that don't stimulate their clit, their bodies adjust to make the anal stimulation even better and they have crazier orgasms. I want to try it at some point, a long period of no clit touching. And who knows, if I like it, maybe it'll be a longer term thing." "Have you ever had anal sex?" "Are you sure you want to discuss my sex life outside of what we're doing here? If you do I'll let you know anything you want. I feel like there shouldn't be any secrets between us now and if you really want to know I'll tell you everything." "Yes, I would like to know." "Well, I told you I did a bukkake..." "Yes. Where and when did that happen," I ask. "Well, it wasn't just a bukkake. It was a gangbang where all the guys fucked us then came all over us. It was insane. There were 20 of them. A few months ago Molly and I arranged it through a mutual friend and did it at one of the guys' house. We were completely covered head to toe. All of my hair was completely soaked in it. It was in my eyes, ears, all over my entire body. Even my feet. We had a tarp down and rolled around in it after, spreading it all over each other's bodies. We even pretended like we were shampooing each other's hair." My jaw drops. "Don't worry, we were safe with all the guys. They were only in my ass. I've never had vaginal sex, only anal. Molly got DP'd. It was pretty hot. I think my favorite part was one of the guys fucking me in the ass after the bukkake while I was completely covered in all of their cum." "I'm glad to hear that you were safe, but am kind of worried hearing that it was so many people. Did you really let all of them fuck your ass? "Yes, it was only fair," she says with a smile. "I let them all take a turn. This was going on for a couple of hours." This has all been very fun and kinky, but I can't help but think about my daughter in those situations and hope nothing bad happens to her in them. She's a complete nympho, but she's still my daughter. "Molly joins you in this kind of stuff?" Molly is very attractive and now I am imagining her naked and getting fucked, like the many times I have before. "Yup. Molly is very similar to me. We have shared in a good amount of sexual experiences together. Sometimes it's just her and I. Sometimes a guy or girl joins us for a threesome, stuff like that. I'm very open." "It seems that way. So you're bisexual?" "Yes. I enjoy any experience where everyone involved is open, honest, and happy. Guy or girl." "How long has all this been going on?" "Not long after I turned 18." "I have to say, I never had a clue anything of this was going on." "Well, the only times I've done anything sexual here were with Molly. Almost always while you are gone. Only once in a while if you're home and we're up in my room. I guess it's impressive we haven't been caught. The other stuff like the gangbang or threesomes are usually at Molly's, as her parents are always out of town, or the other person's house." "Does she ever go outside naked with you?" "Yes, we have gone for naked walks a few times by her house. All of this started at her house. We were done fooling around and were getting dressed to go eat. Her parents weren't home and we thought, what the hell, why get dressed? So we didn't. And we're pretty much always naked when at her place." I am now imagining my daughter and her attractive friend hanging out naked and walking down the street. "You keep asking about Molly. Do you think she's hot," Sam asks. "She's very attractive, yes." "Well, she has said the same about you. I'll have to let her know you feel the same. You never know, maybe she'll come over for some fun one day." "I don't know about sharing what we have going on here with anyone else." "If there's anyone in the world I trust with this secret it's her. The shit we have done together...it will go to the grave with her." "We'll see," I tell Sam. "I like this for right now." "Me too. You have no idea how excited I am." We finish eating our pizza and clean up. "Wanna watch the rest of the baseball game," Sam asks. "Sure, I'm pooped. Relaxing with a cold beer and watching the game sounds good." When we get to the living room I take off my clothes. Sam watches and excitedly says "I knew I'd get you naked!" "I dunno, it just feels good right now." With that we sit down on the couch. We watch the game and talk, nothing sexual. The cum on her face is starting to dry and isn't as noticeable. After the game it's late. "Alright, I'm gonna head to bed, Daddy. Good night." We stand up and she hugs me. Her tits press firmly against my chest. This is the first time our naked bodies have touched. We definitely let the hug linger and enjoy the skin to skin contact. My dick starts to harden and touches her lower stomach. She looks down and smiles. "This feels nice," she says. "It does. Good night, baby. I love you." She gives me a kiss on the cheek. "Love you too." Some of the cum goes onto my face and I wipe it off. She giggles and heads upstairs to her room. I do the same. A couple more days pass where I come home from work, we have dinner, hang out, masturbate together, and repeat. When I arrive home on Friday night I am so ready for the weekend. As I walk in I am greeted by my beautiful naked daughter on the couch. "Hi, baby." "Hi Daddy. How was your day?" "Same ole same ole. How about you?" "Same. Just hung out here all day and did nothing really." "I figured." "I have a surprise for you," Sam says. "Oh yeah? What's that?" "I ordered us dinner. It should be here in about 30 minutes." "That's great. What did you order?" "It's a surprise." "Alright, I'm sure it'll be good." "It definitely will," she says assuredly. "I'm gonna hop in the shower and be down in a few," I tell her. "Ok, sounds good." I shower, get dressed, and head back downstairs. After grabbing a beer I join Sam on the couch. We talk about the day for a few minutes and the doorbell rings. "That must be the food. I'll get it," I tell Sam. As I open the door I am greeted by a completely naked Molly standing there with a devilish smile on her face. No socks, shoes, nothing. "Hi Mr. Spencer," Molly says. "Well hello there, Molly." I can't believe my eyes. I have imagined this girl naked before many times, but what is standing in front of me is way better than I could have imagined. Molly is my height. Her long blonde hair is back in a ponytail and she is standing with her feet apart and her hands behind her back. Her perfectly toned skin doesn't have a tan line on it. Her tits are a little smaller than Sam's, but truth be told I prefer a little smaller myself. She is completely shaved like Sam as well. "Are you going to invite me in?" I don't even think about the fact that this completely naked girl is standing at my front door and that anyone might be able to see her. "Yes, yes, come inside before someone sees you. I let her in and shut the door. As I do Sam walks up and hugs Molly. They then share a short kiss. "Hi, baby," Sam says to Molly. "Hi," Molly says back. After their kiss they both look at me and smile while still embracing. "Do you like the surprise, Daddy?" "Ummmm, definitely, yes. I can't believe this. So I guess you told Molly about our last week?" "Yes, I told you, we share everything and I completely trust her." "I promise I will never say a word to anyone about this Mr. Spencer," Molly says. "Your secret is safe with me. I'm just glad I can be a part of it. When Molly told me I thought it was so hot and have not been able to stop thinking about it." "I appreciate that, Molly. I want to continue this and don't want anyone finding out and ruining it." Sam takes Molly by the hand. "Let's go sit down." With that she leads Molly to the living room couch and I follow behind. Sam sits in the middle of the couch and Molly and I sit on each side of her. "I can't believe you walked naked from the driveway to the front door," I tell Molly. "I left my house like this. It wasn't just from the driveway. I left naked and drove here like this. I didn't even bring clothes with for the drive home." "Wow, that's crazy," I say. "I'm glad no one saw you or that you didn't get into any trouble." "A few people did see me, but I don't care." I cannot believe I am sitting here with my naked daughter, who hasn't worn a stitch of clothing in nearly a week, and her equally naked friend that I have fantasized about. "So, let's not beat around the bush here," Sam says. "I asked Molly if we could fool around with each other while you watch and masturbate. She couldn't say yes fast enough. Is that something you're interested in?" "I think that would be acceptable." They both laugh. With that Sam turns to Molly. "Are you sure," she asks Molly. "100%. I have been thinking about this all day and you have no idea how horny I am." "I can tell," Sam says. Sam and Molly start kissing. At first it's slowly and lightly. After a bit it gets more intense and they start using tongue, heads shifting in different directions. As they are kissing Molly looks up at me and winks. I drop my pants and take off my shirt. I start to lightly caress my dick while watching my daughter make out with this goddess. Molly looks down and sees my dick. I can see a smile through her kissing. Sam looks back and sees me, then looks up at me and smiles. She then resumes making out with Molly. After a few minutes of this Sam stands up. "Lay down, baby." Molly doesn't say anything and lies on the couch with her back propped against the end of it, facing me. Sam gets on the couch on her hands and knees, her ass facing me, and starts licking Molly's pussy. Sam has what looks to be the bigger dildo plug in her ass again. As I watch this beautiful sight Molly is looking right at me, then down to my dick, then back up. She keeps repeating this. "Fuck, this is amazing," Molly says. Sam shifts upward and kisses Molly, sharing her own juices with her, then goes back to licking her. Molly is grabbing and massaging her tits while my daughter goes down on her, continuing to watch me stroke myself and biting her lower lip. Molly's breath starts to get faster. She seems like she is going to orgasm soon. After a short while, before Molly can orgasm, Sam stops and sits back. Molly, with a pouty look on her face, "But I'm so close..." "I know. We'll get there. Turn around." Molly turns away from my daughter, now on all fours on the couch. After she positions herself Sam starts to kiss and lick Molly's ass. She eventually makes her way to Molly's asshole and starts licking it and sticking her tongue in a little bit while holding Molly's ass cheeks apart with her hands. Sam just keeps going between licking Molly's ass then her asshole. "You like this, Daddy?" "Yes, baby. It's so fucking hot. Keep going." "Yes sir." She resumes for a bit and Molly starts to play with herself while Sam tongues her asshole. Molly's breath starts getting faster again and once again Sam stops. "Noooooo, not again..." Molly exclaims. "Like I said, we'll get there. I promise it'll be worth it. Change positions with me." They switch and now Sam has her back on the couch and is facing me. Molly leans in and kisses Sam. After a short kiss she kisses my daughter's chin, then starts traveling down her neck, and starts to lick Sam's nipples. After a little of this she continues kissing down Sam's stomach and ending up at my daughter's pussy. I can tell Molly starts licking her by the look on Sam's face while she looks at me then at my dick. This goes on for a while, with Molly shifting up to kiss Sam, and then back to licking her pussy. After a few minutes Molly stops and looks up at Sam. "Are you sure it's ok?" "Yes. I want this as much as you do," my daughter tells Molly. "Then ask him," Molly says. "Daddy, Molly and I were hoping that you would fuck her while she goes down on me." Even after everything that has happened this week I am in shock. Is this really happening? Am I really going to get to fuck this girl I have fantasized about while she licks my daughter's pussy? Am I going to participate in a threesome with my daughter? "Are you sure? It's almost like having sex with you," I tell Sam. "Not at all. You're only having sex with Molly. You can cum all over me, but sex with Molly is weird?" "You're right, baby. Molly, are you sure this ok? I can run upstairs and grab a condom if you're sure." "Yes, very sure. No need for a condom, though. I'm on the pill. I want to feel your dick inside of me. And hurry up. I need it now." I position myself behind Molly and put my dick at the entrance to her pussy. I rub up and down for a few seconds then push in. I hear Molly moan. "Fuck yes," she says, while continuing to eat out my daughter. I continue pushing further and further slowly until I am fully inside. I stay like that for a few seconds then pull back. I push forward again and start to slowly fuck Molly. As this is happening Sam and I share a look. She looks like she is in complete ecstasy. She mouths thank you, Daddy. I just give her a wink and speed up fucking Molly. She starts to moan louder and louder while licking Sam. Sam starts to moan and tilts her head back while closing her eyes. Molly stops. "Mr. Spencer, do you have any lube?" Does Molly want me to fuck her ass? I hope she does. "Yes, why," I ask. "I think you know why. Go get it." I look at Sam and ask "is this ok, baby?" "Yes Daddy. Will you please fuck Molly in her ass?" I smile and get up. I run upstairs, grab my lube, and run back downstairs. They are in the same position and Molly is still licking Sam's pussy. They both look at me while I walk toward them. I kneel behind Molly, put lube on my dick and spread it around. I then pour a little on Molly's asshole. "Should I finger you or something to get you ready?" "No need. I got myself ready at home before I left. I was hoping this would happen." "Well, alright then," I say to her. I lean forward and put the tip of my dick at the entrance to her ass. I push in a little then stay there, I move forward very slowly. "You can go faster. I'm no anal virgin." After hearing that, I push further, and slowly, but don't stop until I am fully inside her ass. "Stay right there for a little. It feels amazing and I love feeling full." "Whatever you say." As I sit there with my dick completely buried in Molly's ass she continues licking Sam. "How does it feel," Sam asks Molly. "Fucking amazing." "Ok Mr. Spencer, will you please really fuck me now?" I pull back, almost all the way out, and then push back in all the way with one thrust. I hear Molly grunt. "Again," she says. I pull out then push back in hard and fast, all the way. Another grunt. "Keep doing that," Molly tells me. I repeat this over and over, speeding up, each time Molly grunting louder and louder. "Ok, now please slow down a little now and fuck me slowly." I listen and slowly move in and out of Molly's ass. "Spank me," Molly says. I do as I'm told and start to spank Molly's ass hard while fucking her tight little hole. "Keep doing exactly this. I am going to cum," Molly says. "I'm close, too," I tell them. I keep my pace and continue smacking Molly's ass, alternating between her cheeks, going a little harder each time. Molly starts to moan and breathe heavily. As I continue, Molly's breathing gets faster and faster, moaning louder and louder. After a short while Molly says "Oh my god, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cuuuuummmmmmm..." She starts yelling while her body starts shaking. While she is orgasming I bury myself completely in her ass and stay there. Her orgasm seems to last minutes. During it her body is trembling. I look at my daughter and she is alternating between looking at Molly and me, mouth agape, while playing with herself. As Molly starts to come down from her orgasm Sam says "I'm so close. Please keep licking me." Molly immediately resumes licking Sam's pussy while Sam stares right into my eyes. I am still buried to the hilt in Molly's ass just staying where I am. Sam's breathing gets heavier. "I'm so close," she says. Molly licks faster. I wonder why Molly isn't fingering Sam then remember it's because Sam is anal only. "Oh my God. Oh my God," my daughter keeps repeating. As her orgasm hits her she tilts her head back onto the end of the couch, grabs her tits in each hand, and lets out a guttural moan, her body trembling through her long orgasm as Molly continues to lick her. After what seems like minutes she brings her head back up and looks at me with a big smile. "Wow, that was great," Sam says. "Yes it was," Molly agrees. "Your dad's dick is still in my ass. It feels amazing. Can we just stay like this forever?" "I'm about to cum, so not too much longer," I tell them. Molly looks back at me with a pouty face. "Ok Mr. Spencer." "Should I cum into your ass?" "No. We would like you to cum on our faces at the same time," Sam tells me." "Ok, I'm going to pull out now." I pull out slowly and stand up. I back up. Sam and Molly get up and kneel on the floor next to each other. I move toward them. What they do next I will never forget. They each take a side of my dick and start licking it clean, tasting Molly's ass off of it while looking me dead in the eyes. I realize this is the first time my daughter and I have had any kind of contact like this other than me cumming on her and our naked hug. I am kind of in shock, but go with it. They each then take turns fully deep throating me, alternating between that and licking my dick clean. I can't believe my daughter is sucking my dick. "Alright, here it goes," I tell them. They both lean back, look up at me, and stick their tongues out. I stroke faster and faster and aim first at Sam. My first rope hits her at the top of her forehead. I do the same to Molly. I alternate back and forth, painting as much of each of their faces as I can. Once I am done I stop back. They both look at me with a big smile. "Holy shit, this was amazing," I say. "Thank you, Daddy." Thank you, Mr. Spencer." Do you mind if I take a picture of this," I ask them. "Go ahead," they both say. I grab my phone off of the table and take a few pictures of them smiling up at me. They make a few faces and start laughing. They then start making out with each other, spreading my cum between their faces. I don't tell them, but I take a video of this. I will be jerking off to this for the rest of my life. I set my phone down and sit on the couch, completely spent. They get up and sit on the couch next to me. "So, what's for dinner," Molly asks as we all laugh.

My New School bybrowsingnaked99© My New School Ch. 01 I had just moved halfway through my senior year of High School from a relatively small school, to a much larger one. The class I came from only had around a hundred or so students, and the one I had transferred to was considerably larger. The entire senior class had its own building, so everyone there was eighteen years old, though some were older if they'd been held back a grade. I knew it would take some getting used to, I also knew that it would be a bit of a culture shock, but I had no idea the kinds of surprises I was in for.  Stephens Senior High School was located kind of off the beaten path so to speak, it was a fairly large campus surrounded by trees, about a mile and a half off the main road. If you didn't already know where it was, you'd never find it. They had a full size track, tennis courts, a 9 hole golf course, and an Olympic sized, indoor swimming pool, along with the usual baseball and football fields, and basketball court. They also had a dormitory building for the students, since it was more of a specialized, finishing type school, all students lived on campus. My guess was to get us ready for college life.  The demographics of the school were also quite odd to me, it was mostly female students as the campus had previously been an all girls school, that changed a few years before I arrived, so the influx of male students was slow to start out. I was one of about 100 guys there, in a school of 500. Despite the previous function of the place, the administration was quite liberal, and given the number of guys versus girls there, we were grouped two to a room, and the guys were scattered around the building, seemingly at random. All of the bathrooms and showers were co-ed, though we still would have our privacy. They'd replaced a few of the regular toilets in the stalls with urinals to accommodate the male population, but they left the stalls up, again to provide privacy for everyone. The showers however, were mostly open with only curtains separating them, much like you'd see in a hospital. When I first got there, I was shown to my room on the third floor of the dorm building, where I'd be roommates with a guy named Mike. He was in class when I first arrived that Friday, so I didn't get to meet him until after classes had let out. I still didn't have a schedule, so I was told to go ahead and take the day to get settled in to my new surroundings, and my classes would begin the following Monday. I unpacked my things, and the first thing I noticed was that we had a balcony in our room, overlooking a courtyard across from the school building. It was a fairly nice room, with two full sized beds, separated by a wall that ran almost the length of the room, stopping just a few feet in front of the door to the hall. There was a closet on each side of the room, plus a desk, chair, and a small fridge. It was very similar to a college dorm room, except for the added privacy of the partition wall, which worked well for me as I always like to sleep nude. We each had our own door to the balcony, but it was one long, shared platform.  I was given a rule book to go over, but since I was so tired from the move, I neglected to read any of it, promising myself that I would go over it first thing in the morning. I decided to get a shower before my roommate arrived from his classes so I stripped off and wrapped a towel around my waist, grabbing my shower bag before heading out the door, down the hall to the stairs. The shower room was in the basement of the building, so I had to walk through several different hallways in order to get to it. I made a mental note to myself that maybe next time I'd wear jeans and a shirt down there, as I didn't expect to pass so many rooms. When I got to the shower room, I was surprised to find that what I had thought were curtains, were actually just temporary walls they had moved in, and they weren't very big. The top of the wall came only to the top of my chest, and the bottom only down to my knees. I'm not a very tall guy at 5'11" so anyone taller would be able to see quite a lot if he were to look around, I myself was able to easily see into the next area. I turned around to close the curtain, but found that none of the areas actually had curtains, just the walls on either side of the shower head coming out of the wall. Behind that was a hook to hang a towel, and a small shelf for soap and shampoo. There was also a small mirror attached to the wall, which would come in handy when it was time to shave my face, plus I could also watch for anyone standing or walking behind me as I showered. The lack of privacy in the showers was concerning at first, but I figured that since we were all adults there, it shouldn't be a big deal, plus I kinda liked the idea of seeing so many girls there, and even the possibility of them seeing me. I started the water running in my shower area and let it warm up before adjusting it to a more comfortable temperature. Once I had it set the way I liked it, I stood under it and faced the opening to the shower hall, and was able to look straight ahead into the stall across from me. Hmm, this is certainly going to be interesting, I thought to myself as I washed my hair, especially when there are other people here. I wondered to myself if maybe they had a schedule setup where all the guys would shower together, and the girls would have their own time. Must be I imagined, because there really was little privacy here. In fact I wondered what the purpose for the little curtains on wheels was for in the first place, they didn't seem to do much. I looked over and saw that the water from the shower had sprayed all over each one surrounding me, turning them essentially transparent. Wow, this was really going to take some getting used to. At my last school, we had showers, but they were never used because we never had any sports teams. We had a basketball team years prior, but budget cuts and low crowd turnout quickly put an end to that. Just as I finished drying off after washing up, I heard someone walk in. I quickly wrapped my towel back around me and turned to walk out, giving the next person the entire room to themselves. As I turned to the shower hall, I was startled by a girl standing directly in my way, looking me over as I stood there, a little shocked in just my towel.  "Hi, I'm Brittany! Brittany Dunning. Nice to meet you! You must be the new guy." She smiled, as she reached her hand out for a handshake. Kind of a weird situation to introduce yourself in, but hey, liberal thinking and whatnot.  I took her hand and shook it, "Hi Brittany, I'm Jason, Jason Quinn. Nice to meet you, too. I was just leaving so you'll have the place to yourself." I smiled back at her as I stepped to the side to walk around her, but she stopped me by matching my step to my right. "You're leaving?" She asked, looking a little disappointed.  "Yeah, I just finished up," I replied, hoping to get back to the safety of my room to get dressed. At first the idea of being naked in the showers with other people, especially cute women like Brittany was kind of exciting, but now that I was standing face to face with the reality, I wasn't quite feeling it as much. "Aw. That's a shame, I was hoping for some conversation while I washed up. You sure you don't want to just soak for a little while longer? I bet you could use it to relax your muscles after all that moving in." The idea did sound pretty good, plus she wouldn't be able to see above the curtain anyway, she was too short.  "Um, maybe. But are we supposed to be in here together, you know, a guy and a girl at the same time? I assumed there was a set schedule of some kind." I always try my best to stay out of trouble, and I'd hate to break the rules before I even attended my first class. "Of course we are!" She replied with an even bigger smile. "Here at Stevens they trust the students, besides no faculty is allowed in the student building anyway, not even the janitors. They hire some of the students who need a job to do that kind of thing. So, even if it was against the rules for some silly reason, it's not like we'd get caught," she said, winking at me. "C'mon, just stay for a little while?" Brittany was looking up at me with the cutest blue eyes and blonde hair I'd ever seen, plus from the way her towel clung to her body, she seemed to be really fit. "Okay, if you insist. I am still a little sore from the move today. I'm not used to climbing all those stairs I guess." "Great!" Brittany bounced on the balls of her feet a little when she said that, causing her boobs to jiggle a little, and her towel to slip down, revealing a little more cleavage. I've never been one to really enjoy large breasts, but hers seemed to be nicely proportional to the rest of her body. "I'll take the shower next to you!" With that she stepped back into the shower hall, and dropped her towel to the floor as she disappeared behind the now less transparent partition. Shit, as soon as the water hit it, she'd see quite a bit more of me than I was really comfortable with, but at the same time I'd be seeing all of her, so what was the harm? "Okay, so what's life like here? I just moved from a much smaller school, so this is all kind of a shock to my system," I said as I turned to face her partition, being careful not to stand too close to it so that I would be looking over it. "Oh, it's great" she started out as she started her water running. I took off my towel again, hanging it back on the hook, and started my own water back on. It did feel nice running down the front of my body, and even better when I turned around and let it run down my neck and back. "Everyone is really friendly, and really open with each other. I guess you could already tell that though, huh?"  She stepped back a bit and looked up at me. Through the now soaking wet curtain, I could clearly make out the pink of her nipples in contrast to her lightly tanned skin. She made no effort to hide herself, and just stood there like everything was normal, though I did catch her gaze lowering to the curtain a few times, no doubt trying to get a look through it at me, too. I laughed and said, "well, if everyone is a friendly as you are, I shouldn't have a problem at all!" She smiled back at me, then she did the unthinkable. "I hate these damn things, they always make me feel so claustrophobic," she said as she swiftly grabbed the frame of the partition and pushed it towards the shower hall. It wheeled itself clear across the aisle, coming to rest against the one across from it. I covered myself out of reflex, and turned to face her to save the dignity of my backside from her view. "Hey! What are you doing!?" I asked, standing there with both hands covering my naked flesh. "Oh, don't worry, we all see each other naked here, silly. It builds friendships, plus once you get used to it, it's really not a big deal at all! I've seen everyone naked, and you will, too!" Her explanation didn't really help much, but now I had a full frontal view of her. She stood about five foot four, had a slim waist, curvy hips, and what I guessed to be very large and perky B-cups that looked even larger on her small frame. Her thighs were quite thick, and I noticed that she, like me, shaved everything below the belt.  I started to relax just a bit, but I still kept myself covered, not quite ready to reveal that much of me just yet. "I guess that makes sense," I offered, "but I don't think I'm comfortable with that just yet, like I said, it's all going to take some getting used to." "Oh, don't be silly. It's like ripping off a band-aid, just not painful like that. You just have to do it!" She looked at my hands, waiting for me to move them. Instead I just turned around before I wiped the water from my face. "Nice ass, Jason!" She said with delight. "Now c'mon, turn around and let me see the rest of you!"  Before I could protest or react in any way, Brittany grabbed my arm and spun me around to face her. I couldn't believe it, I was standing naked in the shower, right in front of the strange, albeit very attractive eighteen year old girl. "Wow," she said, taking a step closer to me, "very nice, very nice indeed!" She reached her hand out and gently cupped my balls, feeling the weight of my entire package as she studied it. I was beginning to think this wasn't the norm around here, but talk about one helluva welcoming committee. "Thanks," I said, not sure what else to say. Soon, my dick began to rise and I was now as hard as I'd ever been before.  "Oooh! That's my favorite part about boys!" She squealed, "They get so big when they're excited!" She then released my balls, letting them hang free again as she reached up to her nipples and gave them both a good pinch. "My nipples get really hard, and look," she said, moving her right hand between her legs, gently spreading her soft little pussy lips, "so does my clit! Can you see it, poking out from it's little hiding place? What do you think?" She asked, looking me right in the eyes now with an expression of hopefulness that I'd say something nice. "Um, yeah, I see it. It's very beautiful, Brittany." Yeah, I kicked myself for that, but it was all I could come up with at the time. It seemed to be good enough for her though. "Thanks!" She said with delight. "Do you want to touch it? I don't mind, I actually like it when people play with me down there. You can even grab my boobs if you want." I was in shock, how could she be so forward about all this? Had she no shame? I couldn't resist though, so I reached down and gently teased it with my finger tips. Brittany shuddered with pleasure as she smiled even bigger and closed her eyes, her left hand still playing with her breast. "That feels really good," I said, not sure what to say next. "Can I play with your cock?" She asked next, looking hopefully up at me once more. I was strangely aroused not only because I was playing with her most private of places, naked, in the shower, but because she so openly and readily called it my cock. "It's so big, and thick. I don't think I could wrap my hand around it all the way." She looked down at it, tilting her head one way, then the other, trying to gauge if she could or not. "S-s-sure," I managed to say. Her face lit up as her small hand grabbed it near the base. She then took her other hand from her breast and wrapped both hands around me. "Wow, it's not the biggest penis I've ever seen, but it certainly is the best looking! I bet it would feel really great inside of me." Suddenly her face turned a bit, as if she was cringing at what she'd just said out of fear for offending me. "Sorry," she mumbled as she looked down at her feet. "I get a little carried away sometimes, I hope I didn't upset you." She let go of my dick and let her arms fall to her side. "Don't be, I appreciate the compliment!" I said back to her, though she couldn't see my smile as her gaze was still on the floor between us. I reached up and put my hand on her face to guide it up to look at me. Once she saw my smile, she brightened right back up again and before I knew it, she had me in a very close, and very tight hug. "Oh, I'm so glad!" She said as her right hand slid down by back and rested on my butt cheek, giving it just a very small squeeze. Her breast were pressed against my stomach, and her head was laying on my chest. My dick twitched between us, and Brittany giggled. "I hope it's okay that I'm hugging you, I really like to hug people!"  "You're fine," I assured her. "You give really nice hugs!" She squeezed me even tighter before letting me go and stepping back, giving me another look up and down. "Thanks! Most people feel kinda awkward when I hug them in the shower, but that's the best place to hug, I think!" There was something about her, innocent, yet experienced. It's like she didn't give a second thought to anything being sexual, and if she did, she most certainly didn't see it as being wrong in any sort of way. "It is a unique experience," I said in agreement. "Yes it is. I think I'm going to like you, Jason. Can we shower again together sometime?" She asked as she shut the water off, letting the remaining water bead down her smooth skin. "Sure, I guess." I replied. "It was really nice meeting you, Brittany." I turned my own water off and grabbed my towel from the hook to start drying off. "It was great meeting you, too! I look forward to seeing you around!" With that, she grabbed her towel off the floor and skipped out of the shower room without bothering to cover up at all. Her butt bounced up and down as she moved along, despite her being more, um, thick than I usually like, I had to admit, she did look amazing. I wrapped my towel around my waist and walked back up to my room. When I got there, Mike had just gotten back from classes and greeted me at the door. He had a smaller build to him, much like mine, only he was a few inches shorter. "Hi, you must be Jason. I see you found the showers already. I'm Mike, it's nice to meet you!" "Hi Mike, yeah, it's a different experience than I'm used to, but I think I can learn to live with it." "Good, as you can tell, we have a very open and free spirited atmosphere here at Stephens, You seem like you'll fit right in!" He said, shaking my hand before leading me in the room and closing the door behind us. He motioned me over to his side of the room to show me around. "It's not much, but for the year at least, it's home. If there's anything you need, feel free to let me know, I'll be happy to help!" "Thanks," I said, "I'm going to go over and get dressed really quick. Is there a good place to eat around here? I'm kinda hungry." "Yeah, I'll take you down to the dorm cafeteria once you get dressed." "Awesome, I appreciate that," I said as I turned to go back to my side of the room. Once I was behind the privacy of my wall, I dropped my towel and laid it on the bed. I bent down to grab my jeans and shirt off the floor, and quickly got dressed, then put my socks and shoes on. "Okay, all ready to go!" I said as I walked back to his side of the room.  To my surprise, Mike was standing naked next to his bed. "Oh, sorry. I didn't realize you were changing over here." I said as I turned away. "No problem, it's my fault, I should've warned you I guess." He said as I heard him pull on a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. "Let's go get some food!" With that I followed him out of the room and back down to the first floor. We walked through a set of double doors into the dormitory cafeteria. There were several tables and chairs spread through the middle of the room, plus a buffet at the far end. We approached the buffet and I was amazed at the selection they had there. There were burgers, tacos, pizza, almost anything you could imagine a high school student would want to eat, there it was. We loaded up a couple of plates and proceeded to sit down at a table to eat. A few minutes later I spotted Brittany walking towards us with a couple of her friends in tow. She stopped and said something to them, and they all giggled and tried not to look obvious as they all three stared at me from across the room. "Hi Jason!" She yelled and waved at me. "Hey, Brittany!" I yelled and waved back. Her and her two friends approached the table, Brittany sat across from me, next to Mike, and the other two sat on either side of me. The one on my left was a very petite blonde girl, and the other was a taller, but still small brunette. Brittany introduced us all and I learned that the blonde was named Chelsea, and the Brunette was named Samantha. Mike's jaw dropped as the three of them sat down. "I see you've met Brittany already," he said with a bit of shock. "Yeah, I ran into her shortly after I got here," I said, leaving out the rest of the details. "Oh, well that's good I guess." he said, and went back to his food. I got the impression that he either didn't much care for her, or there were some unresolved feelings there.  Brittany and Chelsea began talking about a number of different things, like homework, teachers, and something about a party on Saturday. I didn't catch most of it because they talked so fast, plus I could feel Samantha staring at me silently. I looked over and as soon as I caught her eye with mine, she smiled and turned away in embarrassment. Chelsea then asked her "Hey, Sammy, are you going to the party tomorrow?" Samantha replied nervously, "I don't know. I don't have anyone to go with, and I don't know that I'd have much fun anyway." "Oh nonsense," protested Brittany, "It'll be great. Plus, if you ask nicely, I'm sure Jason here would go with you!" I turned to look at Samantha again, this time she just looked at me with a mix of fear and excitement on her face. "He wouldn't want to go with me, I'm sure he'd rather go with you, Britt, or maybe you, Chelsea." She looked down at the table in front of her, clearly defeated. "Actually Samantha, I'd love to go with you!" I said. "R-really?" She asked, looking up with a hopeful doubt in her eyes. "Of course! I think you're really cute, and what better way to make a good first impression on everyone than taking the cutest girl at school to the party?" "Oh, you're really laying it on thick here, Jason." She had a bit of of a scowl on her face, and her eyes narrowed making her look less than amused. "I'm serious, I really do think you're cute, and I'd like the chance to make new friends, plus get to know you a little." I could tell that she didn't quite believe me, but she was definitely getting closer. I could also tell that she like me, and to be honest, I really did think she was the most attractive person I'd seen so far. She wasn't traditionally pretty, not like Brittany was, but I've never been attracted to girls like that. She had more of an exotic beauty to her, whereas Brittany and Chelsea were your typical, stereotypical, cheerleader types. Samantha seemed like she had a lot more going on upstairs than both of them combined, and that really got my gears turning. "Well, okay I guess. But I'm not much of one for parties, so if I leave to hang out in my room, don't get offended, okay?" "I won't, I promise. In fact, I'm not much of a party guy myself, so if you'd rather do something else, I hope you'll let me join you." It was true, I never really like parties that much, especially ones where I didn't know anyone. "Even if it's just going back to my room to watch TV or a movie?" She asked hesitantly, no doubt feeling like her self perceived boring nature would drive me away. "Especially if it's just watching TV or a movie," I said confidently. "Parties are a lot of pressure and I'd much rather duck out early to go relax instead." "Really? You're not just saying that, are you?" She asked cautiously. "Really." I looked in her eyes, they were beautiful, almost a reddish brown color that stirred feelings inside of me that I'd never felt before. It was a little scary, but at the same time, incredibly exhilarating. "Well, okay." She smiled as her confidence returned, sure at that point that I was telling the truth, though I still could tell she didn't quite believe it all. I felt like she had a difficult time getting attention with the likes of Brittany and Chelsea in her company. They were so outgoing and bubbly, while Samantha was much more subdued, I could certainly see why she might have a tough time. "Awesome!" I replied enthusiastically, "What room are you in? I'll pick you up at 8." "I'm in a single room, number 324," she replied. "No kidding? We're neighbors then! Mike and I are in 325, right across the hall!" Samantha's eyes got wide and she smiled even bigger this time. "Great! I was hoping I'd get to see you around quite a bit!" She said. "Especially after what I just told you," Brittany said jokingly. Samantha shot her a dirty look, and I looked over at her with a knowing smile. Chelsea piped up too, "I know I'd like to see more of him," she said, nudging my arm with her elbow. Samantha's face kind of dropped a bit after that, knowing that now she had competition she couldn't possibly beat in her mind. I just ignored it, and kept my attention on Samantha, which seemed to put her at ease a little more. I finished my food shortly after Mike finished his, and we stood up to leave. "Can I walk you back to your room?" I asked the gorgeous brunette I'd just met. Samantha hesitated for a moment, then smiled at me and agreed. I stood next to her and offered her a hand, which she gladly took as she stood, too. After she was standing next to me, I offered her my arm in a joking, almost exaggerated kind of way, giving her an out if she were to feel uncomfortable with that. She didn't though, and gladly took my arm as we began the walk back upstairs. Mike walked behind us, and Chelsea and Brittany stayed behind for a few minutes. They lived on the second floor on the other side of the building, so they took a different stairway. When we got to our rooms, I told Samantha that I was really glad to meet her, and I looked forward to going to the party with her the next evening. She smiled and kissed my cheek before going into her room and closing the door behind her. Mike and I walked into our room and I followed him over to his side. "Hey, man. What was up with the way you looked at Brittany? Is there some history there or something?" "Well," he began with a great deal of hesitation, "kind of. At the beginning of the year, I had, shall we say, and embarrassing moment at the pool, and she laughed at me for it. She used to tease me a lot about it, until I finally told her to stop." "What happened?" I asked, trying to imagine what it was that was so bad. "I was standing by the side of the pool, trying to put my goggles on, when she came up behind me and pulled my swimsuit down, then pushed me in the pool, naked in front of everyone." He looked really upset about it, and I wondered then what she'd teased him about. "That wasn't a nice thing of her to do. What did she tease you about though?" "She laughed at me for having a small ass. She teased me about it constantly for over a week, calling me cutie pants and stuff like that." "I can see where you could take that personally," I assured him. "Everyone said she was just flirting with me, but I didn't see it that way. It was humiliating. Everyone saw my dick, plus the water was really cold that day, so everything shrank quite a bit by the time I got out of the pool again, and she still had my swim trunks. She refused to give them back unless I turned around and showed her my 'little ass' again. Then she wanted me to do jumping jacks in front of everyone. I did, and she gave them back, but the damage had been done already." "That sucks, dude. I can't even imagine what that was like. Did she get in any trouble for it?" "No. Everyone but me thought it was funny. The worst part is that I used to have a really big crush on her, I couldn't believe she'd treat me that way." Mike looked down at his feet as he sat on the bed. I could tell it still really affected him in a big way. I had the suspicion however, that Brittany really was just flirting with him, albeit she certainly could've come up with a better way to do it. "So that's why you got so quiet when she sat next to you, it makes sense now." I said, not offering that I was formulating a plan to get them together later. "Yeah," he said. "I'm going to go for an evening swim. Care to join me?" "That sounds good, let me find my bathing suit." I walked over to my side of the room and searched through every box and bag I had, but I just couldn't find it. "I think I'm going to have to pass on that tonight, Mike. I can't find my suit. I think it's in the box of clothes that I shipped over here. It still hasn't arrived yet." "That's okay, the pool is usually empty this time of night anyway, and swimming alone clears my head. I could use it right about now." "Okay, well enjoy yourself. I should be here when you get back." With that he changed into his suit and headed out the door. By that time it was almost 9 o'clock and I was unusually tired so I decided to just go to bed. I took off my shoes, then my jeans and shirt, leaving them in a pile on the floor. I then flopped face down into my pillow, and without even covering up, I was out. * * * I woke up the next morning to a knock at the door. Mike answered it, and the person said they were looking for me. He told them he'd get me, and I'd be right out. Mike turned the corner into my half of the room, and didn't seem phased at all to see me laying face down, naked on my bed. He told me the administration had sent a student assistant over to come get me, they needed to talk to me about my schedule. I got up, almost forgetting I was nude, before pulling on my jeans, shoes, and shirt. Mike turned back towards the door after I was dressed and opened it again. "Hi Jason, my name's Matt. I'm an assistant for the staff here, and they'd like to see you in the office. Do you know where it's at?" "Hi Matt, no I don't. Would you mind showing me?" I asked. "Sure, no problem!" We walked down the stairs and out the main entrance to the dorm building. We crossed the courtyard over to the main school, and he led me right to the proper office. Sitting inside was the school counselor who told me that due to safety requirements, before they could finalize my schedule I had to take a physical exam, and a swimming test in order to be cleared for all the classes I had to take. They called up another assistant to escort me to the medical part of the building, this time, it was Chelsea. "Hi Jason!" She beamed. "I get to take you for your physical I guess." "I guess so, where is it?" I asked. "It's just down the hall a little ways, but first, you need to go to the locker room and strip down to your underwear. I know it sounds strange at first, but it just makes it quicker and easier for the school doctor." "Okay, just lead the way!" I said as I followed her down the hallway. She walked me into the locker room and stood there to watch as I undressed. I don't think she needed to watch me, but I got the feeling she wanted to. I was a little nervous because the boxers I was wearing were kind of loose, and my dick had a bad habit of popping out of the front of them whenever it felt like it. I managed to stay covered though, and she led me a few doors down to the medical room. The nurse guided me in to an area behind a curtain and asked Chelsea to stay outside. She pulled the curtain behind her, then told me to remove my boxers as the doctor would be in shortly. She turned her back to me while I removed them, then asked me to sit on the table and wait there. Once I was seated, I covered myself with my hands and she turned back around. "Okay, you're all set. The doctor will be in in a few minutes." She said, and pulled the curtain back open to leave. I was glad I was covering myself, because Chelsea was still standing right outside. When the nurse left, she didn't quite close the curtain all the way, so Chelsea had a direct view of me sitting there naked. I pretended like she wasn't there, because at that point, what else could I do? I just had to wait for the doctor to arrive, and hopefully close it behind him. That didn't happen though, she came in through a different curtain. When I turned around I saw four other girls sitting on a bench across the other room, and the doctor didn't even try to close that curtain. Great, here I was, going to be on full display for not only Chelsea, but four other girls, too. The doctor asked me to turn to my right so she could get my measurements and to put my hands by my side and keep them there. This gave all five girls a direct view of my penis from the side. Chelsea on one side, and the other girls on the other. Oh, not to mention the doctor didn't appear to be older than mid twenties, so by the time I dropped my hands, I was red with embarrassment. She went through her checklist and did the normal routine, blood pressure, checking my breathing, so on and so forth. Then the hernia check came. She put on a glove and squeezed one of my balls between her fingers. "Turn your head and cough, please." I did, and accidentally made direct eye contact with one of the girls on the bench in the other room. They all giggled when they saw how embarrassed I was. With that part finally over, the doctor had a surprise for me. A prostate check. Yeah! A prostate check at 18 years old! I couldn't even begin to imagine what for, but when I asked, all she would tell me is that "it's normal procedure for males here at this school to receive one as part of a 'sexual health' checkup. I had no choice. She had me go to the other end of the table and bend over, my ass pointed directly at the four girls on the bench. I looked up and saw Chelsea beyond the other curtain, and now standing next to her was Brittany! This had just gone from bad to worse, and it wasn't over yet. The doctor gave me a plastic cup, and told me to hold it below my genitals to catch my release. My release!? This wasn't an exam, it was a full blown prostate stimulation, to completion! I'd heard this was a thing, but I never imagined I'd have to have it done to me at a doctor's office, much less in front of all these female classmates! It got even worse from there, it turns out the four girls on the bench were not only there for their physicals, but as a learning experience as well! The doctor called all four of them back into my room while I'm bent over this table. She begins by asking them if they all have a clear view of everything, then she puts on her gloves, and lubes up her index finger. She tells me to relax, and that I might feel some discomfort at first, but it's all normal. She slides her finger in my asshole and starts to move it around, searching for my prostate gland. She finds it and makes a note on her chart. She then pulls her finger out and I hope it's over. It's not. Now it's the first girls turn, she gloves up and does the same as the doctor did, with her direction of course. Then the other three take their turns at it, meanwhile also having a very good look at my bits from behind. I think it's about over when the doctor says "now I'm going to demonstrate the prostate milking technique. Pay attention, especially to the patients genitals. When done properly, this creates a very powerful orgasm, and a very productive ejaculation." She puts her finger back inside of me and starts massaging my prostate. I get hard within seconds, and I know Brittany and Chelsea can see it quite well from their vantage point since they've moved much closer without me noticing. This goes on for a few minutes and I can feel the precum dripping from my engorged dick. I was surprised at just how good this was actually feeling, and even though I should've been embarrassed beyond belief, the fact that I had six attractive girls watching everything just made it that much better. Not to mention, the four from the bench were in their underwear, too, although I couldn't see them very well at this point. My mind wandered back to the day before in the shower with Brittany, and the image of her standing there naked, plus the image of her bare ass bouncing away from me pushed me over the edge. I let out an involuntary grunt and moan, then came full force into that little plastic cup I was holding between my legs. My knees buckled and two of the girls each put a hand on my hips to steady me, thought they were more accurately grabbing my naked ass. I just kept cumming and cumming, I had no idea an orgasm could last that long, it was actually really amazing. Before I knew it I was spent, and every last drop I had in me was now filling up this little cup. The doctor took it from me and sealed the lid on tight. "Okay Mr. Quinn, you're all set. You probably will want to lay back on the bed and recover for a few minutes though, an experience like that can really take it out of you." She wasn't joking, it really did. At this point I didn't care about my audience, I just laid back on the table and tried to catch my breath. All four girls at this point had gathered around the table, and were all looking at my slowly fading erection. Once it subsided, it flopped forward and landed on my balls, causing all the girls to laugh, including Brittany and Chelsea, who had pulled the curtain open even further and were basically standing in the same room! After a few minutes, the doctor came back, leaving the curtain open even wider so that I could see even more female students in the room with the bench, and they could see me. She told the original four to take their seats again, once more the curtain remained open. She then told me to get up and put my underwear back on, I was done and I had passed. At that point, I was beyond caring about all the people watching me, it was supposed to be a professional environment, and whether it was or not, I was going to pretend it had been, just to save what little was left of my dignity. She called for Chelsea to then escort me to the pool for the swimming test, but first to let me get the rest of the way dressed. She stood in the locker room with me again as I put all my other clothes back on, smiling at me because of the scene she'd just witnessed. When we arrived at the pool, I met the swimming instructor, Ms. Clark, another young woman in her twenties who seemed much nicer than the doctor was. She told me to go behind a curtain in the corner and change into my swim suit. When I informed her that I didn't have one, that I was waiting on my delivery to arrive with my other clothes, she told me that it couldn't wait, as we had to get this done today. She then told me to just strip to my boxers and swim in those. Sitting in the bleachers of the pool were around thirty students, all in their swim suits, awaiting their turn in the water. About ten of the students were male, the rest were females. A few snickers could be heard as I stepped out from behind the curtain, once again in just my boxers. I grew up swimming in different pools, and was actually a really good swimmer so I wasn't too worried about this test. I was worried about my attire however, and as it turned out, for good reason. As soon as I dove in the water and started towards the other end of the pool, I felt the elastic waistband of my underwear begin to slide further and further down my lower body, eventually the kicking of my legs caused them to fall off from around my ankles. Now I was naked in the pool, being watched by all these people. Once I finished the first lap and turned around, I began searching for my lost pair of boxers. I heard Ms. Clark blow her whistle and yell at me to stop. I looked up, and there was my underwear. In Ms. Clark's hand. I stayed in the pool, treading water to keep afloat hoping the instructor would toss them back to me. She didn't. "Mr. Quinn. I was afraid this would happen. Get out of the pool and stand up here, facing the bleachers." She couldn't be serious, could she? She wanted me to stand completely naked in front of all those people? Not wanting to disappoint her further, I complied with her instructions and climbed out, covering myself with my hand as soon as I got my feet on dry ground. "Hands on your head, Mr. Quinn!" She barked, anger in her eyes. "Are you familiar with the rules here at Stephens?" She asked. "No, Ma'am. I just arrived yesterday and haven't had the chance to read the rule book yet." "Well, let me bring you up to speed on the rules of the pool. Anytime a student looses their suit in the pool, it's an automatic five day punishment." I wondered just what that punishment would be, as if standing in front of thirty plus of my peers wasn't bad enough. "For the next five days, not counting weekends, you are not allowed to have any covering whatsoever. This includes towels, underwear, hats, socks, or shoes. You must remain completely naked until Friday, including today and tomorrow. Is that clear?" I couldn't believe it! How could this be right? "We teach accountability here at Stephens, and since you weren't accountable enough to ensure the proper swimwear, resulting in lost clothing, this is your punishment. Next week, I expect you to have proper attire for my class. Do you understand, Mr. Quinn?" "Yes, Ms. Clark. I understand." I said sheepishly. She then turned her attention to the rest of the class. "Now, beginning this semester we are implementing a new addition to this punishment for students. Robbie! Bring me the box." Uh oh. This wasn't looking good. A male student in a small Speedo came forward holding a box about the size of a shoe box. Ms. Clark opened it, and pulled out a bottle of clear gel. "Mr. Quinn, take this bottle, and apply a generous amount of lubricant to your rectum, then resume your position with your hands on your head." I did as I was told, and spread a sizable amount between my ass cheeks, making sure to lube up my asshole really well, as I had no idea what was going to happen next. I then put my hand back on my head as I was told. "Now students, in this box are two different items, one for females, and one for the males. The female item," she held up what equated to a vaginal butt plug, " is this device. It is to be inserted directly into the vaginal opening, and not to be removed until lights out at 10 pm. Once 6 am comes, you must reinsert it, no exceptions." She then pulled out a smaller object, thankfully, that was for the males. "This is part of the male equivalent. Same deal, out at 10, back in by 6. This piece," she held up a rubber ring with a rather large bulge on one side of it, "goes around the shaft of the penis, and must be placed back on the offending student by 6 am every morning." I couldn't imagine a worse punishment. I had to face the entire student body, naked, with a sex toy in my asshole, and a cock ring on. "Mr. Quinn, turn around, face the pool, and bend over and grab your ankles." Again, I did as I was instructed. Ms. Clark lubed the long, curved, black object and gently inserted it completely in my ass. The only thing keeping my hole from swallowing it were two rods at the end, shaped like a "T" that fit between my ass cheeks, and then right behind my balls. She then took her hand and lubed up the ring, then grabbed the shaft of my dick and lubed it up as well. I could already feel the pressure on my prostate similar to the doctor's finger earlier in the day. Each small muscle I moved, worked the device to apply pressure, not only to my prostate gland, but to the area between my balls and my asshole. This was an entirely new sensation, and it would've been quite pleasurable had it not been for the humiliating factor of such a large audience, that would only grow larger in the coming days. The swimming instructor then slid the ring onto my cock, with the large bulbous piece pressed against the tops of my testicles. She then took two elastic strings with plastic hooks on the ends, and used them to tie the ring to the device in my ass. "This is to ensure that the ring stays firmly in place, regardless of the student's arousal level. You may now turn around and put your hands back on your head, Jason." I stood and turned to face the students. A mixture of shock, disgust, and curiosity was spread among their expressions. Ms. Clark then reached in the box one final time, and pulled out a small rectangle with a button on it. "This, is the controller for all the devices deployed at any given time. One push of the button and it sends a signal to every device at once, initiating a very strong and powerful vibrating function, lasting no less than thirty seconds, and up to twenty minutes." She gave one quick push of the button and suddenly both the insert, and the ring began to vibrate almost violently. I was instantly overcome with the sensations, and I fell to the floor. Every muscle in my core was in a full spasm, sending shock wave after shock wave of overpowering sensation throughout my whole body. After fifteen seconds of this, I came. It rushed out of me so hard, and so fast that some of my ejaculate almost landed on the feet of the people in the front row of the bleachers. It was still going, and I was still unable to do anything but lie there, naked, writhing in a mixture of embarrassment and great pleasure. When it was over, I looked up, and to my horror I saw her. Samantha. The girl I was supposed to have the date with tonight. Oh no, I couldn't now. There was no way I was going to a party, naked, hooked up to super powered sex toys. Even watching a movie with her would be too much humiliation to stand. Sure her friends had seen me naked before, but she was different. She was supposed to be the one deserving of it, not just seeing it based on circumstance, yet there she was, looking down at me, then down at the puddle of semen at her feet. I couldn't look her in the eye, there was no way. "Ms. Charleston," barked the instructor. "Join your classmate here at once. Mr. Quinn, get up and resume your position." I slowly got up off the ground, my legs barely able to support myself as they were shaking so badly. I closed my eyes and put my hands on my head, wishing so badly that this would be over soon. I heard someone walk up from the bleachers and stand next to me. "Remove your suit and put your hands on your head," I heard Ms. Clark say to the girl. "Now, apply this lubricant to your vagina, then bend over and grab your ankles, just as Mr. Quinn did." I opened my eyes to see Samantha, standing next to me, stripping out of her one piece swim suit. Her small, firm tits sat nicely against her body, her tight toned stomach led down to a shaved pussy mound, and her long, skinny legs just completed the package. She turned around and bent over, allowing me a look at her from behind. Her tight, pink pussy peeked out from between her legs, just below her small, puckered asshole. She was the most amazing girl I'd ever seen, and she was about to be violated in a similar manner that I just had. "Samantha's punishment is for talking back to me on Friday. Apparently she decided that she knew better than I when it came to who had passed the swimming test last year, and who hadn't. Now, while she was correct that she had previously passed, her tone was entirely too disrespectful for her to address an instructor with. She shall now receive the same punishment as Mr. Quinn here." I watched as Samantha slowly inserted this bulbous device between her tight little pussy lips. Moisture was dripping from around her opening as she slid it further and further inside of her until finally, she had it in all the way. "Now stand up and resume holding your hands on top of your head." She did so as she looked over at me, a slight twinge of fear showed through the look of utter humiliation on her face. "The last demonstration was only a test, in reality each time a signal is sent to the devices, it will increase the time amount, double the last one. The test signal was thirty seconds, this next push will be a full minute." I braced myself for what was coming next. I looked over at Samantha, and gave her my best look of support. Just before Ms. Clark could hit the button on her remote, I grabbed the girl, and held her tightly as she held me back. Suddenly, we were both pulled to the floor, and wrapped in each others arms, we had to endure a full minute of this punishment. After it was over, we were all dismissed from the test, and told to return to our dorm building. Samantha and I walked together, hand in hand, back across the courtyard to the stares of several hundred students, all gazing at our nudity and genital adornments. We went straight inside and up to our rooms. We parted ways in the hallway after she asked for a rain check on our date night. "Given the circumstances, I agree." I told her. I kissed her on the lips after we hugged one more time and closed our doors. * * * "Dude, what the fuck happened to you?" Mike asked when I came in naked and exhausted, then collapsed on the floor in front of the door. I explained the medical exam, the prostate exam, and then the swimming test. "I should've packed my swim suit with everything else I brought with me," I said. "And what's worse, Samantha had to do the same thing because Ms. Clark didn't like her attitude. We've had to postpone our date." "Damn, that really sucks, Jason. Look, I know it's not a good time right now, but Brittany saw me in the hall earlier. She apologized for the way she treated me after seeing me at dinner last night. She asked if she could come over and hang out tonight. Is that okay with you?" He asked, clearly putting his roommate before his sex life. "Absolutely, Mike. She's seen me naked twice already, it's not like she's going to see anything more than she has of me. She was there for the whole prostate thing." "Are you sure? You look exhausted." "Yeah, I'm positive. I'm going to go to sleep now," I said as I slowly got up and walked into my side of the room. I once again dove face first into my bed, and buried my face into my pillow and closed my eyes. A few minutes later, Mike walked into my room. "Hey, Jason?" "Hmm," I grumbled from the pillow. "I feel so bad about what happened to you today, I should've said something, and I definitely should have offered you the use of my swimsuit." "Don't worry about it, Mike. It's cool man. I should've read the rule book." "Maybe," he said, "but you're new here, you had no way of knowing. So, in a small show of solidarity, look at me." I slowly lifted my head up to find Mike, standing completely naked by my bed. "I'm going like this the entire week that you have to, though I don't have the devices inside of me, I hope it helps relieve some of the humiliation you're going to feel." "It's okay, man. You don't have to do that for me. Besides, Samantha is in the same boat as I am, it'll all work out." Just then, there was a knock at the door. Without warning in walked Brittany, just as Mike had made his way back to his side of the room. "Oh, wow. Mike, you're naked!" She said, happily. Mike then explained what happened to me, and why he was now without his clothes. "It was kinda my fault, Brittany. I owe it to him." "That's so sweet! Samantha has the punishment, too. Fuck it!" She said, as she stripped bare with us. "I'm going naked, too now. The nudity is bad enough, but the sexual component? That's too far. We can show the administration that we don't agree with their tactics, if we show up naked, too, it'll take some of the edge off of what they see as something bad." "Thanks Brittany, I'm glad you understand." "You're so sweet, Mike. I've always liked that about you." After that they didn't say another word, they laid on his bed and kissed each other. Soon, there was another knock at the door. "Jason?" a sweet voice called out. "Can I come in?" I got up and opened the door to find Samantha standing there. "I don't think you want to, Mike and Brittany are having a moment," I said with the best half-laugh I could muster as I stepped into the hall with her. "Actually, I really don't want to be alone tonight. Can you come stay with me?" "Sure. If we're going to go through this punishment, we might as well go through it together, right?" "I'd really appreciate that, Jason. Thank you." We stepped across the hall into her room. She put on a movie and we laid in her bed together until it was time to take out the contraptions we had forced upon us. I helped her remove her device, and she helped me remove both of mine. We still weren't allowed to wear any clothes, but at that point, it really didn't matter. We laid back down and she asked, "Would you like to sit on the balcony with me? It's a really nice night outside." "Sure," I said as I followed her out the door, and into the night with the stars shining brightly overhead. We stood out there for a few moments, holding each other until I leaned over and kissed her. "That vibrator made me really horny, and seeing you naked is about to push me over the edge right now. You know, I've never had sex outside," she whispered. "Me neither," I said back softly. "Do you think we'll get in trouble for having sex out here?" She asked, seemingly concerned with what the punishment might be. "We already are in trouble," I said, with a devious grin. 02

My Exhibitionist Neighbor by Master Jonathan Copyright© 2022 by Master Jonathan Chapter 1 My name is Daniel Winters and I am the regional sales manager for a major corporation, the name of which I can’t really say. But it’s not relative to the story anyway. Part of my job was to oversee the younger less experienced people in my department. It’s a part of my job I’m not real thrilled with, to be honest. Wet nursing a bunch of upstarts just barely out of their Pampers was not what I envisioned when I took this promotion! The promotion was a sizable one, however it required I relocate from my current Philadelphia 2700 miles west to the much warmer climate of San Diego – a serious move to be sure! I had never been west of Mississippi in my life. In fact, I’d only been to Chicago twice and once to Cincinnati once – the rest of my life had been spent on the East Coast. So to say I was out of my element would be a great understatement! A condition of this job offer was that the company would put me up in an apartment for as long as I needed until I found a place of my own. So at least I didn’t have to worry about getting an apartment right off. And the company would pay to move me as well, so I had nothing to complain about I guess. Except for leaving everything I ever knew for that strange land called California with their ocean on the wrong side. It would take some getting used to going west to reach the beach! I had been in sunny SoCal for a couple of months and the “apartment” they had given me was basically just an extended stay hotel. And trust me an “extended stay” at this hotel wasn’t what it was cracked up to be. So I set off to find someplace a little nicer and more home than hotel. I wasn’t ready to buy a house just yet – both because I still wasn’t 100% sure this is what I wanted to call home and because the move had put a kink in my finances even with the company paying for a lot of it. So I picked up a couple of those free “apartment hunter” guides sold in newsstands and started seeing what there was to choose from locally. I didn’t need anything big, after all, it was just me so a one or two-bedroom was fine. I wanted to live in a decent neighborhood – living in Philly all my life I knew what perils the big city could contain. Finally, I didn’t want to live on the ground floor because I didn’t want people looking in my windows all the time. I liked the sunshine and wanted to keep my curtains open a lot during the daytime. But I also didn’t want to live in the nosebleed apartments either – I would have to haul groceries up to my apartment and didn’t want the hassle of a lot of stairs or taking multiple trips up a long elevator ride. It took a few weeks, but I found a decent place it was an apartment complex consisting of six buildings set in two rows of three buildings with a large parking lot in front. Each building had six apartments in three stories with a central stairway and elevator and stairs on the ends as well. I was lucky to be able to secure an end apartment on the top floor of one building. It was a two-bedroom unit and it was pretty nice. It had its own washer/dryer as well as one in the middle of the ground floor for all the tenants of the building to use. I found a few guys to help me move my furniture (which wasn’t a lot) and boxes into my apartment and I was officially a resident of the Kalamia Plaza Apartments! For the next couple of weeks, my attention was split between getting used to my new job and unpacking and setting up my new apartment. The Kalamia Plaza Apartments was a nice enough place I suppose, but like most large cities, people pretty much kept to themselves. I would get an occasional wave as I was coming or going, but there was no “Welcome Wagon” with pies or meals to welcome me to the neighborhood. Which was fine ... I didn’t exactly go out of my way to introduce myself to the building, either. Finally, my apartment looked like someone actually lived there and my job was picking up steam as well. I was getting settled in my new hometown and finding my way around San Diego and the surrounding area. One day I was in my bedroom putting some clothes away that I had just gotten out of the dryer. I happened to look up and out my bedroom window just as my neighbor showed up in her bedroom. That was the thing with the complex, the buildings were all the same and faced each other. They were also fairly close to one another with just a small grassy area in front split in half by a sidewalk running up the middle. So if you didn’t have your curtains pulled, you got a good look at what the neighbor’s place looked like! Now, most of the people in the complex were older than me – either retired or getting close to it. But fortunately for me, my neighbor was the exception. I could only see her from the waist up due to the type of windows the buildings had, but with only about forty feet between our buildings, she looked attractive enough. I guess she was in her early twenties. She was maybe five foot five inches tall, with flaming red hair in loose curls cascading down to her mid-back. She had a nice, well-proportioned figure – not skinny, but with some delightful curves. And most prominent among those curves as a pair of bikini top filling tits. The kind of tits that make men walk into light poles when they see her walking down the street. All in all, she appeared to be a pretty respectable package from what I could see. I couldn’t quite make out the face from where I was, but I was sure I would be able to recognize those flaming tresses if we ever met at the mailbox or something! The sun was at just the right angle – behind my apartment and just above the roofline – that it streamed directly into her bedroom window as if I had swung a floodlight around to light her up. I’m sure she felt the warmth of the sun on her as the California summer sun is hard to ignore. But I don’t know if she quite realized that she could be so easily seen through her window! She must have just come from work I guessed, as she was wearing what appeared to be a nice, long-sleeve, white button-front blouse. I wondered for a moment where she worked. Must be some sort of office, this wasn’t your typical fast-food burger joint attire! Another plus in her column – she wasn’t your typical brain-dead “you want fries with that?” burger jockey! But it was what came next that really got my attention and caused me to nearly spill my coffee in my lap! She must have had her mind elsewhere because she suddenly started taking off her blouse right there in front of the open window in plain view of me and anyone else that could have been watching! As she unbuttoned her blouse, I could see her quite impressive cleavage as she moved around. Her ample tits were encased in a white bra, but still showed enough for me to applaud their quality. I have a pair of really good binoculars I use for my birdwatching hobby, but they were still packed in a box someplace. It didn’t matter, she wasn’t very far away from me so I had a pretty good view. Ray Charles could have made her out from where I sat! I sat there stunned ... I didn’t know what I should do. I knew I should turn away and give her some privacy, but my body wouldn’t follow my “moral compass”. I felt like a peeping tom or some kind of lecherous pervert, but the sight before me was too powerful. You see, I had broken up with my long-time girlfriend a little before I moved to California. We just wanted different things out of the relationship and it wasn’t working out. One of the reasons I took this promotion was to get away from Philly and the memories and get a fresh start. So it had been a while since I’d done the “bedroom bop” with anyone. And the sight of this fetching young woman stripping – aware or not – was irresistible. I sat there watching and wondering just how far my little peep show would go. I wondered how she could not know that her window was open and anyone could see in. I wondered how she could not see me watching her. But for whatever reason, she hadn’t noticed, so I kept watching. My apartment (and hers as well) had two bedrooms with the bathroom between them. So as I watched she walked out of the bedroom turning the corner into the bathroom. The only window in the bathroom was a small frosted window to let in some daylight so looking into the bathroom was impossible. But after a couple of moments, my little showgirl returned – minus her bra! Just as I had surmised her tits were magnificent! I didn’t know their size, but they were definitely noticeable! Full and firm and high on her chest, they liked showing off and she didn’t seem to mind giving them a chance to strut their stuff! As she walked in, I got a full-frontal view of her from the waist up and she was incredible. Her boobs had to be D cups or at the very least a healthy C. Her nipples were pretty light rose-colored; I could just make them out from where I was sitting. Those fine tits swayed just a bit as she walked, with a little bounce for every step she took. She went over and must have gone to her dresser because she tossed something onto her bed and then turned and left the bedroom for the bathroom again. This time though she didn’t come right back so I assumed she was taking a shower. This was my chance to escape from this illicit peep show and I left my bedroom to go to my living room and try to forget about my exhibitionist neighbor. I sat there in my comfortable recliner, but I was far from comfortable. My cock was threatening to rip through my jeans and I could not find a comfortable position. I shifted around in my seat for about ten minutes before I got up frustrated. I decided to go to the store to buy something for dinner and maybe that would give me a chance to calm down and get back under control. I had come home from the store and decided I would stop and check the mail on the way up. As I was standing there sorting out the inevitable junk mail I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and was greeted with a smile by my very attractive red-haired neighbor. I didn’t say anything – after what I had seen earlier, any conversation would have been tricky. But she initiated it for me. “So did you enjoy the show earlier?” She HAD seen me watching her! “I ... um...” was all I could get out. “Relax, it’s okay. Truth is, I have a little exhibitionist thing ... I like showing off like that. But the only people around here are old fuddy-duddies and stuffed shirts – they aren’t any fun. When I saw that you had moved in, I thought maybe you were different. “You are younger than the retirement group here and if you don’t mind me saying so, better looking too. So I thought I would give it a try and see what ... um ... came up. My name is Rose by the way ... you know ‘cause of the hair!” What came up? What an interesting way of putting it! “Well, you certainly did make something come up. My name is Daniel and I’m glad you aren’t mad that I was looking at you.” “Oh, I’m not. I’m kind of excited and even turned on that you enjoyed it.” Then she put a hand on my cheek. “And if you are lucky and pay attention, Daniel dear, you’ll see me again ... maybe even more of me” she whispered as she walked past me on her way home. That appeared to be the end of today’s show, although I kept one eye on her apartment just in case she decided to do an encore performance, but she didn’t. I loved the show, however. A little while later I popped the frozen pizza I had bought for dinner into the oven and got back to my normal routine. The next free show would be about a week later. It was Friday evening and I had come home from working late. I wanted to wrap up some things at the office before getting on with my weekend so I wouldn’t have to face them first thing Monday morning. It must have been around 7:30 or so by the time I got home and got changed into my around-the-house wear. I was just sitting in my living room debating what to have for dinner when I saw her. The units in these buildings have a lot of windows, which was one of the selling points that attracted me to the place My old apartment in Philly had much smaller windows but then who really needs to see the drab dull scene of urban Philadelphia? I happened to be looking through the large living room window when I saw my little show-off neighbor walk in from what I could only figure as her kitchen. She had a big bowl of popcorn and a large bottle of soda and sat down on the sofa. I guessed she was settling in to watch some TV. I wondered why such a friendly, outgoing, and very cute young girl would be staying home on a Friday night when there were so many other options available. But I wasn’t able to give it a whole lot of thought. As I sat there watching Rose get ready for her TV movie night she saw me and got up, coming to the window. She waved hi to me and I meekly waved back. I’d been caught watching her again so there was no point in hiding it. Then she did something very strange. Rose sort of signaled for me to stay where I was and she would be right back. I nodded okay and she dashed off back to the back of her apartment towards what would be her bedroom. I saw the light go on and then go off again a moment later. She came back carrying something but I couldn’t tell what. She dragged one of her wooden dining room chairs over to the window and, standing next to it, proceeded to get undressed right there in front of the large window! I couldn’t believe it! I mean I’m sure I wasn’t the only one in my building that could see her, yet here she was giving me a show that would make a nun blush! Rose took off her oversize t-shirt first letting me know she wasn’t wearing a bra under. She played with her tits for a bit holding them up for me to see them, squeezing them together, and rolling her hard nipples between her fingers. Then she licked her finger and toyed with her nipple to make them even harder. Finally, as if she was offering them to me, she pressed her tits against the window glass and licked the glass like she wanted to lick me! It was quite erotic and I felt my cock swell in my pants. But that was just the warm-up to her show. Rose dropped her sweatpants and shimmied very teasingly out of her thong panties. Naked now, she slipped on a pair of red high heel pumps. At first, I wasn’t sure what she was up to, but when she sat down on the chair only a couple of feet from the window she soon explained her actions. Rose spread her legs wide and put her heels high up on the window – giving me a very intimate look between her legs! With a big smile, she licked her fingers and then began rubbing her exposed pussy, putting on a masturbation show for me! She rubbed her pussy with one hand using the other one to continue toying with her nipple as she got herself (and me) hotter and hotter. I adjusted my crotch, which was rapidly getting tighter as my cock grew. As I watched I subconsciously began rubbing myself, getting very turned on by what my neighbor was doing. I saw her reach over and found out what she had gone back to her bedroom for. She pulled out a large pink dildo and started off showing me how much she liked giving blowjobs. Lucky fucking dildo! I thought as I watched her lick it and suck the toy. Then, as if she wanted to display all of her skills, Rose turned the dildo up and began to deepthroat it for me! I resolved right then to spend the following day looking for those damn binoculars until I either found them or bought another pair! Rose smiled as she saw me rubbing my cock through my jeans. She looked at me and then looked down at her pussy wanting my eyes to follow hers. As I did she used the fingers of one hand to part her pussy lips and push the tip of her toy into her. I couldn’t get as good a look as I would have liked to, of course – there was still a little distance between us – but I was close enough I had something to imagine! And I could see by the expression on Rose’s face that she was enjoying putting on this show for me. Rose’s show got more arousing and hotter as she began fucking herself with the dildo. If she’d been able to have the window open, I’m sure I would have heard her moans and screams as her fever grew. I could tell by the way her hand was flying that she was getting very close to cumming. Then it happened. I saw her stiffen up and her eyes got huge. Her mouth dropped open in a silent (at least to me) scream and then she came. Hard. She bucked and rocked the chair so hard I expected her to fall over, but she didn’t. After she had finished her incredible finale, she sat there slumped down in the chair breathing heavily for several minutes. I was just about to go over and check to see if she was all right when she sat back up and looked over at me. I stood up clapping to let her know I enjoyed the show. She stood smiling and gave me a little curtsy and then blew me a kiss, gave a little wave and went back presumably to shower and get cleaned up. Chapter 2 Rose’s window exhibitionism shows continued for the next couple of months. Each show seemed to get better and sexier as she incorporated different things into them. It was as if she was trying to outdo herself with each performance. And I was the lucky recipient of free tickets to each of her shows. One special day I was deeply enraptured with one of her performances when she suddenly stopped and left just as it was getting really hot. She came back a moment later with what looked like a notepad and pen. She wrote something, then held it to the window glass. By this time had found my binoculars and always kept them next to the main viewing window for her shows. I picked them up and read the note: Apartment 3A. Come on over, I’ll be waiting for you! Rose was inviting me over! Now just to explain Rose and I had only had the briefest of conversations twice when we bumped into each other at the mailbox. The only thing I knew about her was her exhibitionist kink and that she was bored with her fellow tenants’ dull lives. She knew even less about me. So inviting me over – especially if she wanted what I thought she wanted – was very unusual indeed! But I was intrigued. In all this time I had never seen anyone else in her apartment and I’d seen her coming and going a few times, always alone. So I didn’t figure there to be a boyfriend or husband. And coming from Philly, I wasn’t going to walk into her apartment without taking a quick glance around first. Besides, I was a good-sized guy, I could take care of myself if need be. I looked at her pointing back at myself, wanting to be sure she was talking to me and not someone else who might be watching in another apartment. She nodded and pointed to me then curled her finger in a sexy “come here”. Well, that’s all it took! I gave her a thumbs up then grabbed my house keys and slipped on my shoes and headed her way. Finding her apartment was very easy since it was an exact duplicate, albeit a mirror image, of my own. Rose had watched out the window until she saw me crossing the space between our buildings and then when I got up to her apartment, I found the door brought to, but not closed completely. I knocked on the door and heard her voice. “Come on in!” so I came in shutting the door completely behind me. “Rose?” “Back here in the bedroom!” I walked back to where the bedrooms were. The master bedroom door was open about halfway so I opened it a bit more and stepped inside. The door closed behind me and I spun around startled. Rose was standing behind the door and when I turned she was standing there naked with just her heels and stockings. “Hi, Daniel, I’m so glad you came over. Did you like my little show?” “Of course, Rose. I always like your shows. What guy wouldn’t?” “Well my ex-boyfriend for one,” she said with a sarcastic snort. “Oh?” “Yeah, my ex couldn’t handle my exhibitionist side. He would get embarrassed and started not taking me places. At first, it was just places he liked and wanted to go back to. But it got to where he wouldn’t take me anywhere for fear that I would do something to embarrass him. He told me that I was too weird for him, that I was sick and needed help in controlling my urges. “I can’t help it, though. I get a rush out of showing off. Hell, since I started putting on my little shows for you I have had some of the best orgasms I’ve ever had! Performing for you has re-awakened me. Thank you, Daniel, for being open-minded enough to enjoy what I do and letting me enjoy doing it for you.” “Well I have to admit that the first time I was a little shocked, but I got over it and I have enjoyed watching you – once we met at the mailbox that day and I found out you wanted me to watch,” I said. “Oh, I do! I love performing for you, Daniel. In fact, that’s the reason I asked you over. I want to thank you for letting me feel free again. I’ve been so terrified to show that side of me around here ... afraid that someone will turn me in to the police or complain to the landlord. But you have let me let that part out again and I really want to thank you for that,” she said. Rose stepped up and put her arms around my neck pulling me into a deep passion-filled kiss. A kiss that let me know anything that I asked of her right now she would happily grant. I took her up on her offer, pushing her back gently as we continued to kiss. When we got to the edge of the bed, I broke the kiss and playfully pushed her back so her knees buckled and she landed on her back on the bed giggling. As I proceeded to get undressed, Rose moved to the center of the bed, watching me intently. I took off my shirt and she smiled approvingly at my chest. I may be just a paper-pushing desk jockey, but I liked to keep in shape. I used to work out at the gym two or three times a week back in Philly and so one of the first things I did was stop at a gym not too far from the apartment to set up a membership there so I could continue. After all, I was in California now ... I had to have a proper beach body when I went to the beach! With my shirt off now, it was time to go downstairs. I had taken my shoes off at the door so once I unbuttoned my jeans they slid off easily. “Oh Daniel!” she said when she looked at the bulge in my boxers. “Oh my God!” “See what you do to me with your little shows? You see what I have to deal with after you have flaunted your tits at me and shook that tight ass?” I said in mock sternness. “Oh, you poor, poor man! Oh, I’m so sorry that I made things so ‘hard’ for you!” she giggled. “Let Rose kiss it and make it all better, baby!” I climbed up on the bed still wearing my boxers and crawled up to her legs. Then I put one hand on each leg just above the knee and quickly snapped them wide apart. Rose gasped at the sudden move but as I lay down between those thighs I explained. “Before we go any further, I haven’t had dinner yet and I am starving. And you, my dear, look delicious!” I said. Then I moved in closer. I am no stranger to pussy. I lost my “cherry” when I was a little over sixteen years old (coincidentally to a little red-haired neighbor girl!) and I have seen my share of pussy in my day – maybe a little more than my share. With the exception of my latest breakup and the move to California, I hadn’t been without a girlfriend or at least a girl since I was in tenth grade. And let me tell you, that was going a long way back! But of all the pussy I have seen in my days, Rose’s slit was far and away the nicest I’d laid eyes on. She had the cutest tuft of curly red hair, nicely trimmed into a perfect upside-down triangle starting above her clit hood and going up just high enough to still be concealable under a bikini bottom. Below her red fur patch, her pussy was tight and compact with the lips tucked in and hidden, except when she was extremely aroused. Then they would swell and push their way out to be licked and sucked into my mouth. I slid the fingers of each hand under her ass cheeks and used my thumbs to pull apart the lips of her pussy. I was greeted by a blast furnace of the sweetest, most mouth-watering aroma I had ever smelled. Her pussy was hot and sweet ... like an apple pie fresh out of the oven. I peeked inside to see her pink wet interior just dripping with syrupy goodness. Why any baby would want to leave that heavenly environment is beyond me! If I could have, I would have crawled in there and never come out! I could hold off no longer and I dove face first into that succulent peach. As I expected, Rose’s reaction was immediate and profound. “OH FUUUCK! OH MY GOD! OH, Daniel, OHHH!” she squealed as I fastened my mouth over her pussy and my tongue plunged deep into her. Rose bucked and pitched trying to throw me off. It was a natural reaction of her body, not something she really consciously wanted. But wanted or not, I was latched onto her and wouldn’t be easily dislodged. I licked and lapped up her sweet woman-honey as fast as she could produce it. My tongue wriggled and squirmed around inside her, making sure none of her deliciousness escaped. As my tongue went on its search, the wriggling drove my little red-haired girl stark raving mad. Her hands immediately went to my head as soon as my tongue dove into her and she guided me to where she needed me to lick her next. I was only too happy to oblige her too, using her moans and whimpers and cries as not only encouragement but also a sort of road map of her pleasure points. Rose really enjoyed my eating her out. The only problem was she enjoyed it a little too much – she didn’t last more than a few sweet moments before she was ready to plunge off the cliff of ultimate rapture and fall into the bright light of orgasmic bliss. “Oh fuck, Daniel! Oh God, you’re gonna make me cum! Oh, I’m gonna cum so hard, baby, I’m gonna cum so hard!” she cried. And sure enough, just as the words cleared her lips, she did as promised. Rose flooded my mouth with a fresh gush of warm sweet juices. I continued to lick and lap up the sweet nectar she offered throughout her spasming and convulsing, wanting to draw out her ecstasy as long as I could. I drank her down as fast as I could, wanting to save every drop and not let any of the precious fluid go to waste. Of course, I couldn’t hope to keep up with her and some of the juice did escape, but I got my fill ... at least for now! As I watched her going through the throes of her orgasm I went ahead and slipped off my boxers so I would be ready for what would come next. As soon as the orgasm released its grip on her and her bucking, pitching, and flailing around had calmed, she collapsed onto the bed, panting like a winded dog. I kissed my way slowly up her body, supporting myself on my arms and knees and hovering over her a bit so I wouldn’t impede her breathing any. I kissed her mons, her flame-red pussy hair tickling my nose. Then I kissed her at the waistline and up to her navel where I found she had a dangling green navel piercing. “Green, to match your eyes?” I asked. “Yes, but also my birthday is May 15th. Emerald is my birthstone,” she explained. “I’ll have to remember that,” I said. Then I took her dangle in my teeth and playfully tugged at it gently, causing her to moan. I continued kissing my way up to her tits which, until now, had not seen any action. I would resolve that right away. I lowered my mouth down towards her hard, erect nipple. It seemed to be reaching up to my mouth even as I got closer and closer to it. I brushed my lips across the tip and heard Rose suck in a breath that she knew she would need to moan out her pleasure at any moment. This gave me a wicked idea. I was going to tease her a bit! “Tell me, Rose are your nipples very sensitive?” I asked her. “Oh God yes! They are very sensitive!” she breathed. “Really? So my toying with them and kissing them, they like that?” “Oh they love to be played with and kissed Daniel, baby!” she moaned. “I thought so. They are very hard and stiff. I’ll bet they’d like to be sucked right now, wouldn’t they?” “Oh Daniel please...” “You know, with all this sexual assault and MeToo stuff going on these days, a guy has to be careful not to overstep. Maybe you should ask me before I go any further. Ask me if you want me to lick and suck your nipples ... just so I don’t misunderstand,” I said. Rose smiled just then and I knew she realized I was teasing her. But she happily played along. “Oh please, Daniel! Please lick and suck my hard nipples! Oh, they’re so hard they almost hurt! Kiss them, baby, and make them feel better! Please!” she pleaded. Sure it was overacting, but I didn’t mind! I sucked one of the hard little nubs into my mouth, trapping and holding it between my teeth while my tongue began rubbing over the tip. She arched her back, thrusting her tits higher for me. “YES! Oh God, Daniel! Oh, your mouth feels so good! Keep doing that ... yeah just like that! Ohh fuck, baby!” she cried. This time I knew she wasn’t acting. Her nipples really were sensitive! I licked and sucked and chewed on her tasty bits making sure I moved back and forth between them so one wouldn;t get too lonely. She had such amazing tits and hard, meaty nipples that I would have been happy just gorging on those delectable mounds of creamy flesh. But almost as soon as I moved up to begin my feast, I noticed my cock was bumping into her crotch and poking at what it wanted. Rose was short enough that I was practically fucking her without even trying! So I took advantage of our difference in stature and started teasing her with the tip of my cock. I found that if I hunched my back just a bit, I could rub my cock across her pussy lips and even run the tip up and down the slit between them. “Oh, Daniel! Oh, I feel your cock right at my entrance! Oh, please, please fuck me! I want that cock buried deep in my pussy! Please, Daniel! Please fuck me!” she cried. My cock was in complete agreement. Already hard as a steel pipe it was eager to get into the game itself. Like I said before, this was the longest I’d been without a girlfriend or sex so I was way overdue. And Rose was oh so fuckable! After kissing each of her tits one last time (for now) and moving up to kiss those petal soft lips I looked into her green eyes to let her know that the time had come. I raised up and spread her legs wide. I took hold of the base of my cock and rubbed it quickly back and forth across her pussy lips, drawing out a long anguished moan from her. “How long has it been Rose? How long has it been since you’ve been fucked good and proper?” I asked. “Nine months,” she panted, “Since my ex left. I haven’t had sex with anyone since Thomas – that’s my ex.” “Well I guess we will have to take care of that right away!” I said. I looked down into Rose’s soft green eyes. I noticed she was biting her bottom lip anxiously, as if she was waiting for something she knew was coming and could barely stand the anticipation. I pressed forward just a bit until the head of my cock was seated at her entrance and she could feel me parting her pussy lips. I smiled as I saw her take a deep breath and hold it. She knew that my cock was bigger than anything she’s had inside her and that included the dildo I’d seen her use the other day. And she could hardly wait to “try me on for size”! I didn’t make her hold her breath for long. I pressed forward slowly feeling her pussy ring expand as I shoved my hard thick cock ever deeper into her. Rose’s eyes got wide and a shocked look came over her. Her mouth dropped open and then I heard a long slow moan of surprise come from her. “OHHH FUUCK, DAAANIEL!” I always loved this first entry, and I always took it nice and slow to enjoy every moment of it. I love seeing her face as I stretch her out for the first time and the surprised wonder as she feels how big I am inside her. I’m no pornstar – far from it, if you believe the Internet. But I’m big enough to be attention-getting and I certainly had Rose’s attention right now! “OhmyGod! OhmyGod!” she chanted as my cock burrowed deeper, opening her up further and stretching her pussy walls paper thin. She arched her back, lifting her shoulders off the bed with her elbows and rolling her head back in an attempt to give me a better angle at her. When I had about half of my length inside her Rose moaned again “Fuck, Daniel! I feel so full! Your cock is filling my tight little pussy so full!” “I’m only halfway in Rose ... if that much!” I said. “OHHH ... Daniel, honey ... I don’t think ... I can take all of you!” she cried. “Just relax, Rose, I won’t hurt you. I’m only going to go in until I’m all the way in or I bottom out in your pussy. I’m not going to force anything,” I reassured her. She smiled and relaxed a bit after that. Slowly I sank further into her warmth, wet sheath until at last I did get all the way inside her. When I felt my balls touch her ass I knew I was home. “There I’m all the way inside you, Rose. See that wasn’t so bad now, was it?” “You’re all the way in me?” she asked. “Yep, you have my whole cock in your pussy. And it feels great!” “It feels wonderful! Oh Daniel, I’ve never felt this full ever! Ohhh, God!” I stayed there, buried to the hilt inside her, for a few glorious moments, totally enjoying the warm wet hug her pussy was giving me. I wanted to let her get used to feeling me so deep before I proceeded with anything. From what she had told me about her ex-boyfriend, she needed to get used to having her pussy stretched and used! Once I felt her start to loosen up a bit, I felt it was okay to start moving in and out. I started slowly drawing back, letting her feel my cock move in her. She moaned as my cock withdrew whimpering as it got close to pulling completely out. “Please Daniel, don’t leave!” she pleaded just as my cock slipped from her pussy’s grasp. “It’s okay, Rose I’m not going anywhere. I just like the feeling of opening you up,” I explained. Then I pushed back into her and she gasped as I entered her again. I pushed my cock slowly into her all the way just like before. It was easier this time since she had already been sized to me so as soon as I got fully inside I looked at her. “Better hang onto something ... it’s gonna get pretty wild in a moment!” I warned her. Chapter 3 Rose heeded my warning and I saw her reach up to grab the bottom of the headboard with both hands. When I saw her settled in, I pulled back and began with full-length, medium-speed strokes. I didn’t want to jump right in, fucking her like a wild man for fear I might scare her. But it wasn’t many strokes into it when I had increased my speed and power until I was fucking her with an intensity and speed which took her breath away with every thrust. Fortunately for both of us, my cock was about an inch shy of poking her cervix and my most powerful and lust-filled thrusts didn’t seem to hurt her. I was glad because I have had other girls who I had to measure my strokes carefully with to keep from going too deep. If I ever did go too deep and poke her too hard I never knew it – she never said anything or showed any sign that she was uncomfortable. Just the opposite, in fact, as she seemed to be enjoying everything I threw at her, no matter what it was. “Yes! Oh fuck Daniel! That’s it, baby, fuck me like you’re mad at me! I like it fast and furious! Pound me like a cheap steak, baby, I love it!” I gave her everything I had watching carefully her for any kind of wincing or sign that I was hurting her. I have had a couple girls who tried to be brave and take what I gave them thinking that’s what I wanted – only to find out later I was actually hurting them and they were sore for days afterwards. I felt terrible about making our sex something that they were almost afraid of instead of something they looked forward to. And I didn’t want to do that with Rose. But she moaned and cried out and encouraged me the whole time to go harder and deeper – although deeper was not possible as I was giving her every inch of cock I could push into her. I managed to give her three world-class orgasms before it was my turn to erupt. As I started to feel that familiar tingle in my nuts, I told Rose. “Rose, honey, I’m getting real close to cumming!” I always like to warn a girl when I’m about to cum, especially the first time we have sex. I never know what kind of reaction I’ll get – some girls like the taste of cum and some don’t. Some girls are afraid of getting pregnant and want me to pull out to shoot it on her stomach, or tits, or even her face. And some girls love the feeling of a man cumming deep inside them. So I always make a point of announcing an impending orgasm. It also seems to spur them occasionally to have another orgasm themselves and we get to cum together ... that’s a fun time for us both! Rose wasn’t shy about my cumming inside her, but this first time she wanted to do something diffferent ... and she took me by surprise when she pushed me off of her and spun around on the bed laying on her back with her head over the edge of the mattress. “Please Daniel, fuck my face! I love being face fucked and made to deepthroat a guys cock! It’s so fucking hot! Please feed me that cock and let me suck you off!” Well, who was I to argue with an offer like that! I let her get in position and ready, then I pushed my cock into her mouth as she lay upside down. She put her hands behind my thighs and pulled me closer so my cock went further into her mouth. She knew her capabilities better than me at this point, so I let her take me as she could. But I didn’t have to worry – on top of being an incredible fuck, she was also a top notch cocksucker and she could deepthroat as good as any pornstar! As I stood there fucking her sweet mouth just as I had fucked her pussy, Rose proceeded to do her best to turn me inside out! I’ve always heard of girls who could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, but I swear Rose could suck a hicky in sheet steel! If she ever took to being a vampire, the human race would be finished! After a sampling of her sucking power, she showed me she was no slouch at deepthroating as well. She pulled me closer and I slid down her tight throat like I belonged there. The feeling was something words alone can’t describe. It was the best feeling my cock had ever known. I have had partners deepthroat me, but none of them felt as incredible as Rose felt right then. However the feeling alone was only part of her deepthroating skills ... she also knew male anatomy as well! I knew that I would not last long in her throat, especially since I was near cumming to begin with. But Rose wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock, squeezing it just hard enough and in just the right manner and place to keep me hard as a railroad spike and yet not allow me to cum until she wanted me to! With my cock stymied from cumming and thus going soft, Rose took her time lolling over my cock – licking and sucking and taking me deep down her throat, playing with me like a cat plays with a mouse before killing it. While I was in no danger of being eaten, I was certainly building up a lot of pressure behind her fingers! It wasn’t painful, but my balls sure wanted to dump the load of cum boiling in them! Finally she must have sensed that I needed to cum and she released the pressure on my cock. Instantly I exploded with such force I thought the head of my cock blew off! I dumped my load down her throat so fast I was finished before I even realized I was cumming! Rose took every drop I had to offer though and didn’t spill a one. As the last of the cum drained from me, she took me out of her mouth and let me watch those last drips fall into her mouth before taking me back in and sucking me dry. We moved onto the bed and she lay next to me, her head on my shoulder and her fingers playing across my chest. I could hear her happily purring as she lay there, and I felt quite relieved as well. “Oh my God Daniel, that was incredible!” she said as soon as she got her breathing under control again. “You were pretty good yourself Rose, honey. Where did you learn to suck cock like that?” “I have an older sister that showed me when I was just starting to get interested in boys. And I found that guys are more than willing to let me practice!” she giggled. “Well anytime you want to brush up on your skills, hon, I’m right across the way! Just give me a holler or come on over and you can practice on me!” I said. “I’m gonna hold you to that mister! You taste really good and your cum is yummy!” She did indeed hold me to my word and over the next few months we got together often for some very fun and exciting times. We had been seeing each other informally for about six months and in that time we’d had sex more than I’d ever had before. I was beginning to think I’d hooked up with a nymphomaniac – the girl didn’t seem to have an “off” switch! She still gave me her little private shows between times as well. I think she was a little afraid that I might lose interest in her (fat chance of that!) This time though, after we’d had our fun and were laying there recovering from our exercise, Rose suddenly sat up. “Daniel can we talk?” she asked. I knew enough about women to know that when a woman says “Can we talk?” I need to pay attention! “Sure, what’s up?” I said, sitting up myself. “Well, you and I have been getting together like this for a few months now and it’s been really great. I love performing my little shows for you and I love that you aren’t turned off or embarrassed about them.” “Oh no, honey! I love watching you ... it’s really hot!” I said. “I’m glad. But there’s something I think you should know about me ... about my past actually. You see I have had a hard time with men. All the men in my life seem to leave me. My father died when I was young and it was just Mom and me for most of my life. Then my first boyfriend in high school left me at the prom to run off with one of the cheerleaders. In college, I had a couple boyfriends for a short time, but they left too. Finally, there was Thomas and we were engaged before he left me. “Damn that’s rough, Rose. I’m sorry,” I said. “Sweetheart, don’t get me wrong, you are a wonderful man – I have had so much fun lately with you. And sex with you has been amazing too. So please don’t take this the wrong way but ... well, I need more.” “More?” I asked getting nervous now. “What do you mean, Rose?” “Daniel, I don’t want to get hurt again. I don’t think I could take it. So before we get any more involved I need to know you are going to stick around. I’m not saying we should run out and get married, buy a house and have kids, but I need some kind of assurance that this isn’t just a quick between girlfriends fling. And if it is, please tell me now so I can prepare myself for it. I don’t want to get my hopes up only to have them dashed to pieces again. Not again, please.” I looked into the eyes of my sweet Rose. I could see the beginnings of tears welling up in those beautiful green pools. Her eyes darted back and forth as if she was looking for something. But her trembling told me she was afraid of what she would find. I knew that feeling all too well myself. I’d had my share of heartbreak and then some too. In fact it was one of those heartbreaks that had brought me to San Diego. So I knew what was going on under those crimson tresses. Although I had to admit her story was a lot worse than mine! Still I couldn’t keep her hanging on. She had been up front with me and told me what she wanted and know I had to return the same honesty to her. “Rose, honey, I want to ask you something and I want the truth. Are you telling me that you have feelings for me? I have to know ... I have to know where we stand from your side.” “Please, Daniel, don’t ... don’t make me say it...” “Rose, tell me ... please. I need to know.” “Yes! Yes, dammit, I do have feelings for you. I tried not to – I didn’t want to. But you made me fall in love with you!” “I see. Well that poses a problem then Rose...” I said. I saw her whole countenance drop at my words. “I knew it. I knew that as soon as I said the ‘L’ word something was going to happen. Fuck!” she said quietly. “You didn’t let me finish. It poses a problem because it looks like you are stuck with me. You see, I wasn’t going to say anything right now ... I wanted to take you out to dinner and tell you then. But my company is so pleased with the work I’m doing here that they want me to stay here permanently and head up the San Diego office. I’m going to get a sizable raise and probably move out of this apartment into a house since this will be where I live from now on. “Really? You aren’t leaving me?” she asked, still not sure of what I was saying. “No, Rose, I am not leaving you. Now, I will be leaving this apartment eventually and that’s the problem I was talking about. I won’t be able to watch your shows anymore. Which is why I wanted to know your feelings so I can ask you to move in with me. That way you can “perform” for me whenever you want!” “Y-you want me to move into your new place with you?” she asked. “Actually I was thinking we could pick out a house together. Rose, honey, I wanted to know how you feel because I love you, too. I just needed to know if it was one-sided and if it was, I wouldn’t have said anything. I didn’t want to pressure you – especially after hearing about your past with men. I didn’t want you to feel you had to love me to keep me.” “Oh, Daniel, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! I would love to move in with you! Oh, you don’t know how happy I am. I was so scared when you said you wanted to know how I felt. And when you said that poses a problem I just knew I had blown it! Oh, Daniel, I do love you ... I love you so much!” And so (after another rousing bout of lovemaking) we sat down and began talking about houses. I pulled out a couple househunter magazines I had picked up and we started looking through them together. It turns out happily than Rose and I shared a lot in common in what we wanted in our house. I’m sure she would have compromised on anything I said I wanted, but I didn’t want her to just agree with me for the sake of agreeing. I wanted her input as well – after all she would be living there too. And probably spending more time in the house than me! So it was important to me that she be honest with her wants and needs. We found a few places we were interested in and after looking at them we decided on one. I put an offer on it and it was accepted. We moved in the following month and have been living there blissfully ever since.

My Daughter, The Exhibitionist bySmallTitFan© If you expect people to behave consistently, you simply have not had enough experience with people. That is one of the things I have learned as I have gotten older and I learned it, of course, through experience. My name is Theodore but everyone calls me Ted. I am an attorney in a large city in Florida and my life is comfortable. Most people think all attorneys are fabulously rich, but that is not true. Some attorneys are millionaires but many of us live a middle class lifestyle. I have a 4 bedroom, 2½ bath house with approximately 2,400 square feet. I have a swimming pool and a hot tub surrounded by a privacy fence and my home is well landscaped, but it is not a mansion. It is a nice house in a nice subdivision. I'm 40 years old and divorced. My wife -- Pat -- and I met when I was 24 years old and finishing law school. She had a 2 year old daughter named Lisa. Pat had lived a wild life a few years earlier and she simply had no idea about who was the father of her daughter. After giving birth, Pat had settled down and stopped acting like a slut. She got a job as a secretary at a law firm and I met her when I worked as a clerk for the same firm. All it took was one or two mixed drinks and Pat was the wildest woman I had ever dated. She was no longer living like a slut but she had not forgotten how to have wild sex. We started "doin' it" on our third date and we quickly got very active. I had been with several women in the past but I was certainly not tremendously experienced in all the variations of how two people can have orgasms together. In retrospect, I think Past had grown up being self-conscious of her small boobs. Most women think that every guy on the planet wants to see a girl with humongous tits and that simply is not true. In her mind, her 34A titties made her less of a woman and I think she tried to compensate by acting so uninhibited. She also kept her pubic hair completely shaved. The effect was not to make her look like a "little" girl, but she did look like an innocent nymph. Personally, I thought her titties looked sexy and I couldn't see them naked without wanting to grab them and suck and lick on her nipples. Pat taught me many things. We had sex in almost every position I have ever heard of. We did it missionary style, of course, and we did it doggy style. We did it with her on top and we did it in the reverse cowgirl. I had never done the reverse cowgirl because I had never before had a girlfriend who was so uninhibited about me seeing her anus but nothing stopped Pat from having sex in every imaginable position. We did it with her standing and bent over the back of a sofa and we did it standing up in the shower. She gave me hand jobs and I made her cum with my fingers. I fucked her little titties and came on her nipples. We had oral sex and frequently did it in the 69 position. She loved to swallow cum and I loved it when I came in her mouth. A few months after we had started dating, Pat asked me to fuck her in the ass. I had never had anal sex before and I thought that most women would not do it because of the pain. Pat told me that it was just a matter of the girl relaxing. Once she had my dick covered in K-Y and I was sliding into her ass, I don't think I could have stopped if she had begged me. I had never before felt anything so arousing, so absolutely nasty and taboo and fun. The first time we had anal sex, I thought the tip of my dick was going to explode I came so hard. I had never used a vibrator on a woman and I guess it was obvious the first time she pulled a vibrator from her bedside table. She took the vibrator from my hand and showed me how she used it on herself. "Wow!" I said. ""I've never seen a girl do herself." "Well, I can fix that," she replied. She turned off the vibrator and put her right hand between her legs. She started playing with her pussy and my dick got as hard as steel. As soon as she came, she picked up the vibrator and showed me how she came using her toy. When I finally stuffed my dick in her, it didn't take long for her to have another orgasm. Feeling the spasms running through the walls of her cunt was all it took for me to unload and fill her hole with my sperm. The next time we did it doggy style, she asked me to stick the vibrator in her ass while I fucked her pussy. I began to wonder if there was anything she wouldn't do to have an orgasm. Aside from a few days every month, we did it almost constantly, and during those few days every month, I got hand jobs, blow jobs, and anal sex. I was certain that I had died and gone to heaven. Being so young and inexperienced, I wanted this to last for the rest of my life, so I asked Pat to marry me, and she accepted my proposal. Fortunately, one of my co-worker attorneys strongly suggested that I get a pre-nuptial agreement and Pat readily consented. We were married about 6 months after I graduated from law school, passed the bar exam, and began practicing. * * * Nine or ten years passed and all was well. I was successful in my career and Pat continued to work as a legal secretary. She never got pregnant and we never went through the medical routine to determine what the problem was. I did get very attached to Lisa. I was the only father she had ever known and she grew up calling me "Daddy." That word was music to my ears and I simply adored her. Even though I am an attorney, I never adopted Lisa. Pat and I discussed it and it would have been embarrassing for both of us to go to court, appear before a judge who I saw on a regular basis, and tell him that Pat had been such a slut that she didn't know the identity of Lisa's father. So, I did not adopt Lisa . . . but I was her father and everyone knew it. Don't get the wrong idea. I was not one of those fathers who thought his daughter could do no wrong. I was definitely her father and not her best friend. There were times that she needed discipline and I provided it. Usually that was making her go to bed after dinner or taking away a privilege but there were a few occasions when Lisa got a spanking. I never, ever hit her hard enough to cause any harm whatsoever but it was a traumatic experience for her and it didn't happen very often. As you might guess, Pat was rather uninhibited about being dressed, or undressed, at home, and she frequently walked around the house either nude or in just her panties. Lisa was clearly her mother's daughter and, when she was a little girl, she loved to run around the house naked after her bath. By the age of 7 or 8, she slept in just her panties but, a few years later, when she began to develop boobs, she started sleeping in a tee-shirt and panties. * * * The problems started about ten years into the marriage, when Lisa was twelve years old. Pat became interested in attending church and she started taking Lisa with her. I attended on occasions but not on a very regular basis. I have religious beliefs and I do not frown upon people who attend church and are open about their beliefs. However, I do have a problem with religious zealots and I feared that Pat was heading in that direction. About six months into the church attendance, Pat announced that she was going to stop drinking alcohol. Her attitudes started to become more "prim and proper." She no longer left our bedroom unless she was fully dressed or at last covered with a long robe. She insisted that Lisa start wearing pajamas; Lisa complained but her mother insisted.  Our sex life started changing. We had sex less often and it was almost always missionary style. I never complained about doing it in a very traditional position but, after years of having such a wild sex life, this seemed like a peculiar state of affairs. There was no more oral sex, anal sex, or sex toys. There was no sex in the pool and there were certainly no screaming orgasms. Then, Pat started working only 20 hours per week so that she would have time to volunteer for church activities.  We didn't need the money from her full-time job but I was concerned that Pat was getting deeper and deeper into religious fanaticism. I took my vows seriously and I assumed this was the "worse" part of the "for better and for worse" promise. I had no intentions of leaving Pat -- or Lisa -- and I hoped that this was just a passing phase.  For three years, I waited for the phase to pass and it finally did. Pat stopped attending church, and she stopped rather abruptly. She started drinking alcohol again and we started doing something a little different between the sheets, but not like the "old" days. Things weren't quite right. It seemed that Pat was just going through the motions rather than truly enjoying our sexual activities. I rarely heard her say "I love you" and she looked depressed. After a year of waiting for things to improve, I finally had "the talk" with Pat. I explained my concerns and related my observations or her. I asked her what was wrong and she started crying. "I'm not in love with you anymore," she sobbed. "I'm sorry, you deserve much better, but I can't lie about this. I just don't love you anymore." "What happened? How long? What . . . is there someone else?" I had a million questions and they all wanted to come out at once. She stopped crying and became a little calmer. "I think it started when I was goin' to church," she said, her voice sounding weak. "And, I'm sorry, but, yes . . . there is someone else." "Who?" I blurted out my question before she had even finished her last sentence. "The preacher . . . the preacher's wife," she said.  * * * Pat apologized a million times. She explained that she had been in a few brief relationships with girls when she was younger and she had assumed that it was just normal curiosity. When she started volunteering at church, she had worked very closely with the preacher's wife -- Zelda (I absolutely hate that name) -- and they had become very close friends. They had confessed to each other all of their past sins and, coincidentally, Zelda also had a lesbian relationship in her past. It doesn't take any imagination to understand how this relationship escalated. Pat and Zelda had a sexual affair for about three months and then Zelda wanted to end it; she told Pat that her duty was to support her husband and this relationship was just wrong as well as sinful. That was when Pat had stopped attending church. I could have forgiven Pat; it would have been difficult but I could have done that . . . but she didn't love me. I did not want a marriage without love and that is what I told Pat. Her response was to simply say, 'then I guess we'll have to get a divorce.' So we got a divorce. It took about five months for the divorce to become final and, during that time, Pat and I continued to live in the same house, though we didn't share a bedroom. There was no open hostility but it was obvious to Lisa -- who was now 16 years old -- that this was not the way things were meant to be. Because of the prenuptial agreement, I was not required to pay Pat any alimony. I agreed to give her a lump sum of $50,000 and she agreed to sign everything else over to me. I had never adopted Lisa so I could make no claim to custody and I wouldn't even have any legally enforceable visitation rights, but we both knew that Lisa would want to spend time with me. While our divorce was pending, I heard that Zelda and her husband were getting a divorce. The church was rocked with the scandal and the preacher barely held on to his job. As part of their divorce, Zelda agreed to move at least 100 miles away; I assume the preacher, or the church, paid her for that concession. They didn't have any kids to complicate matters and the preacher's life would obviously be much easier if Zelda was not around to remind the congregation of the past. (Years later, the preacher confessed that he had used drugs when he was a teenager. How people feel about the past depends on whether it's your past or their past that's being discussed.) Knowing this, I wasn't surprised when Pat came to me and said that she had decided to move away from town when the divorce became final. I asked her if she was leaving to be with Zelda and she candidly conceded that, indeed, that was her plan. I am grateful that she didn't lie about it. "What about Lisa?" I asked. "Do you want her around when you're havin' your lesbian relationship, so all the kids in school can tease her about her mother bein' a carpet muncher? Do you think she wants to leave 'er school and all 'er friends here?" Now I was getting angry. "I don't want to leave 'er. It would kill me, but . . . you might be right. Maybe we should ask her. If she says that she doesn't want to leave, are you okay with her stayin' here with you?" "Of course she can stay here if that's what she wants. But we need to ask her. At her age, it wouldn't be very smart to try to force her to do somethin' she doesn't wanna do." Pat and I sat and talked with Lisa. Pat didn't want Lisa to know about her lesbian relationship but I thought it was unfair to not tell her. How could she possibly decide on whether to move with her mom when she didn't know that another woman would be sharing a bedroom with her mother? So I told her. And I told her that she could stay with me or go with her mother and, if she went with her mother, I would make arrangements for us to visit as often as possible. Lisa was stunned. She looked at her mother with absolute contempt and loathing. I had never seen Lisa get that angry about anything.  She didn't respond to the questions that day but, if you know teenagers at all, especially teenage girls, then you know what Lisa decided. Of course she didn't want to leave her school and friends. It was decided that Lisa would stay with me and she would go to visit her mom on a regular basis. * * * At last, the divorce was final and Pat packed up her belongings. She and Lisa had a tearful goodbye and then Pat came to bid me farewell. She started to apologize once again and I stopped her. "I know you feel some remorse about this situation but it's too late to say you're sorry. You made this happen and a million 'I'm sorry's' won't change a damn thin'. I don't hate you but I'm ready for you to get our ass out of here. So . . . just take your sorry ass away from here and don't come back!" "Take good care of my daughter," she said as she turned to leave. "I'll take extremely good care of our daughter," I retorted. * * * Lisa stayed in her bedroom for a few hours. I left her alone for awhile but then I went to her. I knocked on her door but there was no answer. I opened the door and saw her laying on her bed, crying. I got on the bed beside her, put my arms around her, and then I started crying. "Daddy, I'm so sorry for you. You don't deserve this," she said. "You don't deserve this either, sweetie." I responded. "Sometimes, life sucks . . . but at least we've got each other." I kissed her on her forehead and we lay there silently until we fell asleep. * * * A few days later, Lisa announced that she wanted to have a talk about house rules. "Daddy, before Mom started goin' to church, everything around here was so relaxed and comfortable and then, it got kinda weird." "Yeah, I know, sweetie. I know." I wasn't sure that I knew exactly what she was referring to but I knew the feeling that she was talkin' about. "When Mom started goin' to church, all of a sudden it was . . . you can't do this and you can't do this, and things weren't so comfortable anymore. I couldn't be myself. I'm glad she's gone!" "Sweetie, before you get into anything more specific, let me explain a few things to you. First, since your Mom is gone, she doesn't make our rules anymore; we make the rules. Second, I'm your father -- maybe not legally -- but it's my job to be your father and to make sure that you are safe and you finish growin' up with a good set of morals and values for yourself. Third, I sure want you to be comfortable 'round here." "Daddy, I hate pajamas and this stuff about 'don't leave your bedroom without a bathrobe on' is just bullshit. We're family and we've seen each other in our underwear plenty of times before so . . . what's the big deal? I mean, I don't want to run around naked and I'm not plannin' on runnin' around in my underwear in front of strangers but . . . when it's just you and me, why can't it be more relaxed?" "Honey, you got to understand the situation. I'm a man and you are a drop-dead beautiful 16 year old girl. If somebody hears that I'm prancin' around in just my underwear in front of you, or you're prancing around in your underwear in front of me, they'll get the wrong idea and report us to the Department of Children and Families. We don't need that to happen. They'll take you away from me and send you to live with your mother. You don't want that, do you?" "You know I don't, Daddy. I wanna stay here with you." "Honey, if I knew for a fact that nobody would ever find out and it would never cause a problem . . . I'd tell you to wear as little as you want. Personally, I don't care if you run around the house naked all the time, but we can't take a chance on that. But, you don't have to wear pajamas, and you can run around the house as undressed as you want when I'm not here. You can go skinny dippin' in the pool or sunbathe naked as a newborn baby, I don't care, as long as I'm not here and nobody else is here. You understand, don'tcha?" "I do understand, Daddy. But . . . does it have to last forever?" she asked. "It has to last 'til you're 18 and then you can do whatever you want," I replied. "'Til then, I'll be goin' with you to buy clothes and to make sure that what you wear is okay. You don't have to dress like a nerd but I don't want you lookin' like a slut, either. Got it?" I asked. "I've got it. When do we go shopping?"  Women never miss an opportunity, do they? * * * The next year and a half were very happy times for Lisa and me. She did all the things that normal teenage girls do. She did fairly well in school and she seemed to be popular among her friends. She had some dates and I showed each and every one of those boys my shotgun collection. It wasn't very subtle but I didn't care. I bought her a car and she appeared to be as happy as a teenage girl can be, but I suspected that her mother's abandonment of the family had left an indelible scar on her psyche. I had a few dates, mostly with female lawyers I met in litigation but occasionally I dated a secretary from another law firm or a court reporter. Every time I had a date, Lisa seemed to get in a bad mood and I suspected that she was jealous of another woman getting any of my attention. I never had more than two or three dates with any of the women. I never sensed any feelings developing for any of them and I wanted love just as much as I needed sex. However, none of the dates ever ended with a romp in the hay. The only relief I ever had was jerking off to internet porn. It would be different when Lisa graduated and went off to college. * * * Lisa's 18th birthday was in October of her senior year in high school. We planned a big pool party with a DJ and catered food. I warned her that no alcohol would be allowed and she understood; I really wasn't worried about her but I did have questions about some of her friends. she wasn't dating anyone at that time so she planned to have a few of her girl friends spend the night. Lisa wanted a new bikini for the party (remember, we live in Florida and it's hot here in October.) We went shopping and she wanted to get a thong bikini. She tried it on and we were in a small boutique with no other customers in the store, so she called me into the fitting room to see it on her. I told her that she could wear that at home when no one else was present but I didn't think she should wear that to her birthday party. "Maybe I should just wear my birthday suit," she said teasingly. "After all, I will be 18 and I can do whatever I want." "Let's clarify something," I said to her. "I remember tellin' you that you could do whatever you want when you turn 18. That means that your conduct is just a matter between you and me and no one can take you away from me anymore. But you still live in my house and we still have some rules." "Okay, daddy, but what's wrong with a thong?" she pleaded. "Honey, you're a beautiful, sexy young girl and every boy at that party's goin' to want one thing from you. We've had this talk before. At your age, boys just wanna get in your panties. That's all they think about. And the more of your body you let them see, the more they think that you're wantin' the same thing. Hell, when I see your butt hangin' out of that thong, I don't even know whether I should trust myself! So, unless you plan on havin' sex with every boy at that party, it's just unfair to tease 'em like that." "So I can get the thong and another bikini for the party?" she said, never missing an opportunity. "Of course you can," I answered. * * * Her birthday finally arrived and she had about 30 kids at the house. They all attended her school so there weren't any older guys for me to worry about, but . . . 17 and 18 year old boys are quite enough to worry any daughter's father. All the girls were wearing bikinis and I got more than an eyeful of young delectable honeys. Fortunately, most of the boys at that age act like jerks and girls don't find them very appealing, so there were no significant problems at the party. All of the guys and some of the girls were gone by 11 PM and the other girls were spending the night. They all came in and went into Lisa's bedroom. I was sitting in the living room, watching the late news on television. I could hear giggling and light-hearted banter coming from Lisa's bedroom and I was glad that Lisa and the girls were having fun. After a few minutes, I heard the bedroom door open, followed by footsteps approaching. Lisa walked into the living room and she was wearing only panties and a tee-shirt. I looked up at her with surprise showing on my face. "Daddy, this is what most of the girls are wearing to sleep in and . . . I am 18 now, right? Remember what you said?" "I remember honey, I do. I just don't want anybody gettin' the wrong idea," I replied. I was sittin' in the middle of the sofa. Lisa was facing me and she lowered herself to the sofa, straddling me as she placed her arms around my neck. She whispered in my ear, "There isn't any wrong idea. This is the way's it's supposed to be, Daddy. I love you so much. It was the best party ever but we're all tired so we're gonna go to sleep now. Goodnight." She kissed me on the cheek and then she stood up and walked back to her bedroom. I was painfully aware of the boner in my pants and soon retired to my bedroom to seek some relief. * * * The next morning, I got up and went into the kitchen to start some coffee. Lisa was already awake and finishing a bowl of cereal. "Everybody else still sleepin'?" I asked. "No, Daddy. Everybody's gone. Katy and Jesse had to work this mornin' and Lizzie was goin' shoppin' with her mom. So it's just you and me." "Do you have any plans for the day?" I asked. She stood and gathered her bowl and cup to place in the dishwasher. "No. Maybe just lay by the pool a little. I have a new suit to wear, you know." She paused for a moment and then asked, "It doesn't really bother you, does it?" My new suit?" "Bother isn't the right word, sweetie. Now that you're 18, it's true that you can do whatever you want because nobody can take you away from me. But you can't forget that I'm a guy and you're a girl and that suit looks way too good on you. When I said that I didn't know whether I could control myself, I didn't mean that maybe I would jump on your bones and have my way with you. What I meant was that seein' you partially naked brings out a certain reaction in me that I can't hide, and . . .." "You mean you might get an erection lookin' at your little girl cavortin' around so scantily clad?" she teased me. "Hell, yes, that's what I mean. Look at you right now! You're wearin' your panties and tee-shirt and the way those panties and huggin' your private parts, I can tell that you probably keep yourself shaved free of any pubic hair. You think a healthy heterosexual male isn't gonna respond to that? No father is supposed to get a boner lookin' at his daughter and I don't want you thinkin' I'm some sort of perv, honey, but this ain't easy on me!" "Why, Daddy, I would be quite flattered knowin' that I caused you to get aroused, but I don't wanna be unfair to you. Would it be better for you if I didn't wear that suit when you're around and maybe I didn't walk around the house in just my panties?" "Honey, I just don't want you thinkin' I'm weird because I get hard seein' you." "Daddy, I love you. I wouldn't think you were weird if you walked around with a boner all day long." Ten minutes later, Lisa was walking around the house in her new thong bikini and I was suffering from a throbbing erection. She was simply stunning, breathtaking. Like her mother, Lisa had small boobs. In fact, she was the same size as her mother -- 34A -- which I knew because I bought the bras for her. She wasn't flat-chested and she certainly didn't look like a boy, but she didn't have "melons," either. Her boobs stood up proud and perky and the suit accented her boobs very nicely.  Lisa wasn't skinny but she was close to a hard body. She didn't participate in sports and she didn't work out; I guess she just naturally had a tight body. She had a cute face with light brown hair that was shoulder length and mostly straight the way that girls wore their hair in the 1970's. The bikini bottom covered her pussy but nothing more than that and I suspected that it might even become transparent when it got wet. She didn't have a big round ass; maybe some guys like that but 'I don't like big butts.' Her ass cheeks were small and they looked like they were very tight and toned. She went out to the pool and I stayed in the house. Several times I looked out on the pool from my second floor bedroom window and Lisa looked like a vision of loveliness. After being out there for awhile, she rolled over on her stomach and untied her bikini top so the strings fell to the side. From a distance, it looked as if she was completely nude. I closed the drapes almost completely so that I could see out but she wouldn't see me if she looked up. I then proceeded to jerk off while looking at my incredibly cute daughter. I didn't feel any pride in myself for doing that, but I did feel an enormous amount of lust. Lisa came inside about an hour later and she came looking for me. "Daddy, can I ask you something that's kinda personal?" she began. "Sure, honey." "Well, uh . . . I'll just get it right out. If I wanted to get a boob job, would you pay for it?" "Whoa!" I exclaimed. "Where's that comin' from?" "Well, last night, after I went back to my bedroom, we played Truth or Dare for a little while and we all ended up taking off our tops and sleeping in just our panties, and I was kinda comparin' myself to them, and it's obvious my boobs are just too small!" "Honey, your boobs are not too small. They look just right to me." "What would you know? You haven't even seen 'em since I was maybe 9 years old," she said with a hint of anger in her voice. "You're right I haven't seen 'em but I know they're 34A and that was your Mom's size and I saw hers a bunch." "Well, I'm not my mom and I think my boobs are too small. Here, I'll show you!" Before I could say anything, she reached behind her back, released the clasp on her bikini top and pulled it away from her torso. "There! They're tiny! I look like a boy compared to other girls my age." She started to pout but I suspected that this was a carefully orchestrated manipulation on her part. "Okay, tell me this. When you said that they're too small, well . . . too small for what?" "Too small to attract any guy over the age of 14," she responded. "Have you ever had any guy tell you that your boobs are too small?" I asked. I wasn't sure that I wanted to hear the answer to this question. "Well, no, but . . . guys don't even ask me out." "Honey, you've dated several guys and you'll date many more guys and eventually you'll meet the right guy and settle down with him and you'll probably have to keep a stick by your side of the bed to keep him away when you don't want your boobs fondled or sucked." I couldn't believe I had just said that but I had. Lisa laughed. She looked at me a bit sheepishly and asked, "Do you like my boobs, Daddy?" "Oh, honey, lookin' at those perky little boobs of yours, I wish I was a young guy so I could chase after you. Those are the same size as your mom's and I loved her titties. We used to go to sleep spooning, you know, her on her left side and me on my left side, behind her, right against her, and I'd reach over with my right hand and find a boob to caress and I'd go to sleep like that, the happiest guy in the world. You have beautiful boobs and you shouldn't change a thing about 'em." "But guys want big boobs and I want somebody to want me!" she explained. "Honey, some guys want big boobs and some guys want little boobs. Some guys want big butts and some guys want tiny butts. You get the idea? There are plenty of guys out there -- and I know 'cause I'm one of 'em -- who want small boobs." "Daddy, that part about you and mom goin' to sleep sounded so nice. You must miss her a lot." "Well . . . yes and no. I miss the way things were when we were younger. I don't miss the way things were the last four years. And I do miss havin' someone in my bed who wants me. I know the feelin' of wanting to be wanted." She looked up at me and I could see tears started to form. "Daddy, I'm afraid when somebody sees me all naked that they'll just laugh and run away and nobody'll ever want me!" "I would never laugh at you," I said. As soon as I said that, she placed her thumbs under the strings of her thong and, in one fluid motion, had the thong down around her ankles. She then stepped out of the thong and stood completely naked before me. "I need to know that there's someone who won't laugh at me and run away," she explained. I looked up . . . but I mostly looked down. As I suspected, her pussy was shaved clean and she did not have those protruding inner lips like some girls have. Her pussy looked like a simple slit formed by two flat lips. I already had an erection but looking at her pussy turned it into a bone of steel. Now a tear was running down her cheek. I opened my arms and she came to me, pushing her naked tits against my chest. She hugged me and told me that she loved me. "Daddy, will anybody ever want me the way that you wanted mom?" she asked. I wasn't sure that it was a rhetorical question. "Honey, I love you just as much as I ever loved your mother, and . . . my love for you will never, ever end. If I was younger . . .. You're beautiful, smart, funny, energetic, you're everything that any man could ever want. And," I said as I reached down and gave her bottom a quick and gentle squeeze, "you have the cutest butt in the entire world." * * * I said goodnight to Lisa and went to bed around 11:30. A few minutes later, while I was still awake, she entered my bedroom, got under the sheets on the bed to my left, and rolled over on her left side. She never said a word. She scooted back until I was spooned up against her. She then took my right arm, pulled it over her side and brought my hand to her right breast. She was not wearing any panties or any tee-shirt. My daughter was completely naked and I felt her naked body pressed against me. My fingers felt her bare nipple harden as I traced its beautiful contours. I felt myself getting hard and it would have been impossible for her to not feel my reaction to her wonderfully naked body. "I need to know that I'm loved and that I'm wanted in the way that a man wants a woman," she said quietly. "I love you . . . but I'm your father," I whispered in her right ear.  "I love you . . . and you're not my father by blood or marriage," she responded. "What do you want?" I asked. "I think I've already got what I want," she responded. My Daughter, The Exhibitionist Ch. 02 "Lisa, is this what you really want?" I asked. "I'm not tryin' to talk you outta anything, 'cause I really, really want you. If you want me, you've got me. But we can't just have sex and pretend that we're still a father and daughter. If we have sex, I want a relationship; I want the whole thing. I wanna have a girl that I call my girlfriend. I wanna have somebody who can't wait for me to come home. I wanna have somebody who loves me as much as I love her." "Daddy, that's what I want, too," she quickly replied. "But, honey, you're only 18 and I'm 40 years old. You've got friends who you hang out with and you wanna have a boyfriend who you can invite along when you do stuff with your friends and I don't think I'd fit in very well in those kinda things. . . . It's not that I don't want ya, 'cause I do, but I don't want you to regret this three days or three weeks or three months from now." "I get what you're sayin', Daddy, but I've thought about it. I can't promise you that we'll be together for the rest of our lives, 'cause who can make promises like that and really mean it? Look what happened to you and Mom. But I know that I wanna be the one you come home to at night and I wanna feel your arms around me when I go to sleep and I want you to make me feel like a woman!" "Oh, honey, you are such a beautiful woman and there are so many guys out there who would love to have a chance with you. I don't want you to settle for second best," I replied. "Daddy, you are NOT second best. Daddy . . . you know, I've never been all the way with a guy. I know it sounds weird but guys my age are so stupid and . . . the ones who aren't stupid don't seem to be interested. Maybe it's my little boobs, but . . . well, I can feel the way that your body is reactin' to me, and . . . it feels like you want me. I want you to be my first, and I hope that you'll be my last." "Don't you think you should think about it overnight?" I asked rhetorically. I know, you probably think this was a lame thing to say. After all, here's a really hot, petite teenage girl naked in my bed, asking me to take her virginity, and I'm telling her to think about it. If she hadn't been my step-daughter, I would have already been pounding her sweet teen pussy, but she WAS my step-daughter . . . or, at least, she had been my step-daughter. I had raised this girl, I had proteted her from the evils of the world, and I didn't want to become one of the evils I had warned her about. "Okay, yeah, I get the idea," she mumbled. I didn't know what to say to her, how to respond to her, so I just lay there quietly, spooned against her, aware that my boner was pressed against the cheeks of her naked behind. I still had my right hand on her boob and I used it to pull her body back against mine. After a few seconds, I heard what I thought was a muffled sob and I removed my hand from her boob and move it to her face. I felt a tear on her cheek. Any father reading this story knows what happens when you see your little girl crying. "What's wrong, honey?" I asked. She rolled over to her right side so that she was facing me. "I just want to be wanted and I don't think you really want me!" she cried. "Oh, honey, I want you so bad you can't imagine! But if we do it, everything'll change. I'd feel awful if we did it and then you decided that it wasn't what you want. Don't you see? Once we do it, there ain't no goin' back." "Don't YOU see?" she retorted. "I climb into bed naked and offer you my virginity and you're not interested. You probably just want a girl with bigger tits." "I do want you," I said, "and there is absolutely nothin' wrong with your beautiful, sexy little tits. Yeah, okay, they're small, but I really like 'em just the way they are. Okay, I'll admit it, I could suck on your boobs all night long and I'd be the happiest guy on earth. I love the way they look! Just lookin' at your titties makes my dick hard. And, while we're on that subject . . . you know, I could get all uptight about my dick, 'cause I'm not hung like some porn star. I've only got 5½ inches and I heard that girls all want a guy with a big dick."  "Daddy, I've seen your dick a couple of times and just seein' it made me get wet. So, if my little boobs aren't a problem, and your average size dick isn't a problem," her exasperation was mounting, "and if I want you and you want me, then . . .." As soon as the words had left her lips, she bent forward and placed her lips against mine. I felt her lips part and then her tongue was pushing against my lips. As soon as I opened my lips, she knew that I wanted her and I knew that this wouldn't stop until I had emptied my seed inside her. "I'm glad you sleep naked," she said. "You pokin' me with your dick against my butt got me so horny for you!" "Are you wet?" I asked. I knew the answer but I wanted to hear her say it. "You made me wet," she answered, "but you could check it for yourself." I placed my right hand between her legs and felt her dampness as soon as my fingers made contact with her skin. She didn't have any pubic hair and the mental image of seeing her shaved pussy got me even hotter. I slowly put my middle finger in her pussy. As soon as I had penetrated her, she began to hump my hand as if she couldn't wait to have an orgasm. "Daddy, I want you to make me cum so bad! I need you so bad!" she panted. I slid down in the bed so that my head was next to her chest. I kept fingering her pussy while I moved over and placed my lips around her nipple. Her little boobs were the sweetest things I had ever had in my mouth and I could have sucked on them all night long. Her nipples were as hard as pencil erasers; they contrasted sharply with the smooth skin of her young breast. Both of them were taut and firm and the mere sight of her breasts was enough to make me as hard as steel. "Oh, Daddy, that feels so good!" she moaned. "Don't stop, don't . . . ooh . . . oh, Daddy, I'm so close to cummin' . . . so close . . .." I began to alternate sucking her nipple into my mouth and then releasing the suction so her nipple started to slide back out. What I was doing was very similar to what a baby would do to suckle at her breast and I understood why some kids were so difficult to wean when they were breastfeeding. Who in their right mind would ever voluntarily give up on this?  I knew she was very close to having an orgasm so I started tracing circles around her nipple with my tongue. At the same time, I removed my finger from her innermost parts and found her clitoris. It was already stiff but it got even harder when I started playing with it. "Lisa, I wanna make you cum every way a girl can cum. I wanna make you cum with my finger on your clit and in your pussy. I wanna make you cum with my tongue. I wanna make you cum with my dick in your pussy . . . and I wanna cum inside you!" I whispered to her. "Oh, Daddy . . . oh, Daddy, I'm . . .." I could feel her body becoming rigid and her breathing becoming quick and shallow. She was moaning, calling my name -- not "Ted," but "Daddy." I slid my middle finger back inside her and found her G-spot. As soon as I touched her there, her body began to have spasms of muscular contractions and I could feel her pussy squeezing down on my finger. "Oh, Daddy!" she moaned loudly. I was glad that no one else was in the house; certainly they would have heard her in the paroxysms of sexual delight. I stopped my ministrations on her nubile body as I didn't want her to become overwhelmed . . . and I certainly wasn't through with her for the night. Her body gradually relaxed and her breathing was returning to normal. "Daddy, that was sooooo good," she said. The truth of the statement was quite obvious. "But, we're not done yet, 'cause I want you in me." "Honey, it might hurt the first time," I warned her. "Daddy, I busted my hymen about a year ago, playin' with a vibrator, so don't worry about that. Just fuck me!" she pleaded. I didn't utter a word. I pulled the pillow from under her head so that she was laying flat on the bed, then I got between her legs to enter her in the missionary position. "Reach down between us and guide me into you," I instructed her. I didn't need any stimulation to prepare me to perform. I was as hard as I've ever been, knowing that I would be inside Lisa within the next few seconds. She reached for me, gingerly grasped my male member, and pointed me towards her virgin pussy. I lowered myself until the tip of my dick was touching her young, innocent cunt lips. "Lisa, I love you. You're my daughter but you're a woman and I need to be inside you now," I said. I pushed forward and felt my dick sliding inside her pussy. It was the tightest thing I had ever felt around my dick. Even anal sex with my wife had not been this tight. I slowly slid in until my meat was buried in her love hole and I felt my balls resting against her butt cheeks. "Daddy, you're all I want," she said as she looked into my eyes. "I wanna feel you cum in me." "You're still takin' birth control pills, right?" I asked. "Yeah . . . so don't stop 'til you cum inside me, please." I began slowly thrusting in and out of her virgin pussy and it felt like a hand, covered in K-Y, trying to hold me tight. With each push into her pussy, I heard her utter a tiny moan. She had not totally come down from her first orgasm because it didn't take her long to get very aroused again. "Daddy, I want you to cum in my teeny pussy and I wanna feel your chest rub against my little tits. I wanna cum with you . . .." "I'm so close, baby. So close . . .." I knew that what we were doing was not illegal but hearing this young girl call me "Daddy" while I had my hard dick in her virgin pussy made me feel like a criminal. This felt like the most forbidden, nasty, horrible thing I had ever done in my entire life but I wanted her more than anything else in the entire world. Wild horses couldn't have pulled me off of her vulnerable, naked body until I had filled her forbidden hole with my cum. "Daddy, I've wanted you for so long! Please . . . cum in me!" My thrusting got faster and I could hear her breathing become shallow. "Oh, baby, I'm gettin' ready to cum!" I said. "Me, too," she replied. "Fuck me, fuck me harder!" I began to slap my body against hers as I rammed my stiff dick into her hungry pussy. I was ready to fill her with my cream and I wanted to hear her cum with my dick buried in her young, tiny cunt. "Oh, Daddy, I'm cummin'," she said.  I felt her pussy begin to spasm around my dick and that put me over the edge. I felt my seed boiling over and then I erupted. It felt like my body was trying to force too much cum out at once because it was almost painful. I continued to thrust as my first shot of sperm entered her virgin orifice. "Oh yeah, oh yeah," she moaned as I continued to spurt my seed into her little teen pussy. I lowered my torso so that my chest was against her and I felt her hard nipples as I continued to thrust in and out of her wet hole. "Oh, fuck yeah," she said with a sigh as she began to come down from the height of her arousal. "Daddy, that felt sooo good! I hope you wanna do that every day!" "Oh, girl, you don't know how much I wanna do that with you." "Can I start sleepin' in here with you every night?" she asked. "I'm hopin' you will, but if you get in bed naked every night, I might be keepin' you awake," I teased her. "I'll be gettin' in bed naked every night, thank you, and I'm expectin' you to show me how to keep you happy," she replied. "Girl, you make me so happy. I just hope I make you as happy as you make me." I got off of her and lay down on the bed beside her. "If you roll back over on your left side, like before, I'll put my arms around you and we'll go to sleep that way." She rolled over and pushed back to snuggle up against me. "Daddy, I'm so happy now. I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm a woman." She sounded contented. "So, Daddy, am I your girlfriend now?" "Honey, you're still my little girl, but you're also my woman and, yes, you're my girlfriend. And I love you. Not just as a daughter; I love you like a man loves a woman." I put my arms around her and my right hand found its way back to her left breast. I loved the way her little boobs felt in my hands. I felt like the luckiest guy on the planet and I drifted off to sleep with a very satisfied smile on my face. "I love you, too, Daddy," she whispered as she closed her eyes.

How I Became an Exhibitionist by tigerjoe2018 I don't believe that becoming an exhibitionist is due to a single event, it is something that happens over time, and with the right happenstances. However, I do believe it started with me when I was young. I was enrolled in a gymnastic program and would wear one of those little uniforms. At that age I did not even think about what I was wearing and would be doing handstands and always was spreading my legs in the floor exercises, the beam, or on the bars. I grew up wearing little outfits like that all of the time and would wear it going home. I guess I got accustomed to wearing little outfits by being in gymnastics. Then at home I would wear just my panties and a tank top, I had no need for a bra then. I dropped out of gymnastics when I was thirteen. I was never really that good at it and it was time for me to quit. Also about the time my body started to change, my breasts were growing. Even though I was maturing, I did not change what I was wearing at home. My parents never said anything about how I dressed. Then there was my 2 piece swim suit I would wear it for a couple summers. We don't really go on vacation and I only wore my swim suit a few times each summer and that was just laying out in our backyard. At fifteen, I put on my swim suit and my breasts were spilling out of my top. I though nothing of it but when my mother saw me, she said I have to get you a new suit. I was able to wear it for a few more days until we got to go shopping. Meanwhile I got a lot of looks from my brother and father or I should say my breasts got a lot of looks, in any case I really enjoyed the attention they got me. When my mother and I went shopping, I talked her in to letting me buy a white string bikini. The top covered more of my breasts, but the bottom exposed more of my butt. When I wore it my brother and father were looking at my bottom now. A few days after I graduated high school I put on that suit for the first time that year, it was a little small for me but I still liked it. My brother, who had come home from college saw me in it and I got some looks from him and my father. I could tell they liked it. I was also a little wiser about boys/men and I liked to flaunt body, I liked the attention that I got. I knew this bikini was too small for me and I kept away from my mother while I wore it, at least for a few weeks till she caught me wearing it. She gave me some money to go buy another swim suit, she told me I was not to buy a thong. I reluctantly did get another suit, it was a white string bikini just like my last suit, but it was unlined and was made of a very thin, light weight material. It covered more of my breasts and bottom, but the material would show the form of my nipples and gave me a nice camel toe. Also about that time I was becoming more creative about ways to show myself, both off at home and when I was out, usually with my friend Karen. At home we only have a single bathroom and invariably when someone was in the shower there was the odd occasion when someone would need to go. The shower had a frosted glass door, no one could really see you, so no one really complained about someone else in the bathroom. You could get a pretty good look and if you had a little imagination, it could be exciting. I also found out if you put a wet hand on the glass, you could see much clearer. On those rare occasions when someone needed to use the facilities when I was showering, I would bend over to wash my legs and put my butt against the glass. Later on, I started to wear just a towel wrapped around me when I walked to my bedroom after a shower. Nobody really paid much attention at first, but I kept lowering the towel a little bit each time. Now a good portion of my now 32 Cs were showing. My brother and later my father started to come by more often as I left the bathroom. One evening as I left the bathroom, my brother was on his way to the bathroom and I saw his eyes go to my breast. He stopped and started talking to me. As we stood and talked my father came by and then he joined in the conversation. After about a 10 minutes we all went on our way and once I got in to my room, I went to my mirror and my nipples were visible. I was embarrassed and excited at the same time. However I knew that I wanted to do that more often, it was very exciting to me. Over the next few weeks, I made sure my nipples were just barely covered by the towel and both my brother and father always seemed be around. I was getting use them seeing me and now I wanted more. I found out if I raised my arm, my breasts would raise up and someone could see more of them. The next night as I left the bathroom, my father was in the hall and we started talking. I took my left arm and raised it up and played with my hair. I felt my breast rise up and I knew my nipple was over the top of the towel. My brother then joined us and I kept sweeping my hand through my hair. Once we finished talking I went into my room and closed the door. I looked in the mirror and got excited at what I saw. Both of my nipples were clearly visible and were hard as a rock. I did this for a few more days and then I wanted to show even more of myself, but was unsure how I could do it, “accidentally”. The next day I spent working on my tan and when my father came home he told my brother and I that my mother was going to a farewell dinner for a co-worker tonight, he was going to make a hamburger for us on the grill and have some mac and cheese. I told him ok that I would get a quick shower, then be down to help. I finished the shower and left the bathroom with my towel just barely covering my nipples as usual. My brother was in the hallway and he started talking with me, then we heard my father yell for me to come to the kitchen, he could not find a pot to boil the macaroni. I went to the kitchen with just my towel on and began looking for the pot. I bent over to open a cabinet and realized that the towel was riding up my ass. I had a good little laugh to myself. I could not find the pot where I thought it should be, so I reached to the one upper cabinet to have a look and as I did my towel fell off. I was embarrassed and bent down and quickly picked it up and wrapped it around myself. My embarrassment quickly went away as I kept looking for the pot in another lower cabinet, knowing my ass was on display to my father and brother who were standing behind me. Still no pot. I stood up again and told them there is only one other place it can be as I opened up another upper cabinet, and again my towel fell off, this time I knew it was going to happen. I took me a little longer to wrap it around me and I did so knowing my breasts were not covered. I still did not see the pot in the cabinet. Then I realized where it was. I went over to the dishwasher and leaned over to open it up, giving my brother and father a look a my breasts and pulled out the pot. I told them it was dirty to let me wash it quickly and I did so in the sink. I grabbed some paper towels to dry it off and then reached out with the pot to hand it to my father, and as I did my towel fell off again. There I stood completely nude in front of my brother and father, I was ecstatic, but embarrassed. I grabbed the towel again and crudely wrapped it around me and said I am going to go put on some clothes and I will be back to help. Both my father and brother watched me as I left the kitchen. Neither of them said a word. As soon as they were to my back I got a huge smile on my face. It could not of been any better if I had planned the whole episode. I went to my room and put on a pair of g-string panties, I had never wore them around the house before. I put on a loose fitting tank top that went midway down my ass. I went back downstairs to help with dinner. My brother made a comment about my panties and I told them after the towel had dropped off me earlier, these cover plenty and we all had a laugh. We ate and sat around for a while after eating, then I went to the bathroom and while there I got the idea to not pull the thong up all of the way, the gusset would be loose. I bent over and looked in the mirror through my legs. With my panties loose, they would fall away from my pussy, allowing someone behind me to have a good view. When I got back to the kitchen, I started to clean up and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Of course when I bent over to load the dishes, I did so with my ass towards my brother and father. When I wiped the table, I made sure I was facing them so they could look down my top. I was getting wet and excited showing myself off to them. I stayed that way for the rest of the evening and eventually went to my room about the time I thought my mother would be coming home. I kept wearing the towel after my shower, but my father and brother did not come around that much anymore. I rationed to myself that since they got to see everything of me, the little peaks they use to get were not as exciting for them anymore. I know it was not as exciting for me anymore. I wanted to do more, but what could I do. Then came another happy incident. My mother had to work, my brother went fishing with his friends, and my father went golfing, so I had the house to myself till late afternoon, it was still morning. I decided to work on my tan. I turned on the stereo so it was quite loud in the house. I left the sliding door open and went outside to tan naked, no towel or anything to cover me up. We have a privacy fence in the backyard so that was not a problem. I was out there for less than a half-hour, laying on my back with my eyes closed, when I heard someone say my name. I sat up and moved my hands to cover myself. It was my father, his golfing buddy had canceled, so he came home early. He had a smile on his face all the time he was talking to me. After the initial scare, I started to relax and left my hands and arm move slightly to give him a better view. I could feel my nipple against my arm and it was rock hard. My hand over my pussy was becoming wet. I was really getting excited being caught naked. He talked to me for a couple of minutes and then said he was going to do some work in the garage and to enjoy myself, but do not let your mother catch you out here naked. As he walked away, I could only think about what he did not say to me, that was to go put on some clothes. From his omission I can only assume that he is ok with me being naked. I know he likes to look at me now, I could see a bulge in his shorts. I had to smile after he went in to the house. My mind was going a mile a minute about all of the possibilities and ramifications of being naked in front of my father and was getting more excited. I turned over on to my stomach and laid there with all of these thoughts going through my head. I was so turned on that I parted my legs and I rubbed my pussy a few times. I want to masturbate so badly, but I held off. I had just started to relax again when I heard my father say my name again. This time I opened my eyes and tilted my head towards him. He was standing at my feet and I saw him looking at my very wet pussy. He then said it is just about lunch time, he was going to order a sub for lunch, did I want anything. I almost busted out laughing but said yes and told him what I wanted. My pussy was dripping as he walked away and I saw he still had a bulge in his shorts. From previous experience, I know it takes about 20 minutes to get an order, so I had to come up with a plan on what I should do when the food arrives. My pussy is so wet now, I know it will be embarrassing for my father to see my wet pussy, but being embarrassed it part of the turn on for me. I decided to play it by ear. Let me see what my father has in mind. But I did get an idea on what to do when he comes back. About 25 minutes later, my father again said my name. I kept my legs apart and pushed myself up till I was on my hands and knees, then slowly moved back off the lounge chair till I could stand up and turned around to face my father. He had the food and drinks and was able to mumble out we can eat here if I wanted to get some sun while we ate. I smiled and said that would be great, just let me go wash the lotion off my hands. Just as I reached the sliding door I turned to see my father watching me. I went in to the kitchen and quickly looked out the window and saw my father adjusting his cock through his pants. I rubbed my pussy a few times and I was soaked. I washed my hands and after drying them with a paper towel, I used the towel and tried to dry off my pussy. I was watching my father as I did this and it was not helping me any. I walked back out the door and my father watched me till I got to my lounge chair, where I straddled the chair with my legs and sat down with my food on the end of the lounge chair. Me sitting with my pussy spread wide open facing my father, only made me wetter, I could feel the moisture on my butt now. Sitting in such an obscene manner only got me hotter and my pussy lips opened up like a flower. I was so embarrassed and so turned on. As we ate, we talked a little, but neither of us could carry on a coherent sentence, so we did not say much. My father was watching me the whole time only looking at his food on occasion. I was just about finished with my sandwich and a glob of Italian dressing dropped out the end, landing on my pussy. After taking the last bite, I reached down with my hand and rubbed up and down over my pussy to clean up the dressing. I looked up at my father as I did and saw his facial expression change. I looked down at his shorts and there was a huge wet spot on them. I knew he must of cum in his shorts. He saw me looking and he got embarrassed and said he was sorry and I saw he was feeling ashamed. He quickly got up and I stopped him. I told him it is ok, I like you looking at me. He was gobsmacked. I asked him to sit down and gave him a gentle nudge down as he sat down again. Somehow I explained to him that I like to show myself. Then I told him about knowingly letting my towel down so I could show off my nipples and how the towel falling off the first time was an slight accident, but the other times, I made it happen. I told him that I am an exhibitionist and how I like to flash in public. He seemed more at ease now and I said I want to try something else. I opened my legs up and started to masturbate. He watched me intently, he was quiet while I was moaning. It did not take long for me to have a huge orgasm. I began to finger fuck myself and had another orgasm. I finally slowed down and told him that was the first time that I got to do that with someone watching me. That was the most intent orgasm I ever had. My father had a huge smile on his face. We sat there for a couple of minutes without either of us saying a word. To break the silence, I asked if he had any questions. He smiled and said so you like to flash in public. To which I said yes, but it is more fun when someone is with you. I said you know my friend Karen, we do it for each other. She likes to tease her father also. My father then told me that before us kids, my mother liked to flash him and she would get so excited that she always wanted to fuck afterwords. I looked at him and said what are your plans for the rest of the afternoon. He said what do you have in mind. I told him I need some underwear, you could take me shopping and gave him a wink. He got a huge smile and said ok. I said let me get cleaned up and then we can go. We grabbed our food bags and went in the house where I immediately got in the shower. I left the door open so my father could watch me if he wanted too. It was the fastest shower I ever had. I walked to my room naked now, the pretense of wearing a towel was not needed anymore. I quickly dried and combed my hair and soon my father was at my door watching me get ready. I was getting wet again with him watching me. I threw on a short dress that has a button up front, with out a bra or panties. I told him this is the dress I like to flash in. He said I see you wearing that dress a lot. I just had to smile. I put on a pair on sandals and said lets go. We made it to the mall in no time. It was not very busy for a Saturday afternoon. I told him to walk several feet behind me. As we walked, I would pull up my skirt, them I opened up the buttons turned around and pulled the dress open. I saw he was hard already. We made it to the clothes store, then I motioned for him to come up with me as we walked in. I grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the underwear section. I would hold up a skimpy thong or g-string and asked him what I should try on. He picked out a few g-strings and a lacy bra. The sales girl came over to us and I told her I was just looking and wanted to try on a few things. The sales girl said ok and pointed me to the changing room, then said if I needed anything to just call her, she would be in the back unpacking a new shipment. No one else was in the store. I had my father sit in the chair as I went in to the changing booth. I left the curtain open a bit so he could watch me. After I put on the bra and panties, I open up the curtain and walked out and twirled around a few time, then asked my father what he thought. I went back to the booth and left the curtain open this time while I tried on another g-string, then then did the same as before for my father. Although this time I asked him if the string in the crack of my ass was straight as I pulled it out and moved it around a little. We heard the chime go off and knew someone else had entered the store. I did not see anyone coming our way so I just grabbed another g-string and walked over in front of my father and slipped off the one pair and slip on the other in front of him. As I twirled around I saw a twenty something couple come walking toward us and then they stopped. I went in to the changing booth this time to wait a bit and see if the couple left, while I kept an eye on them. I saw them go off to the other side, then changed in to the last g-string. I opened up the curtain and walked out and just as I did the couple came around the corner. I was embarrassed, but I controlled myself and followed through with my show for my father as they watched. Neither of them said anything and they both were smiling. I saw she had a bra and pantie set in her hand. I started to talk with my father as I waited to see what they were going to do. The girl went in to the booth and closed the curtain. I saw her dress drop and then she pulled open the curtain and walk out in the underwear. She walked over to her, what I guess was her boyfriend and twirl around as I had done. I thought can it be, is she an exhibitionist like me. I had to find out. I said to her that is a cute set of underwear. She said to me I like the panties you have on. Then she said “do I want to try them on?” She then reached behind her back and started to remove the bra. It took me a few seconds to snap out of it, but I said ok. She held out the bra to me while I unsnapped mine and took it off. As we went to swap, she told me did not not need mine, so I dropped it in to my father's lap. As I was putting on her bra she slide off her panties, then I pulled off mine and we swapped them. As I pulled them up I could feel the wetness on my legs from her pussy. I am sure she could feel the same thing on the pair I gave her. We both twirled around again and smiled at each other as we did. My father and her boyfriend had huge smiles on their faces. The girl looked around to see if we were the only people in the store. She walked over to her boyfriend and as she did, she pushed her panties down, she was now naked. She went down on her knees and started to unbuckle his belt and then opened his pants and got out his cock and wrapped her hand around it. She then looked at me, it took me a while to realized she was waiting for me to do the same thing. I did not think about it, I just took off the bra and panties and got on my knees in front of my father and got out his cock. He did not try to stop me or make any objections. Once the girl saw I was holding his cock, she lowered her mouth and began giving her boyfriend a blowjob. I looked up at my father and started to do the same. He came in my mouth quickly and I swallowed it all, although he remained hard. After I pulled off my father I looked over to the girl again and she got up and her boyfriend sat back and she climbed on to him and we watched as his cock sunk in to her pussy. She then looked over to me again. She was waiting for me to do the same. As I got up, I saw fear in my fathers eyes and as I lowered myself I whispered in to my father's ear, I am not a virgin and I am on the pill as I kissed his cheek. I look at this face and his smile was back as I lowered myself on his cock. The girl and her boyfriend and my father and I began fucking. I had a huge orgasm fairly quickly and a few smaller ones, till my father came in me. I leaned forward and kissed my father fully on the mouth and then realized what I did, it felt so right we both kept kissing each other. It was the best sex I ever had. I lifted myself off my father and then sucked his cock clean. This time I waited for the girl to do the same. We both close up our partners pants and then stood up and went to the changing booth. Without closing the curtains put our clothes on. We all left the store at the same time, my father and I went in one direction, the couple went the other. As we were walking out of the mall, I looked at my father and said I have no regrets, that was the best sex I even had and I love you. I also told him I want to keep having sex with you. He gave my hand a squeeze and then leaned over and kissed my cheek. Once we got in to the car, he leaned over to me and kissed me on the mouth and told me he loved me. Then he laughed and said we forgot to get you some underwear. I had to laugh also and then we went home. It was still early in the afternoon when we got home. I told my father I better get another shower before everyone else gets home. He said yes that he is finished for the day, that he is going to go out in to the garage and clean it up for a while. I made my way to the shower and cleaned myself up. When I finished in the bathroom, I open the door and started walking naked to my room. I only got a few feet and my brother came out of his room in his boxers. When he saw I was naked he stopped and stared at me. I said I didn't know you were home. He was dumbfounded and said I just got home and need a shower to get the fish smell off of me. I stood there and asked how was fishing. He was looking me up and down but managed to tell me about fishing. He then said you know you are naked. I said yes I know, but after me dropping the towel in the kitchen, there is not really any point in trying to hide anything anymore. I turned around several times and said have a good look. After I twirled around 4 times, my brother said that I am beautiful. I told him thank you and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He asked me what if dad sees you. I said I would tell him the same thing, he probably does not care as he did not say anything about it the other day. Besides, I know he is out in the garage. After we talked for a few more minutes, we each went on own way. I did see my brother had an erection, which was easy to see with just his boxers on. Once I got to my room, I closed my door and called Karen, she and I share all of our exploits. Later I did tell my father about Tom, (my brother) catching me naked and said he should not say anything about me being naked. About a week later my mother was going away for the day, so I called Karen and we put a plan in to motion. Once Karen got there, we both stripped and walked in to the kitchen naked and said we are going to lay out in the sun for a while. As we walked past Tom and my father, neither of them said a word, but both had a smile on their face. I asked them if they wanted to join us. After they looked at each other for a few seconds, both managed to say “uh ok”. In a very short time, both of them were outside in their swim shorts. I asked Tom if he would put some lotion on me and Karen asked my father to put some on her. I laid on my stomach first. I saw Karen whisper something to my father and knew what she said. As Tom put lotion on my back he stopped before he got to my ass. Tom then started on my legs, which I kept spread apart. Tom stopped at my ass again and I said don't forget my ass. I saw Tom look at my father who was already applying lotion to Karen's ass. Once Tom saw that, he started on my ass and my pussy. I heard Karen say to my father “ok now let me turn over” and I saw Tom watch her as she did. Tom then saw my father start rubbing lotion on her breasts. I said to Tom let me turn over and he eagerly started working on my breasts. His hands felt great on my breasts and I saw he had an erection. I was getting wet just think about what was going to happen next. It was all going according to the plan Karen and I cooked up. After Tom had applied lotion all over me, I got up and told him him to lay down, that I would put some lotion on him. He got on the lounge chair on his back. I climbed up on him and straddled him, just like Karen was doing to my father. As I applied lotion to his chest, I was rubbing my pussy on his cock. I had to watch myself, I did not want him to cum yet. Then I heard Karen say to my father, “Let me pull these down” as Tom and I watched Karen pull off my father's shorts. Karen then took my father's cock in her hands and stroked him a few times. This was my queue, I said to Tom, “Let me pull these down”. Tom did not know what to say and just let me do what I wanted. When I had his shorts off, I grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times and then said let me finish you chest as I climbed on him again. This time I could feel his cock on my pussy. I heard Karen moan loudly and it caught both my and Tom's attention. She was riding my father's cock. While Tom was watching, I raised myself up and grabbed his cock and guided it in to my pussy. I then took Tom's hands and pulled them to my breasts, where he took over. Tom came in me almost immediately. I got off of him and sucked his cock. I saw that my father cum in Karen and she pulled off of him. Both Karen and I suck my father clean, then we got in to the 69 position and we sucked the cum out of each other. We then started to eat each others ass before we inserted one and then two fingers in each others ass. Both Tom's and my father's cocks were hard again. I got up and went over to my father and straddled his cock and lowered myself on to it. I rode him for a few minutes, while Karen went over to Tom. Karen pulled Tom up and brought him over to me and my father. She straddled both of us while dragging Tom by his cock. Her pussy was now over my father's face now. She sucked on Tom's cock to get him wet, then pulled his cock to my ass hole. Tom was finally clued in as what to do as he pushed his cock in my ass. Once he was in me I began to ride them both. My father did not disappoint me as he ate Karen's ass. I rode them for about 15 minutes before they both came in me. My legs were worn out and I needed to lay down. Karen came over to me and sucked the cum out of my pussy and ass as Tom and my father watched. After a brief rest, Karen sat up. I look to Tom and my father and asked them if there is anything else they would like to try. Both of them smiled and said yes but they are too worn out right now. Karen and I laughed, then I said we will be here all day. Karen and I laid out in the sun while my father and brother went in the house. Later when we went in the house, both my father and Tom were in their beds fast asleep. Over the next few weeks, I got to fuck my father and brother several times, but not while my mother was around. I did occasionally flash Tom, or my father, or both while my mother had her back to me. It was fun and I started to giggle a few times, where my mother asked me what was funny. After talking with my father some more about where my mother like to flash, I did come up with a plan to get my mother involved, and enlisted the help of my brother and father. I found out that my mother like to flash when they would go for a walk on a trail in the mountains. So I got my father to suggest the whole family go for a walk on Sunday and we pack some food along and have a picnic. My mother was all for it and my brother and I begrudgingly said ok. I had my father remind my mother over the next couple of days, when they were alone about how she used to flash him and said she should do it again on Sunday. Of course she always said not with the kids with us. He reminded her the kids are adults now and it would be fun, she should at least entertain the thought. When Sunday came around we packed our stuff and drive to a trail that my parents used to go on. Thank goodness there was only one other car there when we arrived. We headed down the trail and a couple was returning to the trail head, another stroke of luck for us, we were alone. My brother and I walked about 20 feet in front of my parents. I heard my mother giggle and turned around and asked them what was going on, this was all according to the plan. My mother immediately said nothing, but my father said we were talking about how we used to come out here before you kids. I said what about it. My father then said, much to the chagrin of my mother, that she use to flash me as we were walking. I said is that all, then my father said that they used to have sex in the field afterwords, because she would get so turned on. I could see the humiliation on my mothers face, until I said that is hot and sounds like fun, Tom agreed. I saw my mother smile and relax again. We walked for a bit more and then I turned around and said to my mother if she wanted to flash dad to go ahead, I didn't care. Then Tom said it was ok with him as well. My father encouraged her to flash but she said she could not do it with us kids here. Here is where I really had to sell it. I said to my mother it is not a big deal, I don't care if you or dad get naked, it would not bother me and Tom quickly said or me. I know my mother and waited for her to reply, which is what I expected her to say. She said “ok smarty, if it is not a big deal, you go ahead and flash.” Now I had to do some acting, like I was scared. I said me, now. She said yes now, no one else is around. I said I don't know. Again I expected her reply. She asked me if I was scared. I timidly said no, but I don't want to be the only one. I looked at her, then said, if I do it, then you have to do it also. She thought about it a few seconds and then said ok. By this time we had stopped on the trail. I asked my mother what I should do. She smiled at me then said take off you top first. I said take off my top, she said yes, you cannot flash your tits with a bra on, make it so you can just lift up your top to show off you tits. I hesitantly took off my backpack and handed it to my brother. I took a few steps in front of everyone then turned my back to them and pulled my top over my head, then proceeded to remove my bra and put my top back on. I turned around and smiled then said now what. My mother look astonished that I did it and I could see she was becoming worried that she too would have to flash, so she upped the ante. She told me it is easier to flash you butt when you are not wearing panties. I handed my bra to Tom and again I turned around and pulled down my shorts and got them over my shoes before handing them to Tom. I then slowly pulled down my panties, knowing that I was showing my ass and pussy to them, and got them off. I turned slightly towards my brother and gave him my panties and asked for my shorts back. I put my shorts back on and pulled them up and as I turned around to face them. I looked at my mother again and asked now what. I could see her mind spinning and then she said flash your tits. I pulled up my top so my breast were exposed to and jumped a little to make them jiggle, then lowered my top again. I gave a little laugh and said that was fun. I knew my mother wanted me to chicken out, so she said talk off your shorts and top and then run up to that sign and back again. This time I stayed facing everyone and pull off my top and shorts and then jogged up to the sign and back again. When I came back, I was smiling and again said this is fun and a lot cooler. I then looked at my mother and said your turn. She knew I had her and made a few excuses, then I told her you promised us. It was then that she slowly started to undress. I remained naked. My mother was a trooper and stood there as we all watched her undress. When she was done, she turned around a few times letting us all see her body. I went over to her and told her she looked beautiful then gave her a hug. I could feel her breast against mine. I said come on as I took her hand and we both ran up to the sign and back again. She had a smile on her face when we got back and said she almost forgot how much fun it was. I wiped my hand over my pussy and I was soaking wet, as I looked at my hand I said I can see why you got so hot that you wanted to have sex as I moved my hand so everyone could see. I then looked at my father and he had a tent in his shorts. I walked over to him and said to everyone it looks like dad wants to have sex as I rubbed my hand over his shorts. Not waiting for anyone to say something, I looked at my father and said your turn as I began to open his shorts. My mother watched as I pulled his shorts and underwear down. I told my mother to take off Tom's shorts. She looked at Tom and then at me again. I shook my head up and down, then Tom said it was ok. My mother knelt down and pulled off his shorts. I pulled my father over so he was standing beside my brother and then put my hand on his cock and began to stroke him. I grabbed my mothers hand and put it on my brothers cock, she immediately began to stroke him, while she was watching me. I looked at my mother, then at my father as I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock and sucked him a few times. Then I pushed my mothers head toward my brothers cock, where she opened her mouth and started to give him a blowjob. I sucked my father's cock a few more times, then stopped and pulled my mother off my brother's cock. I pulled her up and rubbed my hand over her pussy, she was soaking wet. I had her bend over and got behind her and licked her ass and pussy, she began to moan. I back away and had my brother start to fuck her as I started to fuck my father. After such an erotic experience, none of us lasted very long and we all had an orgasm. I pulled off my father then went over and sucked the cum out of my mother's pussy and then sucked my brothers cock clean while my mother watched. When I was finished and stood up, she surprised me and had me bend over and she ate the cum out of my pussy and then sucked on my father's cock. When she stood up I kissed her and we felt each others breasts. My brother and father had pulled up their pants, but my mother and I remained naked. We gathered all of our stuff and put it in our backpacks as we began walking again. We found a place off of the main trial where we all sat to have lunch. I convinced my father and brother to take off their clothes and we all were naked while we ate. After our lunch I kissed my mother again and we began to have a full make out session, then we started to eat each other out. I told my father and brother to pick and end and they knew what I wanted. My brother was fucking me and every once in a while, he would put his cock in my mothers mouth, my father was doing the same thing. After a bit, I had them change ends, and then change again after a while more. They lasted longer this time and after they both came and we had suck out the cum out of each other, we laid on the blanket for a bit. We decide to make our way back to the car. I dared my mother to remain naked till we got to the car and she accepted. We almost made it the whole way back to the car, but in the last half mile at couple came around the corner and caught us. They smiled at us as we passed them. Once at the car, my mother suggested we stay naked for the ride home. I was up for it and we did make it home with out any problems. My father pulled in to the garage and wanted us to get out with the garage door open. We both did as he asked, thank goodness none of our neighbors came by. We all cleaned up fairly quickly now that we don't need to wait for one person at a time in the bathroom. Later that night as we were all sitting around naked, I told my mother all about what has been happening and how we planned today's trip. She was a little a gasped but in the end she said it was the most fun she had in a long time and kissed me. She was especially interest in my flashing at the mall and she was looking forward to sometime with Karen. Which reminds me, Karen and I have a plan for her father.

Holly's Croupier Strip byallaboutthetease漏 The last time my lady friend Holly took her clothes off in public was as part of a private function evening at a local social club. Although it had been planned between her and my mate Rob, who was the compare for the evening, it was played out as though she was doing it on the spur of the moment as a sort of fill in for a stripper who hadn't turned up for the party. She always wanted to do it and everyone had a great time including me because we satisfied our sexual urges after her performance with a shag in her dressing room. The next time she took her clothes off would be a little different. She was still a willing participant but the guys who were watching would be under the impression she was doing reluctantly. Holly was working as a secretary for a decorating firm when she "performed" last time, which was around 6 weeks back. It was coincidental because the whole premise of her undressing was based on her being a secretary at the club who was persuaded to strip for a group of company employees (not her company). She was out of work at the time of the next adventure so the money would come in handy with the added bonus and excitement of removing her clothes in front of a lot of horny guys again. The story started while I was having a friendly drink one night in the local pub with my mate Rob, the comedian/compare. Rob mentioned to me that he was still trying to get Holly to do professionally paid striptease on a regular basis but she always seemed reluctant, only preferring to do it under special arrangements like before under the assumption that it was unplanned. He mentioned that he had been asked to do an evening job as part of a casino night which took place after a sales meeting for a group of betting shop employees, around 20 of them. At the end of a day's meeting they would have a meal in the hotel then go to a specially set up room which had a roulette table, black jack table and a crap table. It would be loosely based on Las Vegas casino as they were all in the gambling trade. Rob had suggested to the director of the company that Holly would be there, but in a capacity as a croupier, not an "entertainer". She'd be getting paid by the company but maybe a few extra gratuities would come her way as well. Rob would tell a few jokes before they started to play the tables, then one guy, who had been primed of what was to come, would suggest making a few special bets which involved Holly. The fun thing about it would be that only this individual would know about the bets, not even Holly or Rob. She knew she would eventually be getting her kit off but wouldn't know how it would be worked into the evening. After Rob had done his comedy spot Holly would arrive and work as the croupier on the black jack table, Rob the roulette and I'd do the dice. She once worked in a casino so she had some experience of black jack which meant she would look like she knew what she was doing. At some point in the evening the guy, Greg was his name, would suggest a different kind of betting game in which Holly would be the main participant.聽 The Gambling Evening The meeting was held on a Friday so no one had to worry about getting up early for work the next day. They could all leave for their respective homes after breakfast the next morning. The meeting finished around 6 o'clock and the guys went back to their hotel rooms, showered, changed and had their meal in the hotel restaurant. At around 8.30 Rob entered the restaurant and introduced himself to the group. He made small talk for minutes before asking them to join him in a back room where the gambling tables were set up. They came into the room which was quite plush, nice thick carpets, a bar, TV screen, roulette table, black jack table and for some reason a flip chart. I was there with Holly and Rob introduced us and explained to everyone that I was there as the manager of the agency who had supplied Rob and Holly for the evening. This was a lie of course but I had to wangle my way in some way to be able to see Holly disrobe later. Holly was dressed smartly but sexily in what I suppose could pass for a croupiers uniform in the fact that she wore one of those tight waistcoats that are considered to be part of the ensemble. Not exactly what you'd see in a Vegas casino, or even Blackpool for that matter, but it was certainly not obvious that she had dressed with the intention of taking off her clothes for our entertainment. Under the waistcoat she was wearing a long sleeved pink satin blouse which was buttoned to the top. Her black skirt was a tight fit and my guess was it was also satin, although I'm not expert, but it certainly had that look. Her gorgeous legs were covered in a glossy hose which was dark, possibly barely black and maybe a 10 denier appearance. Her ensemble was completed by a pair of high shiny black stilettos. No one in the room would guess that she had purposely come here tonight with the intention of performing a striptease for the lucky gents. Holly and I were busy setting up the gaming tables while the guys all sat down at the various lounge tables that were set around the room. I saw a few of them cast appreciative glances towards Holly but no more than that. When everyone was seated and supplied with drink Rob launched into his comedy spot. After around 20 minutes of jokes, a few risqu茅 ones and several anecdotes he declared it was time to, as he put it, get down to some serious gambling. He basically let everyone choose which particular game they wanted to play and it was around an even split between the three games. At this stage in the evenings proceedings only Greg knew the plan for getting Holly out of her croupiers outfit, not even Holly. So it was going to be surprise to all of us. Of course, all the other guys were totally unaware of how we would be finishing the evening off so it would be an extra special treat for them. All three games started with small amounts of betting in chip form. This carried on for a while until a few guys who had been luckier than others decided to up the ante a bit and started to increase the stakes. Holly was working professionally throughout and giving no hint of what she may be doing later. Obviously some of the guys flirted a little with her although there were a few mildly suggestive comments during the black jack games, nothing more than you'd hear in a pub bar on a Saturday night and no one went too far. After about an hour Holly said she would stand down at the table for a short while to take a breather and the games on the other two tables carried on. She left the room to pop to the ladies and when she returned she took a complimentary glass of wine from behind the bar and sat down in one of the armchairs at the side of the room. By the time she had finished her wine it was about 25 minutes since she'd closed the black jack game. She announced that she would be starting up again if there were any guys who wished to try their luck again. She was also getting a little curious as to when she was going to get the opportunity to offer the more exciting services she was looking forward to delivering. It had been well over an hour and a half since everyone had been playing the gambling tables and she thought it was rather a long time to be waiting to get down to the real entertainment. She was still unsure in what situation she would be persuaded to undress for these gentlemen. She didn't have long to wait. Holly's announcement that the black jack table would be opening again was the opportunity Greg had been waiting for. Greg stepped away from the roulette table where he had been winning on a regular basis and stood in the middle of the room holding up a couple of handfuls of betting chips. "Ok lads" he said. "I don't know about you but I've had my fill of roulette for this evening, I have won a fair bit of cash tonight but I'm prepared to offer all my winnings up to gamble on some more interesting wagers" Most of the guys looked intrigued but slightly puzzled. He gestured towards Holly. "What if we ask our lovely hostess here a few questions about herself we could have a few little wagers on what she answers" Holly knew this was the cue for what was to come. She looked at Greg in a way that indicated she was unsure what he meant and then gave an expression of puzzlement. There was a general approval that hummed around the room and several guys nodded their approval, even though they weren't 100% sure what Greg had in mind. I got the impression they were quite prepared to go along with it as it involved the lovely lady who had been dealing the cards to them for the last hour or so. "OK, that's settled then" said Greg. "Excuse me". Holly piped up. "Do I have a say in this?. What sort of questions are you intending to ask?" "Let me see" said Greg. "I've got a little list somewhere for just that I've been working on just in case things got a bit dull this evening". He fumbled in his trouser pocket. "Ah, here it is". He scanned it for a few moments and smiled a cheeky grin. "Do I get to see it?" said Holly. "Wouldn't that spoil the fun?" said Greg. "Just be sure, that they are questions only you know the answers to, and all the guys here will be more than pleased to find out". Rob then butted in to the conversation. He obviously knew where this was leading much to his delight, but of course he had to be seen to be on Holly's side as he was the so called organiser of the party. "Come on lads, is this really fair to Holly. She's been working hard all night and now you want her to get involved with something that seems a little dubious if you don't mind me saying?" "Well, I understand you sticking up for her mate, but there are only a few simple questions. What harm can it do?" Said Greg. "I'm a bit uneasy why you won't let anyone see the questions" said Rob. "Wouldn't it be polite to let the lady decide for herself?" said Greg. He looked at Holly as if for confirmation. "I suppose it would be OK as long as the questions aren't too personal" said Holly. "What about I ask one then my dear, and see how we go from there?" Greg suggested. "OK then. One question and then I can see if I want to go on" said Holly. "What do I do now?" "Well, I'll stand ready at the flip chart and ask a question. Then the guys shout out what they think you'll answer, I write their suggestions on the chart and they put their money where their mouths are by betting on what you'll say, the winner of the kitty is the one who guess's right". Greg explained. "If the guys want to gather round in a semi circle, sit down where they can, you can stand in front of them". Greg moved and stood by the board, pen in hand. The guys all positioned themselves to Greg's left, some in chairs, some standing, and Holly stood in front of them so Greg was to her left, at an angle. "OK" said Greg, "If we are all ready, here is the first question". He held up the small note in front of his face. "This one is not normally something you should ask a lady, but here goes". I was sure most of the questions would be of the same nature. Greg continued "Holly, if you would be so kind and not too embarrassed, I would like the gentlemen to guess your age". Holly looked mildly shocked but half expecting something a bit more intrusive. "Well, it's a taboo subject for most ladies but I don't mind this time" She said. She knew this was the beginning of the time during the evening which would eventually lead to her being asked to remove various items of her outfit but the first question didn't suggest what was to come. "Before you answer my dear, I need the guys to give me their guesses". Greg pointed out. Greg scribbled out the question on the flip chart then waited pen in hand for the predictions. "OK, let's hear what you think guys" Greg said. "But before you do, Holly could you please take 拢5 from every man. The closest to your age wins the lot". The group of men then proceeded to tell him their estimates at the lovely lady's age. Greg wrote them down. The estimates ranged from 23 to 30 with most in between. 27 seemed to the most popular as 6 of the guys guessed it. Greg surveyed the answers on the pad. "Well we have quite a few different guesses don't we, I wonder who is going to win the dosh?" He looked at Holly questioningly. "Holly, would you like to tell the gentlemen who wins the money?" Holly put her hand on her chin in a thoughtful pose. "Not one of you has the right answer gentlemen, but I thank you from the bottom of my heart for all of you thinking I was as young as you've said, but I'm actually 36". She told them. A chorus of disbelief went round the room. Slightly mocking comments such as "I never would have guessed" and "you look fantastic for 36". "As no-one actually guessed Holly's age correctly I think we should do a roll over" Said Greg. "Holly, are you up for another question if the guys add to the pot?" "Well, I'm not sure" said Holly. "The first question was pretty personal, although you did all guess much lower than my actual age which was very sweet of you. How can I be sure that the next question is appropriate too?" "I suppose you'll just have to let us know what you think of it when I ask it?" said Greg. "I suppose you're right" said Holly. "OK, then" said Greg, "I was going to ask you your vital statistics, and like most men, what is of most interest is the first measurement. I was going to ask in a slightly different way but first I need to confirm if you are wearing a bra?" "This is getting a bit naughty" said Holly, "But I don't see any harm really. As you'd no doubt expect I was anyway. You can probably tell from the way my blouse looks. So the answer to your question is yes, I am wearing a bra". "That's good" said Greg. "OK, for the next bet I'd like the guys to guess the exact measurement and cup size". "Getting very cheeky aren't you?" said Holly. "You think I'm going to give you the answer then do you?" "Well, if all these guys are gonna stake up some money, they'll need to know" said Greg. "I tell you what, let's see how much cash we get for the guesses and the guys can donate part of the pot to you to do with what you wish. You know a deserving charity or buy yourself a new dress or handbag"? "That sounds like a more attractive offer" said Holly. "As long as I have the final say when the money's collected". "OK" said Greg. "That sounds fair. OK guys; let's see the colour of your money". With that the men in the room dug into their wallets again and handed over their contributions to the pot to Greg. In total there was 拢150. "拢150 my dear" Greg informed Holly. "If we say 拢75 to you and the rest to the winner, how does that sound?" "I think I would be prepared to divulge the size of my bra for 拢75 gentlemen" said Holly. Greg then asked the guys for their guesses and wrote them down on the flip chart while Holly looked on with some amusement at what these men estimated to be basically the size of her tits! "Well Holly, we have a few differences in the cup size but only 3 for the actual measurement" announced Greg. "Would you be as kind as to tell us who is closest?" Holly stood in front of the chart and bent forward to study the list a little more closely. As she did the audience had a rather nice view of her tight skirt clinging to perfectly rounded derriere. Like me I'm sure most of the guys watching were wondering what delights lay beneath the tight black garment. Holly pointed to a number on the chart and announced that one particular chap had guessed both dimensions correctly. "This one is the winner, its Mike" She said. "My measurements are 36D". Mike stood up and Greg gave him his winnings from which Mike happily handed over 拢75 to the lovely Holly. A muffled round of applause was given to Mike. He sat down again and Greg turned to Holly who was still standing by the chart. "Well now Holly, that wasn't too embarrassing, was it"? Greg asked her. "You've made a nice little sum there". "I suppose not" said Holly. "How would you like to make a whole lot more?" he asked "It depends on what I have to do" she answered. "Just keep on answering questions really" Greg explained. "What sort of questions?" she replied. "Well... questions of a more personal nature" said Greg. "How much more personal can you get? You've asked a lady her age and now her boob size" said Holly. "I can think of a few more that would interest the guys" said Greg with a cheeky grin.聽 "How about some questions about your outfit?" "What's wrong with my outfit?" Holly said questioningly. "Nothing at all my dear" said Greg. "It's just we'd like to know more about it". "How much do you want to know?" "You can see what I'm wearing" Holly said. "Forgive me if I'm wrong my dear, but we can't see everything you're wearing" Said Greg. Holly looked slightly embarrassed and shocked.聽 "Whatever are you suggesting? She asked Greg. "I'm suggesting, if you are willing to participate for even greater sums of cash, that my colleagues may like to place a few more slightly daring wagers" he said. "Not sure if I like the way this is going, how daring do you mean?" asked the lovely Holly. "Well, why don't I suggest another bet and you see if you are prepared to go along with it?" said Greg. "And if I don't?" she replied. "Then we all carry on playing black jack or roulette and have a lot less fun" said Greg. Holly though for a moment about the possibility of revealing, at least verbally, aspects of her outfit and then though about making what could be a tidy sum of money on the side. "OK, I'll give it a go, but only if the money's right and in an effort to make the evening more enjoyable" she said. "That's the best news I've heard all week" said Greg. "I'm sure this party will get a lot more interesting. OK let's see where we can go from here". He took a step back from Holly and looked her up and down. "I've heard a few of the guys making some very complimentary comments about your lovely legs. I've seen them point to them and whisper things to each other. I wonder what they're whispering about?" he said to Holly. "I'm sure I wouldn't have a clue" said Holly with a wry smile on her face. "I think I can guess" said Greg. "They must be commenting on the exquisite shimmer that your hosiery is making, do you agree?" "Well I suppose they might be" said Holly "They do have this sort hi-gloss appearance. I prefer this type and they look really pretty" "I think they'd like to know more, don't you?" he asked. "Like what?" said Holly "Well I'm sure we'd all like to know what's causing the lovely glossy appearance. In other words are you a lady that prefers to go for the practicality of tights or... the easiness of hold ups. Or, fingers crossed, stockings and suspenders?" "You weren't kidding when you said more personal questions were you?" said Holly. "Do you really expect me to tell you what I have on under my skirt?" "If you want to tell us what you have on then I don't think anyone here will object" said Greg. "I thought we were only actually talking about a bit of nylon aren't we, or were you offering more?" he said with a cheeky grin.聽 "No I only meant my...my..." she hesitated, trying to be a little careful not to divulge too much about the nature of her sexy leg adornment. "My hosiery, nothing else" She deliberately put on a flustered look but secretly enjoying the sexy conversation. "Well if we can persuade you to tell us about all things nylon, then maybe there are other things we'd like to bet on" said Greg. "Isn't it worth it for a few quid? All you'll have to do is say which you prefer, no one will know if you're telling the truth" "But that's it isn't it?" she replied, "No one will know, I could say anything" "You wouldn't you really tease us like that. I'm sure you'd tell the truth wouldn't you?" said Greg. "Just let the guys have their guesses and see where we go from there, yes?" he asked Holly. "OK, I suppose so" she replied. With that Greg asked the men to offer their suggestions of what sort of leg wear was adorning Holly's gorgeous pins. Greg started to write down the guesses on the flip chart. Out of the 15 guesses 2 said tights, 10 said hold ups and the remaining 3 plumped for suspenders and stockings. Greg then turned to Holly, hand on hips "Well, my dear, are you going to let us know which of these lucky guys have guessed correctly?" he asked her. Holly started to blush. "Your cheeks appear to be a little flushed my dear" Grey said to her. "Why could that be?" Holly put her hands to her face in an attempt to cover her reddening cheeks. It had been a good plan not to tell her precisely how the events would enfold, because it made her act in a more innocent manner and made things more arousing for her audience. "It's just the thought that some of you are correct. I knew some of you would be of course, but it makes it more real now that I have to tell you" explained Holly. "You did agree to tell us as I recall my dear" said Greg. "I know, I know" said Holly shyly. "Well?" said Greg聽 "OK, OK" she said. "If I just say then that 3 of you guessed right, is that enough for you?" Holly's sexy declaration was followed by most of the guys making gestures of approval to each other and a few mildly lewd whispered comments because now we all knew how she was dressed beneath her satin skirt, or at least part of her attire. Greg looked at Holly's increasingly flushed face. "It's very nice for you to tell us my dear, and certainly a thrill to find out" He told her. Holly blushed even redder. "Not surprisingly we took a healthy sum for that particular question chaps, and I'm sure you won't object if our lovely hostess has her fair share" said Greg. With that he handed Holly a few of 拢20 notes. He paid some cash to the 3 guys who had won the bet and put another wad into an envelope on the side by the flip chart.聽 "That's for later" he said, but didn't explain what he meant by that. "You guys still have plenty of dosh left?" he asked his fellow workers. Nods and answers in the affirmative came back.聽 "Plenty left love, anything else we can bet on?" said a middle aged guy sitting at the front. Greg turned to Holly. "Well sweetheart, Mike here wants to know if there's anything we can bet on. Anything you would like to suggest for a bit of extra cash?" "I can't think of anything else" said Holly in a demure fashion trying to appear as though she really meant it. "Are you sure my dear, I think the guys could come up with a few things?" Greg questioned. "I don't what you mean" she said rather coyly, with a hint of knowing exactly what they mean. "I don't what else I can possibly think of that you can bet on."聽 Greg looked Holly up and down in a way that said I know what we'd like to bet on. Then he appeared to be focusing his gaze towards Holly's lovely rounded bottom which was beautifully encased in her very close fitting skirt.聽 "I think we're all proper gentlemen to be too suggestive my dear, but really, you can't think of anything else we place bets on?" said Greg. "No I can't, honestly" she replied. "OK, maybe I need to give some gentle hints to help you along" he explained. "Let's see. So far you've been very obliging in what you've divulged so far. Your age, which I think everybody, was pleasantly surprised at. Your vital statistics, well at least the best part of them. Also that you're a lady who like to dress somewhat provocatively in regard to certain items of clothing that us guys would not normally see. Do you agree with me so far?" he asked her. "Yes, I suppose so" replied Holly. "OK then, with reference to the said items, we were banking on that there may be there may be other things you're hiding from us under here?" he probed. He reached out and lightly tugged on the side of her skirt. Holly pulled the skirt away from his probing fingers and took a step away before putting her hand to her mouth in mocking shock.聽 "I wasn't expecting you to say something like that" she said. "I sure you weren't my dear, but do we presume correctly?" he enquired suggestively. "Sorry" replied Holly, with a puzzled look, genuinely not understanding the way Greg had phrased the question. "Let me put it another way" he started, "You're wearing something else under there besides the garment that's holding up your stockings?" 'Oh, I see" she sighed.聽 "I wondered what you meant when you said 'other things'". So you do know what I'm talking about then, you're not just teasing us?" Holly then started to put on a bit more of butter wouldn't melt in her mouth innocence act. "Well, I suppose you think I might be wearing a petticoat" said Holly. "A petticoat?" questioned Greg聽 "Isn't that something old ladies wear" he asked.聽 "I am an old lady" Holly joked. "36 isn't old. You'd pass for 25" shouted a guy from the group. Greg decided to play along with Holly's innocent act. "Can we bet on the petticoat then dear?" he asked. "I didn't say I was wearing one, I just thought you wanted to know if I am" she replied. "Well a petticoat wasn't the first thing that came to mind" he told her. "You're just teasing girl aren't you?" "No, of course not" she said a little coyly. "I thought that is what you meant". "Really?" said Greg. "You're the only one in the room who did then cos I'm sure these gentlemen weren't thinking about that" he replied. Holly looked puzzled but I could tell it was faked. She knew exactly what they were referring to but kept up the pretence a little longer. "Not a petticoat?" she asked "No" replied Greg adamantly. Trying to appear annoyed but not succeeding. "What then?" she asked, with a knowing smile. "Now I know you're just playing with us" said Greg. "Yes please" shouted Mike from the group聽 "Enough of the smut" said Greg Greg sat down on a chair a few feet away from Holly and looked at her. "It's like this my dear. When I enquired about something else you might have on under here" he started. He again lightly tugged at the hem of Holly's skirt. This time she didn't pull away. "We were referring to an item of clothing that most ladies wear underneath their skirts, considerably smaller than petticoats. Forgive me if I wrong guys, but what most men have fantasies about being described by the wearer"聽 Greg's tone was more than suggestive which left Holly in doubt what he was talking about. She slid her hands down over her waist to her hips and held her fingers loosely on the sides of her skirt where her panties would be. Then she pressed her fingertips into the front of her skirt just below the waistband precisely where they were. She looked down at her hands. "You mean these?" she said. "So you are wearing something?" he asked obviously knowing the answer. "Of course" replied Holly "What sort of girl do you think I am"? "One that's eager to please and willing to go along with the next bet" said Greg. "Can't think of what you can bet on, I've already told you I have something on, so all bets are off". She said. "Oh I don't think so my dear" said Greg. "All you've told us is what we guessed already. There's certainly one thing that I can think of that we'd like to have a flutter on". He turned to the group as if to confirm their agreement. Lots of affirmative comments came back. Holly knew what they were getting at. She knows that there's one glaring question men want to know about the item in question, but she decided to keep up the innocent act for a little longer. "What do you mean?" she probed. Greg knew she was teasing everyone on purpose so he played along too. "OK, so let's see, we both know the article of clothing we are talking about, yes?" he asked.聽 "I think we do" she said nodding her head. "Good. Now, if they thought they could get away with it, what question would any red blooded male dare to ask a lady about that particular piece of clothing?"聽 Holly knew the answer, and her expression proved to everyone they knew she did but once again she teased them by playfully raising her forefinger to her lips. "Oh, I give up, I think you're going to have to tell me" she said. I think this was the first time most of the group realised she was willing to be as naughty as they hoped she would be. "If that's want you want then, at the risk of getting my face slapped, here goes" he told her. "My dear the next bet is..............to guess what colour knickers are you wearing?" Holly raised her hands to her face in an extravagant display of mock astonishment. "Boys, boys" she exclaimed. "What a question to ask a lady. Don't you know there are some things a lady likes to keep private?" "I'm sure there are" said Greg. "But you did sort of force it out of me" he replied. "I know, I know" said Holly, still playing the surprised little girl role. "But really, I don't know. What a thing to say to a lady" Greg held his hands up as if to emphasise what he'd already said to her.聽 He then took the bull by the horns. "In the spirit of keeping the fun going, I think we should all write our guesses down, put your name by your suggestion, and then our lovely lady can decide if she really does want to enlighten us as to the shade, or shades, of her intimate attire". He told them. The expression on Holly's face suggested she could only agree to it. "Alright alright, I suppose there's no harm in you all trying to guess. It could be quite fun to hear what you think I'm wearing under here". She said. As she said it she pointed with both forefingers aimed straight at the point on the front of her skirt where her panties sat hidden enticingly beneath her skirt. "OK, guys, you heard the lady. The question is....and I'm sure there isn't one of you who hasn't thought about it. What colour knickers does she have on"? Greg passed a piece of A4 paper to the nearest guy, and he scribble down his guess, then passed it on. Holly stood there watching and smiling to herself , wondering what all these men were thinking as the sheet was passed from one guy to the next. When the last of them had written down their prediction he handed back to Greg. He read out the various guesses.聽 "OK, let see what you all think, you load of perverts. 2 of you think she is wearing black knickers, 4 say white, very virginal. We have 4 suggestions that she might be wearing a pink pair and yet another 4 again say Holly chose to put on a blue pair today. One strange person says they are orange with green spots. Who knows, he might be right. Who am I to second guess a woman?" Greg looked at Holly. "There you are. The chaps have all had a guess. I think this means you are obliged to tell who has won the bet?" A knowing smile appeared on Holly's lips. She placed a finger on her chin in a deliberate attempt to tease and look provocative. "Let me see" she said taking the slip of paper from Greg's hand. "2 of you think I have something on that matches my skirt. One of you thinks I still wear the type of knickers that I might have worn when I was still in junior school. Orange with green spots, how silly, I'm not that off the wall, what have you been drinking?" "Apart from that gentleman, I notice you've all guessed that they're one colour. Didn't you think there may be two colours, or even more?" "They've all seen a few pairs in their time, so they realise that being such a classy lady you may like to wear, shall we say, decorative lingerie" Greg answered.聽 "But I think they were just voting on the main colour. I think you're just teasing us aren't you, or are you deliberately delaying telling us?" He told her. "No, of course not" Holly replied demurely. "I suppose it's natural to go for a single colour isn't it?"聽 "I must say it's very flattering but also a little embarrassing to think all you lovely gentlemen are so interested in what I choose to wear under my uniform, I've never been asked that question at any other casino before" "It's a topic that has fascinated us guys for years my dear" said Greg. "Are you going to tell us, or are we going to have die of curiosity?" "We all have to die of something" She laughed.聽 "I suppose I shouldn't keep you in suspense like this, it's naughty of me".聽 She then grabbed a chair and placed it in front of the group and sat down and slowly crossed her legs, making sure her skirt did not ride up and reveal any of the delights hidden underneath. She wasn't about to give anyone a peek before she was ready. She continued "Gentlemen, I am happy to tell you that...." she smoothed her skirt down very deliberately and provocatively taking time to linger over the precise area where her panties would be, more or less outlining the shape of them around her hips. "Here.... the colour that is most prominent on the tiny garment beneath my skirt ......" she paused again. "Has been guessed correctly by four of you clever boys". Greg looked thoughtful for a moment. "Hang on a minute!" he exclaimed. "That means you they could be any one of three different colours".聽 "You're teasing us again aren't you, you naughty girl?" "Am I?" she asked, knowing full well she was. "You're driving us poor guys crazy, have pity on us, if we don't find out soon, I think we may have to find out for ourselves". Greg announced. "Really?" said Holly.聽 "And how would you do that?" "I'm sure the guys would think of a way" Greg replied. Holly looked shocked and disgusted but it was all an act. She was secretly hoping one of the guys would grab her, lift her skirt up and put her knickers on display to everyone. "Now I don't want you guys to get any ideas" She said. "There are ways of letting you know without the need for any unnecessary behaviour" "And what ways are those?" said Greg. "Well" said Holly, "I could just put you out of your misery and tell you." "About time too" said Greg. Holly replied "Or I could think of a more interesting way" "Such as?" replied Greg in excited anticipation. She stood up from the chair and moved it to one side. She then proceeded to turn around so she had her back to the group. She bent forward a little which made her bottom stick out. She put her right hand on her hip just above the waistband of her skirt and slowly slid it around brushing the small of her back through her blouse before it finally came to rest above the zip. She straightened her back and felt for the zips small metal slider. Once she located it she lifted it delicately with her thumb and forefinger. She provocatively played with it, flipping it up and down but without pulling at it, resisting the urge to undo the zip. "You can see this skirt is very tight. Its part of a new croupier's uniform. I haven't worn it before, it may be a bit tricky, and I can't really see what I'm doing but...." she paused for maximum effect. All the guys had shifted forward in their seats when Holly had turned around. It was the first time they'd seen her properly from the rear and it was a delightful sight.聽 She continued. "I suppose I could try my best to tug at this a little bit" she wiggled the slider again. "And....if I move my hand gently downwards the zip will slowly unfasten and the two pieces of my skirt will gradually separate. That way you might then be able to get an answer to your cheeky question"聽 Some of the guys were now visibly drooling and more than one or two had visible signs of stiffness in their crotch region. Not that I was looking, but it was becoming rather obvious considering the view and the enticing language from Holly.聽 "Then only problem is... I am kind of worried that because the skirt is so tight it might be difficult to do it on my own. I don't want to break the zip. This outfit is on hire and I'd have to pay for any damages" she explained. "You could just pull it up love" One guy called out, followed by a chorus of approval from the rest. "But I can't you see" Holly continued "It's even too tight to do that. The only way is to unzip it. What about if I give a go and see how far I can get the zip down. If it looks like I'm having trouble I'll let you know. Is that alright with you fellas?" Again, the response was loud in the affirmative. "OK here goes" she said, taking hold of the slider again.聽 She purposely bent forward again. She really didn't need to because it would be easier to undo the zip if she stood up straighter, but it enhanced her gorgeously rounded bum to full effect. She played with the tiny metal clasp and gave a gentle tug and the whole room heard that sexy sound that is exciting to any red blooded male of a ladies zip is being engaged down signalling the imminent removal of a dress or a skirt. She drew the zip down about an inch, and although it seemed to be working fine she abruptly stopped its southward movement. Her enraptured audience who were holding their breath in anticipation then gave a huge collective sigh of disappointment. "No I don't think I can do it myself without getting it stuck and damaging the zip" She told them. "I can't reach behind and still do it properly, the skirt is too tight" "What do we do now then?" said Greg "You're going to have to resort to plan A and just tell us" "But that wouldn't nearly as much fun as plan C" she told him. "Plan C?" Greg questioned "Yes, plan C" she said聽 "Where I ask one of you gentlemen to help me" "But you said you can't reach round to pull it down, how's that going to help?" said Greg. "Oh, I was thinking whoever volunteers can unzip me all the way down not just this tricky bit at the top" she explained. With that statement from Holly, every one of the gentlemen in the room voiced their willingness to volunteer, and loudly. Well nearly every one. Holly took a step back in mock surprise.聽 "My my so many volunteers" she said looking at the eager faces of the horny group in front of her. She then noticed a guy, probably in his early twenties who hadn't been so keen to put his hand up, looking a little shy. This was Kevin. Kevin worked in a betting office as a clerk behind the front desk. He still lived at home with his mother at the age of 24. He'd never had a girlfriend. When the guys in the shop had nights out he always left early and always drank soft drinks, never alcohol. He was big into Sci-Fi movies and he was still a virgin. Kevin was still interested in women though. He looked at porn on the internet and bought occasional DVD's. Some of the older women who came into the shop liked to talk to him and maybe mother him a little. The 2 young girls who worked part time in the shop teased him a bit, not sexually, but made fun of the fact that he still lived at home. They weren't cruel but all the same it made Kevin even more introverted. Even though she'd never met him before, Holly had spotted Kevin's demeanour during the evening and guessed he was somewhat nervous and probably uncomfortable even being at the party. This was her cue to give him a thrill and make all the other guys jealous of shy little Kevin. "OK, OK" Holly called out.聽 "I didn't think there would be such a big reaction to that proposal". "Are you joking?" said Greg.聽 "I'm surprised they all didn't just try to rip your skirt off without being asked"聽 "I don't know how you're going to choose from so many eager guys". "It needs to be someone who will do it carefully and gently. I think I know who would be best" said Holly. She pointed at Kevin who was desperately trying not to be noticed.聽 "This young man is going to be my choice" she announced. With that Kevin looked extremely nervous and shook his head聽 "No, not me, let one of the other guys do it please, I don't mind" he told her. "No, no, young man, it's you I want, come on" she said. She reached and took his hand. He reluctantly stood up and she led him to the chair she had been sitting on earlier. She picked up the chair and positioned it at an angle in order to make sure the whole group could see his expression as well as get a good look at the focus of his attention, namely the slow reveal of Holly's unmentionables. The crowd started to make a few comments about Kevin's nervous and inexperience nature. "You know he's never been kissed" was one, and "Be careful he doesn't embarrass himself love, he's likely to come over all excited. If you know what I mean" Holly's response was to sit Kevin down tell him not be to be nervous, they are only jealous because they'd rather be sitting where you're sitting.  "I'm sure you've undone a zip before, haven't you?" she asked him. "Of course I have, on my trousers and jackets" Kevin replied. "Well, there's not much difference is there?" she replied sympathetically. She realised his statement meant this was probably the first time he'd been asked to remove an article of clothing from a woman. "My zip is probably a bit easier. Do you want to try then?" Kevin had that look of a man who had just been asked to wrestle a crocodile rather being asked by a gorgeous lady to help her out of her skirt. "I suppose so" he replied nervously. "OK" said Holly "Let me help you to get started. Can you see the little metal bit at the top?" "I can see it" said Kevin. "OK, it's probably easier if you grip it with your thumb and forefinger, give it a try" She said. Kevin leaned forward in his chair, at the same time Holly jutted her bottom towards him. Kevin reached for the metal slider and gently took it in his finger and thumb. "Have you got hold of it?" Holly asked. "Yes, it's very small" said Kevin "I know that's why I need you to help. I couldn't grip it very well" she told him. "You can start to pull it down now, but be careful, take it slowly, I don't want the zip to break. Let me just hold the waistband tighter, it might make it easier to slide it down". Kevin gave the zipper a gentle tug. It worked. The two sides of Holly's extremely tight fitted skirt would shortly be parting and lucky Kevin would be able to feast his eyes on the delicious treasures hidden underneath. "That's it" exclaimed Holly. Delighted than Kevin had managed to start the zipper on its journey south, and delighted that she would be able to show her lingerie to all who wished to see it, which was everyone in the room, of course. "Before you go any further I need to get this blouse out the way. It's tucked tightly down there and it will make it even harder for you"  The unfastening of the zip made it easier for her to slip her hands under the skirt and gently pull the tails of her blouse free. She held hem of the blouse away from the skirt so it didn't get in the way of Kevin's while he unzipped her.  "Now if you pull it down really slowly, you'll be able to see everything I have on underneath one piece at a time" She told him. By now Holly's audience were almost drooling with sexual anticipation as they watched the lucky Kevin do his best to give them what they wanted to see. The focus was now on Kevin fingers and the sights he was about to reveal. He gave the zip another little tug and drew it down just enough to expose a delicate ruffle of pink lace. His finger brushed the pretty fabric. As the zip moved further down it showed the full width of the garment. Holly's frilly suspender belt. Kevin felt his manhood stiffen. His continued to pull the down the zipper.  When the suspender waist band was fully uncovered her bare skin came into view.  The sight of her bare back soon was joined by another line of trimmed lace. This was the moment of truth. Everyone was about to discover the answer to the question Holly had been keeping from them until now.  The trim was a little less elaborate as the one on her suspender belt but when he saw it Kevin's cock stiffened again. He knew he was now staring straight at a real live woman's knickers for the first time, and best of all, she was still wearing them.  The colour of the trim matched the suspender belt and as Kevin drew the zip down further the rest of Holly's panties came into view. Everyone could now see that they were almost transparent but the colour was unmistakably of soft shade of pink.  The soft material clung to the peach shaped contours of her lovely bottom. Kevin continued to tug on the zip until it reached the underside of her cheeks and completely revealed the delicious rear view of this sexy lady in her even sexier knickers. What this meant, of course, was 4 of the guys knew had guessed the correct colour of Holly's panties. However not one of them made any comments about the bet. I guess they'd all forgotten about it as they concentrated on the little striptease being given by Holly and with help from her assistant Kevin. "Is the zip all the way down" Holly asked Kevin.  "Yes, I think so" he replied completely mesmerised by the sight of Holly's bum stretching the tight panties over her rounded cheeks. Holly held the top of the skirt and gave it a little push. It slid downwards over her thighs, rustling against the nylon of her sheer stockings as it made its way to the floor and landed in a black satin puddle at her feet.  She stepped out of it and turned to face the group who gave a loud cheer and several wolf whistles as they all finally saw the lovely lady standing there in her revealing lingerie. Kevin's eyes were at the same height as Holly's lap. He was staring straight at her pantie covered pussy. The front of the panties were decorated with a flowery pattern over a fine pink lacy mesh with a tiny pink rose in the centre just below the waistband.  They clung to her contours in a perfect v shape outlining the delights beneath. Kevin could make out the feint line of her neatly trimmed bush through the mesh. He tried not stare but it was difficult considering it was the first time he'd been this close to a woman's pussy. He could even make out the aroma of her womanly scent emanating from inside the dainty garment. Was she as turned on as the guys watching her?  Holly's matching suspender belt was also now in full view showing the taut pink satin straps holding up her black glossy nylon stocking also trimmed with lace at the top.  "I might as well remove this too" said Holly, as she played with the tails on her blouse.  She slipped off her waistcoat and then proceeded to undo the four buttons on her blouse. As she did she coyly glanced up at her audience when each one in turn was popped open. When the last button was unfastened she slowly drew the two halves of the silky covering apart deliberately taking her time to uncover her two delectable mounds underneath. She had always been proud of her boobs, and they were something to be proud of! A pair of 36D domes which stretched her matching pink lace half cup bra to its full capacity. How they didn't spill over the top of the cups was a miracle. The bra looked like it was made for a much smaller pair, more like a size 34. Another couple of millimetres and her pert nipples would've been resting on the edge of the cups rather than poking like two bullets through the satin. She slipped the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms and held it in her fingers in front of her, cocking her hips saucily before dropping it on the floor. There was loud applause from all corners of the room as Holly stood before them posing like a real stripper. Greg looked at Holly. "Thank you my dear, I'm sure everyone in the room is giving you a standing ovation" Holly blushed, and even though she was standing before them in her lingerie it was a genuine look of embarrassment at Greg's comment. Kevin also looked embarrassed at Greg's words and Holly noticed his bashfulness. Greg wasn't about to let the exciting entertainment come to an end just because they'd found out the colour of Holly's knickers. "Are you going to taking anything else off my dear?" he asked her. Although Holly had been prepared, and expecting, to disrobe in front of these horny guys she was slightly shocked at Greg's question. She appeared a little flustered but composed herself.  "Take anything else off? I'm a croupier not a striptease artist you know" she said. "Well, you're doing a pretty good impression of one if you don't mind me saying" said Greg. "If we made it worth your while, would you consider carrying on?" he said with a cheeky grin. "I didn't expect to go this far, it's only because you needed to win your bet that I asked this nice young man to help me remove my skirt" she replied "No one asked you to reveal your top half" was Greg's response. "No I guess not, but it seemed silly not to, especially as I'd just taken off my skirt" she told him. "You still haven't said whether you'd continue with your little performance for us have you?" he asked again. "Well, you haven't said how you would make it worth my while" she said saucily. Greg looked at the guys and gestured to them to dip into their wallets. "Come on guys, I think the lady expects us to show how much we'd appreciate it if she took off something else, and let's face it there isn't much left to take off, one more item might just give us a titillating sight, if you know what I mean". There was a frantic scrambling of hands diving into their pockets and wallets and quickly they'd collected what looked like over £200. Greg took the cash from them and waved it at Holly. "Look at this lot my dear. You can't say the guys aren't eager see more" he told her. "What do you think? Is it enough to persuade you?" "That's certainly a generous donation boys" she replied.  "Just exactly what are trying to persuade me to do?" "I'd say they're hoping it's enough for you to take off something else" said Greg and with that he stretched out his arm and cheekily snapped one of the shoulder straps on Holly's bra. Holly shook her shoulders when he did. Not in an effort to show her dislike of what he did but rather than to emphasise her boobs jiggling up and down in her undersized bra. I think this was the sign that she was seriously ready to remove her lacy adornment. She slipped one thumb on each hand under the straps at the front and gave them a little provocative pluck.  "Is all this for me?" she said coyly staring at the wad of twenties in Greg's hand. "It is my dear" said Greg  "But it's only yours when it's in return for this" and he this time slipped a finger under the side of her bra and caressed her smooth skin beneath. "Well if that's the only way I'm going to get my hands on it then I don't have much choice do I?" she told him. The crowd now held their collective breath; this was the moment they'd all been waiting for. Holly shifted her pose and stood with her legs apart and hands on her hips. She bent forward and the waist which thrust her boobs out and made them look even bigger than their 36D. She cupped them with both hands in their frilly cups and jiggled them up and down. "Oops" she giggled as one of her tits threatened to pop out of there pretty holster.  "We must do it properly" she told them. She raised herself up and again then slowly pushed each shoulder strap down one at a time until they were hanging loose across her lower arms. She then bent forward slightly. This made it possible for her to reach behind and locate the clip on the back of her bra. The room was silent but everyone heard the sound of the metal fastening being undone.  The tightness of the bra suddenly loosened and the cups began to slide forward down the slopes of her magnificent melons. She caught the cups just before they reached her nipples. Her eyes moved from her flimsy hanging cups and she flicked her gaze up to her entranced audience. She gave a saucy knowing smile, the sort that says "get ready boys". Then she gently and very deliberately lifted each finger away one at a time until all only one finger on each hand held the bra over her boobs. Then she daintily lifted the last 2 fingers and her bra floated down to the floor like a delicate ribbon of pink lace. Holly stood upright and hands on hips and proudly thrust her beautiful fleshy globes out for all to see and followed it by grabbing them firmly and jiggling them up and down for good measure. Laud applause came from all corners with whistles and cheers galore. "More, more, more" cried the audience.  "Oh no, this is as far as I go" said Holly. "These are staying where they are" she said, slipping her fingers into the waistband of her panties but making sure they didn't move. A collective sigh of disappointment went round the room. "However, there is one way I might be persuaded to peel them off, but they can only be touched by someone who themselves are untouched"  She was now as aroused as all the guys in the room. The pale pink of her pantie crotch was showing signs of darkening as her juices began to dampen the soft nylon.  Numerous bugles had begun appearing in the crotches of her enthralled admirers, including young and innocent Kevin. He had more than enough reason to get excited while helping Holly out of her skirt and it showed.  He was still sitting at the front and Holly had noticed the swelling in his loose fitting trousers in the last few minutes. She had the feeling he was a virgin. Her eyes widened as his manhood grew and grew. She figured it must be at least 10 inches. He might be a virgin but he was packing an impressive weapon. Such a pity no woman has yet to savour its delights. Her goal was to be the first which is why she said what she said. "Is anyone here untouched?" she asked knowing full well that Kevin was the likely candidate. Some guys shouted out that they were but she knew the truth. Kevin was looking sheepish and keeping silent. Everyone knew he was a virgin but they didn't want him to be Holly's prize. That would make him the envy of them all. Holly reached out and took Kevin's hand. "Come with me my sweet" she said. "Let's go somewhere a bit more private". She grabbed her long coat and slipped it on, not forgetting to pick up her discarded skirt blouse, skirt and bra. She handed them to Kevin to carry for her. The evening was over for all except Holly and Kevin. Soon they arrived at a hotel room door. Holly had booked it for the night, not wanting to drive home after the party. They stepped inside and Holly poured them both a glass of wine from the mini bar.  "Here, drink this" she said. "It will settle your nerves". Kevin was trembling wondering what was in store for him. He was soon to find out. She led him towards the bed and she stood with her back against the end of the bed. "I stopped my little performance out there after they all persuaded me to remove my bra. I'm still more than happy to carry on but I want do it in private away from all those noisy men" she explained in a seductive voice.  "And I want you to help me" Kevin was trembling, he stood transfixed starring at Holly, still wrapped in her fake fur coat. He'd never had an offer like this in his life, and now here he was with a real live gorgeous woman actually asking him to help her remove her clothes, what she had left of them. Holly then slipped the coat off her shoulders and undid the four buttons holding it together. Then she slowly opened the coat and Kevin was faced with the mesmerising site of her standing there as she was back in the hotel suite a few minutes before, wearing her matching lace pink suspender belt, tight pink knickers and glossy black stockings. "If I was an actual stripper, I guess I would sit on a chair and take off my stockings one by one and leave these until last" she said running her fingers along the edge of her pretty panties. "But I'm not, so I think I'd just prefer to slip out of these panties and leave the stockings on". She told him.  "Would you like to help me?" she asked. What a stupid question, of course he would.  Kevin grinned "That would be fabulous" he said. "Come on then" she said crooking her finger to beckon him to get up closer. When Kevin was standing in front of her almost close enough that her nipples were almost touching his chest through his shirt, she pushed him down by his shoulders until he was on his knees and starring directly at the tantalising vee shape of her panties. Kevin mouth was dry. He was as excited as he had ever been in his life. Holly saw the bulging impression his cock was making at the front of his trousers.  She smiled to herself at the considerable swelling. Her pussy juices started to flow as she imagined this being the first woman to feel the length of this healthy young virgin's manhood.  "Now, take a grip on the waistband" she instructed him.  Kevin held the lacy edging at her hips with thumb and forefinger.  "When you're ready you can take them off me" said Holly. Kevin's face was flush with excitement as he delicately drew the tight nylon garment down. As he did so the thin strip of dark thatch above Holly's slit appeared.  He continued easing the panties over her hips until his gentle tugging needed a little more effort. Holly's pussy was now quite moist. It was obvious that the cotton gusset was clinging to her lips with her wetness. "Ooh, I'm a little damp down there aren't I"? She said.  "Naughty me, just keep going, they'll soon peel away and you can slide them off completely" Kevin looked up at Holly as if to confirm she really meant it. She nodded to him to carry on. Still holding the edges lightly at each side he continued to pull the tiny garment downwards. Holly was correct, her sticky gusset slipped out her soaking snatch with hardly any effort at all. Kevin eyes first fixed on the panties cotton gusset which now had a distinct impression where it had been almost glued to her slippery furrow. His eyes soon focused on the glistening pussy right in front of him. His dick was now straining at his zip. Holly reached down and ran her fingers over the large bulge at the front of his trousers.  "My my, he looks like he needs to be free" she said.  Then she carefully drew his zip over the large swelling. When his trousers were loose enough to fall away around his knees she reached into his boxers and wrapped her fingers around 9 inches of his pulsating knob. She pushed his boxers over the top of his huge pole and they fell to the floor. "I think he's about ready to go on a journey" she seductively cooed into his ear. "What do you mean?" asked Kevin. "I mean, he's ready to go on a journey to the pink tunnel of delights" she said with a giggle in her voice. She then sat down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. Her pussy beautifully on display. "Come here" she said beckoning him to stand between her open thighs. Kevin rose from his knees, his dick pointing straight out ready for action.  "Let me help you" whispered Holly, and she took hold of his manhood and rubbed it along the wet opening to her pussy. Still holding his cock in one hand she reached around and grabbed his bum cheek and pushed him closer to her. As he did the head of his stiff dick slipped inside the pretty folds of Holly's muff and travelled the length of her velvety shaft. "OOOH that's it!" she cried. "Now you can carry on doing the work while I lie back and enjoy the ride. Thrust it in and out, as much as you like" Even though it's was the first time he'd experienced the warm feel of a pussy around his dick there was now no stopping Kevin, his inhibitions took a back seat. All he wanted to do was ram his cock inside this gorgeous lady until he filled her up with his creamy fluid. He didn't hold back. He pounded her pussy for all his worth, slamming it in out of her sticky beaver. A virgin dick certainly had a mind-blowing effect on Holly.  "Yes, yes, yes" she screamed. "Fuck me hard, ooh that's unbelievable, you're really screwing my soaking pussy"  Her gorgeous melon shaped tits bouncing up and down as he hammered into her. Kevin couldn't hold out too long, he was a virgin until a few minutes ago after all.  "Oh Oh, I think I'm coming" he shouted. "What shall I do?" "Shoot that lovely cream and fill up my pussy" screamed Holly.  That did it for Kevin. His cock exploded into a torrent of gooey cum filling Holly's deep pink shaft to the brim. Soon it was oozing out and leaking onto her thighs and over the black nylon of her stockings. "My my, what a big load" she said.  "It not all yours either, you made me cream myself as well you clever boy". "That was incredible" said Kevin. "Can we do it again?" "Well" said Holly. "You'll have to wait until I decide to do another strip" "When will that be. I want to be there" he replied. "Who knows" said Holly.  "I don't just do it for anyone you know. Now off you go, get dressed and maybe you'll get the chance to see me perform somewhere soon.  With that she ushered him out of the room and went to run a shower. She'd had a good fucking and showed her fabulous body off once more.  Hopefully she would get to do it again soon but on her terms as usual.

Hypnotism changes Paige's Life by Vanessa Evans Author’s Notes: This fictional story is about an 18 year old young man who has to become the guardian of his 12 year old step sister who has withdrawn from social life due to the shock of losing her parents. The young man uses hypnotism, exhibitionism and masturbation to turn the girl into a fun loving, happy girl. I am not an expert on hypnotism so please don’t let my ignorance spoil the story. Other than the above, there is next to no sex in this story until the later parts. V *** Part 01 The Jones family were your average family before everything suddenly changed. Both Mr. and Mrs. Jones were on their second marriage, she had brought a girl, Paige now 12, to the new family and he had brought 2 boys, Harry now 18 and George now 17, to the new family. Mr. Jones was successful business man running his own company and they lived in a mortgage free big house with its own little swimming pool, on the outskirts of a big city. The kids were doing well at school and Harry had just been accepted into a good university to study business studies with a view to going into the family business. Everything went well after their marriage and the kids got on well. Things were going so well that during the summer that everything had changed, Harry had been tasked with looking after his siblings whilst their parents went on a belate honeymoon to the continent that they both had always been fascinated by, South America. The plan was that Mr. and Mrs. Jones would tour the South American countries and video call the kids every couple of days to check that everything was okay back at home and to update the kids on what they had been doing. Everything went well for the first couple of weeks then the calls just stopped. Harry, George and Paige weren’t worried at first, just assuming that their parents were in an area where they couldn’t get a WiFi signal. But after a week with no calls they started to get a little worried. Harry phoned Ben Stoddard, his father’s right hand man, and updated him on the situation. Ben tried to reassure Harry telling him that he was sure that everything was okay and that it was probably just a communications issue, but as soon as the phone call terminated he got someone to start making phone calls to try to find the missing couple. After another couple of days Harry went to the local police station to report his parents as missing. The police too tried to reassure Harry with the same logic that Ben Stoddard had used but at the same time told Harry that they would follow-up with enquiries to the British Foreign Office. George and Paige were also concerned, Paige more so than George who accepted that it was just a communications problem. After yet another week the concern was almost overwhelming, Paige was almost in tears most of the time, the police enquiries had drawn a blank and so had Ben Stoddard. When Harry went to visit him he told Harry that he had hired a private detective in Chile to try to trace the couple. All that anyone so far had managed to find out was that they checked-out of a hotel on their planned date and had left the name of the hotel that they planned to go to in their next planned city on their tour. They had never arrived at that hotel and no one could shed any light on the disappearance. No hospital admissions, no ransom demands and no reported accidents involving British nationals. By the end of the first week in September everyone was fearing the worst. Poor Paige was the worst hit, she even started going to Harry’s bed at night for comfort saying that she didn’t want to be alone. She’d cuddle up to him and eventually go to sleep with an arm over Harry and holding her favourite stuffed toy. Harry called a little family meeting and announced that everyone was assuming the worst and that they would never see their parents again. After consoling Paige for about an hour the meeting resumed and Harry told Paige and George that he was declining his university application and staying at home to look after Paige and George. George asked about money, having recently realising that he’d relied on his father for everything. Harry had reassured both his siblings saying that he was sure that, one way or another, everything would be okay. The next day he went to see Ben Stoddard to discuss the next steps, the house and money. When he told Ben about his plans to forego university and look after his siblings Ben had agreed to get the company solicitor to organise a guardianship order to make Harry the legal guardian of Paige and George. As for money, Ben told Harry that both his parents had taken out million pound life insurance policies, just in case. The police knew about the policies but accepted that there was no intended fraud. The problem was that when a person goes missing they are not assumed to be dead for 7 years after they go missing so the insurance company wouldn’t pay out for another 7 years. Ben had also discussed the company’s ownership with the company solicitor and had been told that both parent had made new wills when they married and that their children would inherit everything. Harry had asked Ben what the position with the company was for the next 7 years and was told that everything would just continue as is, except that his father’s income would be redirected to Harry’s bank account so that he had money for living. Harry had also told Ben that he would like to start working part-time at the company so that he could learn the business that would, in 7 years, become one third his, but not until things has settled down at home. Harry, Ben and the company solicitor discussed the more mundane aspects of Harry’s new role and the solicitor agreed to get his staff to make all the necessary arrangements. Harry would start using his father’s Mercedes SUV and George would use Harry’s Mini, both on the company Insurance. Everything organised, Harry went home and told his brother and step sister. That night, when Paige came to his bed to curl up next to him, Harry tried to persuade her to return to her bed but she wasn’t having any of it. Life started to settle down into routines, Harry went to Paige’s school and explained everything to the head teacher and was told that Paige was a brilliant student and had been getting a straight ‘A’ across all the academic subjects but was not doing any where near as well in the practical subjects. This didn’t really worry Harry as his step sister is a really beautiful young girl, blonde hair, slim figure and, when he thought about it, a beautiful face; and her chest was showing signs of growing little breasts. Again when he thought about it he could easily envision her turning out to be a blonde bombshell. Life for George and Paige got back into the school routine with George studying a lot due to impending, important exams. Paige however, withdrew into herself and kept herself to herself, shunning the few friends that she had at school. Harry quickly adapted to performing father, mother, brother and best friend roles for Paige who had started clinging to him like a limpet mine, and a guidance role for George who, fortunately, took the situation very seriously and responsibly. One evening just before Christmas, after Paige had gone to bed Harry and George discussed Paige. Harry told George what her head teacher had told him about how Paige was getting on and both young men agreed that Paige was acutely short of common sense, the ability work things out, and self confidence. They both agreed that she was developing into quite a beauty, and that she would soon have to learn how to fend off boys that would be wanting to get inside her knickers. George joked that one way to do that would be to stop her wearing any knickers all the time. That comment got Harry thinking and he discussed his thoughts with George. You see, before all the upheaval Harry had developed an interest in hypnotism. Both brothers jokingly discussed what hypnotism could do for Paige and that it could build Paige’s self confidence by getting her to stop wearing clothes at home, and taking George’s joke one stage further getting her to stop wearing knickers altogether. George then joked that they could stop her wearing a bra if she ever got any tits that were big enough to need one. “Hell Harry,” George said, “she’s that gullible and you could tell her to stop wearing knickers because it was bad for her health and she’d believe you.” “Actually, not wearing knickers is the healthy option.” Harry said. “You know that she doesn’t wear knickers under her nightie don’t you?” “No, how do you know?” “Just before, mum and dad disappeared, Paige and mum were in the kitchen one morning when I went to see about getting some breakfast, Paige was sat on one of the chairs with her feet up, flat on the chair. Her nightie had bunched up and her pussy was on display. Mum told her to put her feet on the floor and that she’d have to have a talk with her about being a lady. The other thing about that morning was that Paige had a bit of string sticking out from her pussy so I guess that I won’t have to have a talk with her about periods. The other way that I know that she doesn’t wear knickers under her nightie is that a couple of times when I’ve woken up and she’s been beside me in bed is that she must have been tossing and turning and her nightie had bunched up around her waist. She was cuddling up to me with one leg over me and her bare pussy was pressing against my thigh. She was all wet as well.” “Wow, there’s still hope for the kid.” Although it all started as a joke, the more they talked about hypnotism the more they liked the idea and George asked Harry if it could really work, and if he could actually hypnotise her. “I’d have to do a lot more reading, and do some experiments, but I’m sure that I could do it.” Harry had replied. They both downed another bottle of beer in silence as they thought about the idea. After that night George just forgot about the idea, but Harry didn’t. He was concerned about his step sister’s ability to look after herself and to do that she would need more self confidence. He started reading. When the Christmas school holidays started Harry conducted his first experiment on Paige telling her that it was just an experiment and that no harm would come to her and that if he did actually managed to hypnotise her he wouldn’t be able to make her to anything that she didn’t want to do. Paige readily accepted Harry’s reassurances and added that she’d do whatever he asked. The experiment started with Harry talking softly to her and telling her to think about absolutely nothing. Remembering what he had read, Harry slowly talked Paige down into a deep sleep like trance. Then he told her that she had to do whatever he told her if he said the words ‘Simple Simon says’ before the instruction He re-iterated that it had to be an instruction from him and no one else. He repeated this a few times then decided that he had to give her a couple of ‘trigger’ words, one that would put her into what he called her ‘receptive’ mode and one that would snap her out of it. He chose ‘Sprouts’ to put her in receptive mode and ‘Mango’ to snap her out of it, and added that when he did say the word ‘Mango’ she would wake-up remembering nothing and wanting a mango shake, which is her favourite milkshake. After repeating everything that he’s told her so far, he said the word ‘Mango’. Paige’s head immediately shot up, she smiled then asked Harry if he’d bought any mangos when he’d been to the supermarket. Then she asked him when he was going to start his experiment. Harry was so happy that he went to the kitchen and made her a mango shake. He waited until the milkshake was finished then he said, “Sprouts.” Paige’s head immediately dropped and she looked like she was asleep. Harry was happy but he knew that he’d have to repeat all the instructions a few times to get her brain used to accepting instructions from him. He repeated everything that he’d done 4 more times, each time adding a simple instruction like ‘lift your right arm for 5 seconds’. The experiment was going well and Harry was pleased with himself but it was time to get her under and give her an instruction that she would comply with on a permanent basis, in and out of her hypnotic state. In other words, brainwash her into a new way of doing something and to be happy with HER new choice. But what could he get her to do? What could he instruct her to do that would be a relatively small thing to do, but at the same time could be repeated over and over, possibly for the rest of her life, and her accept it as though it was a perfectly normal thing to do that she would be happy doing it? Well, in the past both him and George had had lots of ideas but there was only one thing that he could think of at that point in time. It was late afternoon and Paige had just got back from school and George was at a mate’s house playing electronic games. They were alone and not expecting anyone to arrive until George later that evening. What’s more, Harry knew that Paige had nothing planed for that evening, or for the rest of the school holidays. “Sprouts.” Harry said and Paige’s head dropped. “When you wake up you will tell me that you are going to your room to get ready for bed even though it is early. You will say that it’s more comfortable for you and that you will be staying at home all evening. In your room you will take your clothes off, all of them, just as you normally would when getting ready for bed. Instead of putting a nightie on you will decide that you no longer want to wear nighties, that you want to sleep in the nude. So from now on your ready for bed outfit is just your birthday suit. What’s more, whenever you think about anyone seeing you naked you will no longer be embarrassed. In fact you will be proud of your body and if someone looks at you when you are naked or partially naked you will not make any attempt to cover yourself. Being seen naked will make you happy. Repeat what I have just told you Paige.” Paige did, almost word for word, just changing it from the third person to the first person. “Mango.” Paige’s head went up and she smiled at Harry. “Won’t be long, then I’ll help you get the tea ready.” With that Paige got up off the sofa and almost skipped out of the room. Harry had mixed feelings as he watched her skirt sway from side to side as she disappeared. He was nervous wondering if the hypnotism would work. Had he done it right? Had he gone too far for Paige’s first real test? His nervous wait wasn’t too long and he heard Paige coming down the stairs. As she walked into the lounge he was that she was totally naked. “I hope you don’t mind Harry, but I’ve decided that I’m too old to be wearing nighties so this is how I’m going to sleep every night.” “Err no Paige, whatever you are happy with.” “You’ve never seen me naked before have you, do you think that I look good?” With that she did a 360 twirl in front of him. “Wow Paige, you really have grown up; you’re going to grow into a very beautiful beautiful young woman, you should be proud of the way that you look. Maybe you should consider a career as a model.” “My tits will have to grow a lot more before I even think about that, but they have started growing.” With that Paige put her hands on her miniscule tits then pulled on her nipples. “These aren’t doing too bad are they?” “Coming along nicely. Now what shall we have for tea?” Harry said as he wondered if he’d done the right thing and if it would last. Had he done the hypnotism right? Would he need to ‘top it up’ sometime? Any misgivings disappeared as he watched her cute little butt disappear into the kitchen. “Yes she is growing up.” He thought as he got up and followed her. Paige wanted a pizza for tea so she got one out of the freeze, bending over to do so. Harry was stood on the other side of the kitchen and his eyes automatically focused on her butt as she bent over. He gasped when he saw her pussy. He’d been expecting to see just a slit but her vulva was developing nicely and there was a little nub of flesh where her tiny clit was pushing its hood out of her slit. “Are you alright Harry?” Paige asked, “that was a funny noise that you just made.” “Yes, I’m fine. Do you want to put that in the oven?” “Okay, you did say that I’d have to start doing more about the house.” Harry watched his step sister read the pizza box label the put the pizza in the oven and set it as per the instructions. “This need to go in the recycling bin doesn’t it?” She said holding the box up.” “Yes, I’ll take it.” “No it’s okay, I’ll take it. I’ve been outside in my nightie before.” As Paige opened the door and disappeared outside Harry thought, “This wasn’t quite what I expected, did I do something wrong?” He didn’t get the chance to think about it because Paige returned then did what she often did when she was in the kitchen with her mother, jump up on one of the worktops and sit with her legs hanging over the front. The most convenient worktop was opposite Harry and that’s where she chose, standing with her back to it and jumping up. As she did so, her legs spread a bit and she was left with her butt perched on the front edge with her feet spread. This was as she normally sat on the worktop but in the past she was wearing either jeans, shorts or a knee length skirt. Harry’s eyes were instantly drawn to her slightly spread pussy. “So Paige,” Harry said, “we have something more important than housework to discuss, we haven’t planned anything for Christmas. You’re old enough now to know what you want from Santa.” “You mean you and George, I stopped believing in Santa years ago.” “Yes, okay, but what do you want?” “I want mummy back.” Paige replied, Harry saw a tears start to form in her eyes, and without thinking he stepped over to her and put his arms round her. In doing so he’d gone between her legs which she automatically spread wider to accommodate Harry’s width. Paige automatically wrapped her legs around his waist as she pulled herself to Harry, her head on his shoulder as she sobbed. “I know Paige, I want them back too but there’s virtually no chance of that happening, we just have to accept that and move on.” “I know but it’s not easy.” “I know, I know.” Harry’s arms had automatically gone round Paige and his hands were resting on her lower back, her bare lower back. As she hugged him and pressed her body against his, his hands automatically slid up and down her back, and down to her bare butt. Paige leaned forward catching Harry off-guard and as he stepped back to get some balance, Paige hung on tightly, causing Harry to support her under her bare butt. As Harry stood there holding Paige her sobbing started to slow. “Down you get Paige.” Harry said. “No not yet. You holding me helps me feel a bit better.” They stayed like that until Paige completely stopped crying and lifted her head. “Sorry bro, I didn’t mean to do that.” She said as first Paige then Harry loosened their grip and she slid to her feet. “That’s okay Paige, I find it comforting as well. I really miss them as well.” Paige sniffed, took a deep breath then jumped back up onto the worktop. “So bro, what are you going to get me for Christmas?” “What do you want, apart from the obvious.” “Well I could do with some more clothes and makeup.” “Then that’s what I’ll get you. We’ll go shopping on Monday, or do you want to go on your own, you’re a big girl now.” “Can you come with me, I feel better when you’re around.” “Sure, no problem, anything for you.” That said, Harry wasn’t looking forward to going shopping for clothes, especially girls clothes; but that was part of the role that he’d taken on so that’s what he would do. “So what would you like to do this evening Paige, assuming that you don’t have any homework.” “I’ve got homework but it doesn’t have to be done before I go back to school. Can we watch some movies please?” The pizza wasn’t far off being ready so Paige went off to look for a movie to watch while Harry got out some plates and drinks for them. The oven started beeping just as Paige returned to the kitchen and Harry got the pizza out and cut it into pieces. “Can we eat it while watching the movie please?” Paige asked. And that’s what they did, Paige sat at one end of the sofa and Harry at the other. When a slightly scary came on the screen Paige shuffled along to Harry and cuddled up to him, Harry automatically putting his arm around her shoulder, his hand resting on her bare waist. As the movie progressed Paige snuggled up to Harry even more causing Harry’s hand to move on her hip. Harry felt a little guilty but at the same time wished that Paige was about 6 years older. He started to daydream about what he would do if she was 6 years older and when Paige said, ‘that’s nice’, Harry realised that his hand had been massaging her hip and moving around slightly. He immediately stopped and lifted his hand off her but he could not find anywhere comfortable so he again let his hand gently rest on her hip. The other thing that Harry noticed was that with his dreaming about an older version of Paige, he’d got an erection and his jeans were bulging uncomfortably. What’s more, Paige’s head was on his chest and she’d easily be able to see the bulge. He hoped that he wouldn’t cum and a wet patch appear on his jeans. Paige would easily see it and ask what it was. When the movie ended, Page jumped up, then sat down again on Harry’s lap, which was something that she’d recently started doing each night just before she went to bed. Putting her arm around his neck, she kissed him on his cheek then said, “I’m off to bed, see you in the morning.” Harry watched her get up and walk out of the room, then started thinking, “Had he gone too far telling her to dump her nighties? Would the hypnotism wear off? He answered his own question by silently stating that she was more confident since she’d got ready for bed. The next morning Harry woke up with the naked Paige laying half on top of him. One of her legs was over his penis and he could feel her bare pussy against his thigh. He slowly lifted her off him and went for a shower. She was still asleep when he got back and got dressed so he quietly closed his bedroom door and went down to the kitchen to get some breakfast. George was there eating a bowl of cereal and after Harry got one for himself he sat down and they started talking, Harry asking about the games that they’d played the previous night. “Sorry bro, I didn’t mean to wake you when I got in last night.” George said. “You didn’t, things got a bit heavy with Paige last night and I went to bed shortly after she did.” “Are you talking about me.” Paige said as she walked into the kitchen. George was just putting another spoon full of cereals into his mouth and when he saw the naked Paige the cereals came spluttering out. “Fucking hell Paige, what are you doing?” “Coming to get some breakfast.” “But you’re naked.” “I’ve decided that I’m too old to be wearing a nightie and as I’ve never worn anything under a nightie, I’m naked. Is that a problem for you? Harry doesn’t mind. Do you like the way that I look George?” “Err yeah, I guess so.” “She looks beautiful doesn’t she George?” Harry said as he kicked his brother under the table. “Err yes, you look beautiful Paige, very grown-up.” “Thank you George. You haven’t finished off all the milk have you?” “No.” “We need to go to the supermarket today Harry. I’ll come with you as part of me making more effort to help with the housework.” “You’re not going like that are you Paige?” George asked. “No silly, this is what I wear for bed. Can I take my breakfast to my room to eat please?” Harry continued eating while George just stared at his step sister as she got her breakfast ready then left with it on a tray. “Do I take it that your hypnotism worked, or has she just suddenly become some sort of exhibitionist?” George asked. “I guess that it worked.” “Well she sure as hell got some confidence from somewhere.” “Yes but I’m not sure if that’s just while she’s here where she’s comfortable or if it’s everywhere. I need to reinforce the work that I’ve done before I take it to the next stage.” “Which is?” “Remember when we first talked about hypnotising her we talked about getting her to stop wearing knickers.” “You’re actually going to do that?” “I’m going to try, but it will have to include stopping her wearing shorts and trousers.” “That’s okay with me. I hate girls that don’t wear skirts, it makes life so much more difficult.” “You back chasing the girls then George?” “Never really stopped. You should try it Harry, it’s not good for your health all this house-keeping shit.” “Someone has to do it. Someone has to look after you and Paige.” “Yeah, okay. Is she still getting in to your bed in the middle of the night?” “Yes, I keep telling her that it has to stop but she keeps telling me that she’s lonely and misses her mother.” “Did she go and climb into dad and mum’s bed?” “No idea.” “So did she get into your bed last night, naked?” “She was there when I woke up this morning?” “Naked?” “Yes, but remember, she never wore knickers under her nightie and nighties have a habit of riding up.” “So you’re an expert on little girl’s nighties now are you Harry?” “Well I obviously know more about them that you do.” Harry and George finished their breakfast and George went off to his room. Harry was just about to start the washing up when Paige re-appeared, carrying the tray, and still naked. “Here, let me do that Harry.” Paige said. “Okay, thank you Paige.” Paige did the washing up and Harry did the drying, then Paige started putting things away. Some of it involved the bottom cabinets and Paige readily bent over to put things away giving Harry a great view of her butt and pussy lips nestling between her cheeks. Harry sat on one of the chairs then said, “Paige, sit down for a second please, there’s something that I need to say to you.” Instead of sitting on another chair, she sat on his lap with one arm around his neck. “What is it Harry?” “Sprouts.” Paige’s head dropped to Harry’s shoulder. Harry spent the next 5 minutes repeating everything that he’d said before then added, “You look better in skirts Paige, from now on you will only ever wear skirts and tops or dresses. You will put all your trousers, jeans and shorts into black bin bags and put them in the garage. You will also put all your knickers in the same bag and only ever wear the knickers that I will buy for you when we go shopping on Monday, when you go to school. All other times you will not wear any knickers. You will look amazing and every time that you put a different outfit on you will ask your step brothers how you look. You will believe them and feel good about how you look. Now repeat to me what I have just told you and what you will do when you wake up.” Paige repeated everything, almost word for word. Harry asked her to repeat it again, and again it was almost word for word. As she was saying it he wondered if that was how she did so well in academic subjects at school, regurgitating, parrot fashion, everything that she read or was told. After a slight pause he said, “Mango.” Paige took a deep breath, raised her head and said, “So, what did you want to talk about?” “Well I was thinking about asking you if I could try to hypnotise you again, but it can wait, we need to get to the supermarket.” “Okay, but can we go to the shopping centre that has a cafe that sells mango shakes?” “For you Paige, anything.” “Good, thank you, I’ll go and get showered and dressed now.” Harry again wondered if he was doing the right thing, but he reasoned that he could easily reverse everything if the need ever arose. He went and got himself ready then made a mental note of what they needed from the supermarket. He’d been back in the kitchen about 10 minutes when Paige appeared. She was dressed in a miniskirt and top. “Have we got any black bin bags?” “Yes, in the cupboard under the microwave.” Paige bent over to get one and as she did so, Harry was pretty sure that he got a quick flash of her bare pussy. He again questioned his actions. “Won’t be long, just have to collect a few old clothes.” Paige said as she disappeared towards the stairs. Two minutes later she was back, jacket on and carrying 2 bulging black bin bags. “What’s in the bags Paige?” Harry asked. “Old clothes that I won’t wear again. I’m making space for the new ones that you’re going to buy me on Monday. I’m putting them in the garage then when we get any of those charity bags through the door I can donate them to a good cause.” “Very, err giving of you Paige.” “I’ve decided that I need to change, I’m growing up and I need my brain to grow up as well.” “Good Paige, I’m happy for you. Does that mean that you’re going to stop needing a cuddle in the middle of the night?” “Grief no, I still feel very sad and lonely when I lay in bed and your cuddles make me feel better and wanted.” “I’m not sure that I understand that because I’m asleep when you climb into my bed and I don’t know that you’re there until I wake up in the morning.” “But I can put my head on your chest and feel your heart beating and you’re so warm.” “Okay, I get that bit. But you’ll need to stop sometime before you get to 90 years old.” “I will, I promise.” As they pulled into the car park near the supermarket Paige said, “I’ve just remembered, there’s a kids and teens clothes shop near the supermarket, can we go there first please?” “Sure, we can come back to the car and swap what we’ve bought for the supermarket bags.” “So Paige, what do you want to get?” “Lots of things, I want a whole new wardrobe for the new me.” “Well pick whatever you want then go and try then on. I’ll be outside the changing rooms if you need me.” “No you won’t, I want you in there with me, I want your opinion as soon as I put something on.” “Okay, I guess that I can do that, but won’t the cubicles be a bit small for 2 of us?” “Not in this shop, parents often go in there with their kids.” “Well okay, off you go and select what you want.” And she did, when she got back to me she had a big pile of clothes over her arm. We must have been in that changing room for a good half hour. After she’d tried on each item she’d take it off leaving her either topless, or bottomless or totally naked. Poor Harry kept thinking that he wished that she was 6 years older. When they finally left that store Harry was carrying 2 big bags of new clothes. After putting them in the SUV and collecting the shopping bags they went into the supermarket. Paige was very helpful, getting things off shelves when Harry said that they wanted whatever. Harry spotted a couple of boys about Paige’s age who seemed to be following them around. He knew that Paige looked good, she always did, but this was different. Then he noticed that they bent over whenever Paige did. He turned to look at Paige and realised that they were looking up her skirt, her miniskirt was riding up whenever she bent over. Harry decided to see what they could see so he told Paige that they wanted something from a bottom shelf further down the aisle. When she bent over he could clearly see her butt and pussy lips. He didn’t say anything to her but decided that he’d have to talk to her about being careful about what she showed. Harry didn’t deliberately ask Paige to get anything else from bottom shelves but she did as she tried to rush through the shopping. When they got home George wasn’t there and Paige was disappointed. When they both put the shopping away she often bent over and Harry kept finding that he was deliberately watching her. Each time that he caught himself he told himself to stop it, then seconds later his eyes were watching her again. Groceries all out away, Harry carried Paige’s new clothes up to her room and put the bags on the floor next to her bed. When he looked up he saw her wardrobe doors were open and that there was a lot of empty space. Turning back to Paige he saw that she’d flopped down onto her bed, on her back, and he could see straight up her miniskirt to her bare pussy. Pausing for a second he then said, “Lots of space, in those, I guess that we’ll need a truck for all the shopping that we’ll do on Monday.” “Is that okay Harry, we don’t have to get lots of clothes if you don’t want to.” “We will get whatever you want Paige, it’s Christmas.” “Talking about Christmas, shall we go and get a tree tomorrow?” Paige scrambled to her feet, spreading her legs as she did so, giving Harry an even better look at her pussy, then hugged him and said, “Yes please, it will be strange putting the decorations up without mum.” “I know, but I’m sure that we can manage. They won’t look as good but they’ll be up.” “Thank you Harry, you make a great substitute mother.” “Thanks Paige, I think. I’ll try and find out where George is.” “Good, oh, we shouldn’t have brought this lot upstairs, I’m not going to run up and down stairs every time I want to change outfits.” “Do I heed to setup a big mirror in the lounge?” “No, the one that’s there will do.” Harry carried the bags back downstairs leaving Paige in her room. After he sat down Harry sent a text message to George - ‘Your sister needs you at home.’ Five minutes later he got a reply - ‘On my way.’ Fifteen minutes later George walked in and said, “What’s the panic.” “No panic, we bought Paige a whole load of new clothes and she wants to model them for us.” “Is that all?” “Bro, you need to encourage her, tell her that she’s beautiful, besides, I’ve been working my magic on her again.” “What do you mean?” “Wait and see bro. PAIGE, George'S HOME.” Paige came running downstairs then said, “Sit down guys, then tell me which outfits that you like.” She the tipped the bags out and rummaged through the pile of clothes, picking a top and a skirt she pulled off the top and skirt that she was wearing, threw them on a chair and put the new ones on. Harry saw that George’s jaw had dropped and his eyes were wide open. When Paige was covered George said, “You did it didn’t you Harry?” “Did what? What do you think guys, do you like it?” The ‘show’ was very similar to the one that Paige had given Harry in the shop but this time it was for Harry and George, and to make life a little more confusing for the guys, Paige asked them to score each outfit out of 10. Both guys went along with Paige. For the next 45 minutes or so Paige either got topless, bottomless or totally naked in between each change of outfit. When it was finally over Harry said, “Very impressive Paige, I’m sure that I’ve told you this before but you should think about a career as a model. They’re always looking for really beautiful girls like you.” “Thank you Luke, but I’m too young to think about that. What about you George?” “Luke’s right,” George replied. “you really are beautiful Paige.” “Thank you George, you both make me feel good. Now, what’s for tea? I’m starving.” “I was thinking that we might go out somewhere, maybe a proper restaurant.” Harry said. “Do we have to?” Paige replied. “Can’t we go to McDonalds?” “Too many junk food meals aren’t good for you Paige, spoil your model’s body.” “It’s months since we went to McDonalds, not since …...” Paige started to say. Harry realised where it was going and changed his mind, quickly interrupting her, hopefully to stop her getting upset again, he said, “Okay, okay. It’s Christmas, McDonalds it is. Are you coming George or is GTA calling.” “What’s GTA?” Paige asked. “An electronic game.” Harry replied. So what are you going to wear Paige?” Paige rummaged through the pile of clothed and pulled out a miniskirt and a nice top. “Good choice Paige, you look good in them, but you’ll need a coat on as well.” “I know. I’ll change now and be ready in 2 minutes, how about you?” “I’m not coming guys, but you two enjoy yourself.” George said. As George was saying that Paige took the dress that she was wearing off and put the skirt and top on. “You take all your new clothes upstairs Paige and I’ll be back in 2 minutes. Oh, and you’re going to hang those up when you get back young lady.” “Yes sir.” In McDonalds, they ordered their food and went and sat at a table and Harry couldn’t help noticing that Paige hadn’t tried to pull her short skirt down so that it covered as much of her legs as possible, and that she sat with her knees about shoulder width apart, just like she probably would have if she were wearing jeans. Her sitting style and attire was also noticed by a couple of older boys who were doing their best to see up her skirt. Paige’s sitting style didn’t change all through the meal, in fact she got a bit lazier and her knees spread a little further leaving the older boys wondering if she was wearing flesh coloured knickers or no knickers. When she finished eating and lay back on her seat the boys discovered that she wasn’t wearing knickers and that she had a bald slit. If Harry had looked down he would probably have been able to see the same, but he was pretty sure that she naked under her skirt anyway and seeing her pussy was now, nothing new. Meal over, they drove home and Paige immediately went to her room to put her new clothes in the wardrobes and drawers. When she re-appeared she was ready for bed. She went and sat on the sofa next to Harry, snuggled up to him and asked him what he was watching. “Nothing important,” he replied, “would you like some hot chocolate?” “Better not, I’ve just cleaned my teeth ready for bed.” “Tomorrow, we’ll go and get a Christmas tree then you can show me how to decorate it.” Harry said, then continued, “Go and pick a movie to watch Paige.” She got up and went over to the DVD’s rack and bent over to go through the titles, giving Harry a view of her bare rear end. She bent over again as she put a Disney DVD into the player then went back and snuggled up to Harry, him lifting an arm so that she could rest her head on his chest. Then she surprised him yet again. Whilst the DVD was running through the titles she said, “I found a pubic hair this morning, look.” With that she spun around, rested her butt on his lap and dropped one foot to the floor. Pointing to the solitary hair sprouting out of her pubis she said, “Can you see it? I don’t know what to do about it. Some of the girls at school shave theirs off and some of the girls pluck them out. I can’t tell if a girl shaves all hers off or if she’s like me and hair hasn’t started growing yet.” “Don’t any of them just let them grow?” “One does, she got this mass of black hair there and it looks horrible. Some of the girls are trying to grow a landing strip, whatever that is. What do you think I should do Harry?” Harry wasn’t used to having to answer questions about female genitalia, and he’d been very relieved to discover that Paige had already started her periods. Taking a deep breath he replied, “Well Paige, for starters, a Landing Strip is where girls trim off all their pubic hair except for a long strip of it.” “Where, show me.” Harry looked down at Paige’s bare pubes. She’d spread her legs, obviously not knowing where Harry was going to point to, and giving him access if it were between her legs. Harry gingerly, put his hand close to her pubes, extended a finger and drew an imaginary line, about a centimetre above her skin, from the front of her slit to just above her pubic bone. “Oh, is that a Landing Strip, a couple of girls have those.” “Some girls trim their pubic hair into all sorts of shapes, anything that they can think of.” Harry said. “That might explain some of the shapes that I’ve seen. One looked a bit like a heart. What do you think I should do with mine?” “Well you’ve only got 1 hair so far so you have plenty of time to decide.” “But what do you think that I should do.” “That’s your decision, not mine; but I prefer girls that shave it all off or pluck them all out. They say that if a hair is plucked out it will hurt a little, but when it grown again and is plucked out again, it will not hurt. If you decide to remove it all there are ways that it can be removed permanently, but that’s a decision that only you can make when you get older.” “How much older?” “At least 6 years.” “Have to tried plucking you hair out?” “No Paige, I haven’t.” “Maybe I should try it on you. I’ve seen all your black hairs.” “When?” “On a morning when I wake up and you’re still asleep. I’ve lifted the duvet and seen your cock. It was all big and hard one day.” “Paige, you really should stop coming to my bed in the middle of the night.” “But I want to, it makes me feel all safe and not alone.” “Sit up Paige.” She did, sitting on his lap with an arm around his neck. “Paige, sweet little step sister, you are safe, and you will never be alone. I will always be here to look after you. Now watch the movie.” Harry put one arm round her bare body and onto her hip, and the other on her bare thigh and gently squeezed her. “I love you Harry.” Paige said. “And I love you too Paige.” They watched the movie, Paige loving every second of it. Harry not so, but he would probably have admitted to ‘sort of’ liking it. When it was over Paige decided that she was going to bed and climbed off Harry. Harry got a beer out of the fridge and was reflecting on his day when George walked in. They talked about all sorts, but as usual the subject got around to Paige. “So bro,” George said, “you’ve hypnotised he into not wearing knickers?” “Outside school yes, but she needs them for school so she’s going to decide that she just wants thongs for school.” “Nice one bro. By the time that the boys start chasing her she’ll be so used to being knickerless that the boys will love her. All those upskirts will drive the boys crazy.” “Talking about upskirts, I caught 2 boys looking up her skirts at the supermarket today.” “Did she realise? No, of course she didn’t, she’s too thick.” “She’s not thick, just not street wise.” “She never will be.” “There was another 2 older boys looking up her skirt in McDonalds and again she didn’t realise.” “Not surprised.” “Anyway, I think that I should have a talk with her about how ladies should sit and bent over and all that crap that us guys hate.” “Why?” “Why what?” “Why talk to her about it, ignorance is bliss and she’ll never realise that she’s flashing.” “I can see where you’re coming from bro, but she’s our sister, do we really want her going around letting guys see her pussy?” “Yeah, why not? It’s no skin off our teeth and she’ll never know what she’s doing, and if she did work out that guys could see her pussy she’d never realise the effect that it has on the guys.” “I see what you mean George, I’ll think about it.” “Don’t rush bro.” The Sunday morning started as usual for Harry, waking up with the naked Paige half laying over him with her leg laying over his morning woody. He slowly extracted himself then went and had a shower. Paige was still asleep when he got back to his room. As he pulled his boxers up his legs he heard Paige say, “You have a nice cock Harry, the girls at school would love it.” “Paige, stop talking like that, I’m your brother and you shouldn’t be looking at me.” Then Paige surprised him by saying, “But you look at me when I’m like this.” As she said that she pulled quilt off of her leaving her on her back with her legs spread wide. Harry looked for a couple of seconds, and as he did he started to get an erection. “That’s different,” Harry said, “You’re my little sister so it doesn’t count. Besides I look at you as a whole, a little sister that needs my advise and help and guidance. I’m your sort of stand-in mother, your guardian.” “It looks even better when it grows.” Paige said. “Paige, stop that; and go and have a cold shower or something.” Harry went and started getting some breakfast for himself and Paige. George had already had his and was just leaving to go to a mates house. The breakfast was just about ready when Paige arrived, still naked. “Haven’t you had a shower yet?” Harry asked. “No, I dozed off again after you left. It won’t take me long after I’ve had my breakfast then we can go and get a tree. Can you remember where dad used to get them?” “I think so.” As they ate Harry said, “You’re starting to come out of your shell a bit Paige, it’s nice to see that.” Paige blushed, then replied, “I guess that’s down to you, when I first realised that I’d never see mum and dad again I thought that my life was over too, but you’ve been so kind to me and you make me feel good. Look at me, I’m growing up and you’re helping me do that, I think that dad, and mum, wanted me to stay their little girl forever. They would have me doing little girl things forever, but you let me do all sorts of things that they never would. I mean, I hated nighties but mum always insisted that I wear one, and hear I am having got rid of all of them and sleeping with nothing on. And mum always bought me clothes that she liked, not what I liked. But you let me wear whatever I like and you even tell me if you like it; and you do that when I’m trying things on instead of having to wait until I get home, by which time it’s too late and I have to wear it if I like it or not. And those little girl knickers, yuk, the girls at school used to laugh at me, but now that I’m going to get some thongs that cover nothing, it will be me laughing at them.” “Well Paige, that was quite a little speech, did you read it somewhere?” “I don’t think so, but it’s all true.” “Well it doesn’t matter, all that does matter is that you are happy and that you are talking to us and joining in with us instead of hiding away in your room.” “Thank you Harry.” “Come here Paige, give your brother or guardian or whatever you want to call me, a big hug.” The naked Paige got up and went round to Harry where she sat on his lap and gave him a big hug and kiss. As she got up she said, “I love you Harry.” “And I love you too Paige. Now finish up and go and get ready, a Christmas tree is calling your name.” Fifteen minutes later Paige was back wearing a miniskirt, polo neck sweater, little girl boots and a jacket. “Can we get some more boots tomorrow please, I hate these.” Harry put his arm around her and squeezed her to him. “I think that I’ll have to hire a U-Haul truck tomorrow.” “We can afford it can’t we? I saw the price tags on some of those clothes that we already bought.” “Yes we can, but don’t you worry about money, that’s my problem, but if you like I can give you a budget and you can keep to it.” “Next time, I just want to get through Christmas without mum and dad.” Harry pulled her to him and gave her a big hug. In doing so his hands rested on her bare butt, but when they parted he saw her bare butt in the mirror opposite before he moved his hand and her skirt and jacket dropped. They found the place and bought a tree. Harry was glad that they had an SUV instead of his old car, a Mini. When they got it back home Paige helped Harry ‘plant’ it and get it into the house. In doing so they both had to bend over quite a lot and Paige either didn’t care that she kept showing her bate butt to Harry, and just didn’t realise that she was exposed. Harry said nothing and tried not to look but he just couldn’t help himself. Harry remembered that the decorations were in the loft and as soon as he lowered the steps Paige was running up the steps to get them, totally oblivious to the fact that Harry was below her looking up as he told her where the light switch was. As she came down with each box she was also oblivious to the view that she was giving Harry up the front of her skirt. And she went up and down 4 times before all the decorations were down. Harry had to stop Paige then because it was hours since they had eaten, and Harry, for one, was hungry. After the quick lunch, Paige insisted that she put everything on the tree, even when it meant climbing the kitchen steps to get to the top. Again, Harry couldn’t stop his eyes form looking up her skirt. There was one moment when they nearly had a disaster; Paige leant too far when she was on the steps. Fortunately Harry saw what was happening and grabbed her just as she screamed. He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. One arm going under her legs and sliding up to her bare butt. “Phew,” Paige said, “that was close. Thank you for catching me Harry.” Harry lowered her to the ground, her skirt rising up as she slid off his arms. She didn’t even pull it down, only letting gravity do the job as she started putting more baubles on the tree. “How do you scream like that Paige?” Harry asked, “I’ve tried but I just can’t do it?” “No idea, it just comes out,” she said before doing it again. “Please don’t do that, it hurts my ears.” Harry said. Paige laughed then carried on finishing the tree. Job done, they stood next to each other, Harry with an arm around Paige’s shoulders and her with an arm round his waist. “That looks good Paige, the girl did good.” “You helped, but it’s not as good as mum did it.” “Well you did this and you should be proud of it.” “I am, can I switch the lights on?” “Of course, do you want to put any decorations around the house or even outside the house?” “No, lets just have a cosy Christmas in here.” “How about I dig out some of the games that we used to play as a family.” Harry asked. “Okay, but which ones can we play with only 3 players.” “Good question, lets get them out and see.” Harry went into the loft this time, and came back down with 5 board games. “These should keep us quiet for a while.” Harry said as he brought them down. “Can we leave them until Christmas day please, I’m feeling a bit tired.” “Sure, why don’t you put a DVD on and relax for a while. I’ll clean up and then get tea ready.” Paige did just that and Harry got on with his jobs. When tea was ready he went to tell Paige and saw that she was asleep on the sofa, her skirt had risen up and one foot was on the floor. Her pussy was staring right at him, and of course, his eyes responded in the way that any man’s would. After a few seconds George arrived home and walked into the lounge. “Wow, you 2 have been busy, where is she?” “Shhh.” Harry said as he pointed down to Paige. “Fucking hell; definitely not a little girl anymore. Do you think that she plays with that?” Harry didn’t answer, instead he grabbed George’s arm and dragged him to the kitchen. “Leave her, she needs the sleep, we’ve had a busy day.” “Err yes, sure, but did you see her pussy?” “Of course I did, she’s been accidentally showing it to me all day.” “Our step sister is only 12 isn’t she?” “Yes.” “She looks a lot older, well her pussy does.” “Pussy expert are you bro?” “I’ve seen a few.” “Not her age I hope.” “No but.” “What are you 2 talking about?” Paige said as she walked into the kitchen, her skirt still up around her waist. “Nothing that a beautiful little girl should concern herself with.” George replied. “What’s for tea?” “Whatever we get ready. Have a look in the fridge and get something out.” She turned and walked to the fridge and her skirt started sliding down. “You did a good job with the tree Paige.” George said. “Thanks, but Harry did a lot to help me.” The 3 of us worked together and got tea ready, George saying that it was good that Paige was helping. She smiled and said that she was a big girl now. After tea Paige went to her room and Harry could hear loud music coming from the room. About 9 o’clock a naked Paige emerged and said that she was going to bed, She kissed each of her brothers on the cheek then went to bed. “Either you’ve released a monster or she just doesn’t have a clue.” George said when she was gone. “I’m sure that it’s the latter, but at least she’s coming out of herself, she hasn’t been so happy since before..” “That’s true.” Monday started with Harry gently lifting the naked Paige off him – again, but he made it downstairs and started breakfast before she emerged and plonked her naked butt on one of the chairs. “Morning bro, ready to hit the shops?” “I hope that you’re not planing on going like that Paige?” “No silly, I haven’t had a shower or got dressed yet.” “I can see that. How long do you need.” “About an hour.” “Bloody hell girl, you never used to take that long.” “I’m a big girl now and big girls have things that they have to do.” “I hope that that doesn’t include putting a lot of make-up on. You’re too young to be plastering that muck on your face, besides you don’t need it, you are mega beautiful without any.” “Aww thanks Harry. I’ll be as quick as I can.” Harry waited until Paige had finished eating and was about to get up and then he said, “Sprouts.” Her head fell forwards. “Paige, when we are shopping today you will decide that you need some new knickers and that from now on, when you are at school, you will wear only the thongs, little see-through thongs or split crotch thongs that we buy today. You will select 10 thongs whilst we are shopping and when you get home you will take all your other knickers and put them with your other old clothes in the garage. Today you will also buy a couple of PE skirts and take your old PE shorts to the garage as well. Repeat what I have just said Paige.” She did, again almost word for word. “Mango.” “At lunchtime can we find a cafe that sells mango shakes please Harry, I just fancy one.” “Yes, of course we can.” Forty five minutes later the SUV started driving down the road.

Helping Melinda be Naughty by WillC2020 HELPING MELINDA BE NAUGHTY CH. 01 Jake's wife is restless. Jake & Sam Come Up with a Plan. It was the damndest pint of Guinness I've ever drunk. Jake, my friend of many years, invited me to O'Leary's for 'an unusual man-to-man talk'. 'Unusual' ain't the half of it. Jake is your typical clean-cut All-American boy. He works for a physical fitness company and he is physically fit, and almost annoyingly positive and upbeat. He is married to Melinda who friends call Mel. Mel is pretty and perky and constantly upbeat, too. They are early forties, with two kids in college, but they could pass for mid-thirties, maybe less. As a first impression, they are people you might expect to be greeters at the Sunday morning church service. So Jake, looking very uncomfortable, takes a sip of beer and says, "I have a little problem at home, and I'm hoping you..." And he pauses and takes a long swig, "Shit, Sam, I've got a big problem..." "Okay, talk to me." "Mel...is having some kind of mid-life crisis or something." I felt my eyes blink, involuntarily, "What the hell? Surely not an affair." "No, at least I don't think so, but a couple nights ago, she told me point-blank that she's 'restless'. That's not like Mel, at all." "What the hell does restless mean?" "When I asked her that, she admitted she doesn't understand it, but she told me that 'she' is having sex way more than 'we' are having sex. And she was talking about plastic friends she's found somewhere." "Your wife MEL? You've got to be shitting me." "I know. Hard to believe. She has a tennis friend that may be the villain. They were apparently talking about spicing up marriage and Marge admitted to watching some porn, and now..." I tried to be comforting. "They say a lot of women watch porn; it's not just a guy thing anymore." "I don't know about that, but I do know something has played with her mind. She actually told me that she's not sure she can resist, you know, acting out." "MEL?!? What the fuck?" Jake took a couple deep breaths, focused again on his glass, then looked up at me. "Okay, here's why you and I are here. Mel trusts you. I trust you..." My amazement-meter red-lined. "Whoa, pahdner, if we're talking a threesome with Mel, you're about to witness a live heart attack." Jake studied his beer for a moment. His face was turning red, neck up. "No, nothing like a threesome, but she's wondering...I'm wondering...whether we can party a little at our house." I chuckled, not because anything was funny, just because the strangeness got to me. "Fuck, man, I don't even know what to say. I would have guessed hell would freeze over before I partied -- whatever that means -- with you and Mel." "I think we're just talking about a few drinks and some conversation more like when we were college kids..." He paused, again clearly uncomfortable. "And I know she wants to wear something sexy." I'll admit that my dick was listening at that point. Melinda is not voluptuous. She dresses conservatively, even her swimsuits. But she is nicely formed in every way a guy defines nicely formed. Still, I focused on being a good friend, "Are you sure you're okay with this?" He managed a laugh. "Well, you are an unworthy jerkwad, but you're better than any alternative I've been able to come up with." So I laughed, if a bit uneasily, and we had another beer, and made arrangements for me to drop by on Saturday evening. ***** I struggled with how to prepare mentally for the evening. I guessed it would be clumsy, with Mel somehow being casually sexy and me pretending I didn't notice. I had no idea what we would talk about, but feared that the elephant in the room would be her newfound restlessness. I parked on the street and walked up the sidewalk toward their whitestone two-story. I rang the doorbell, the door opened, and a radiant Mel smiled warmly and practically jumped into me, arms around my neck, breasts vividly in contact with my chest, "Sam, I'm so happy you could come. Thank you." I'm sure I went crimson like a green teenager arriving for his first date, but I managed a reasonably suave, "My pleasure, ma'am." She led me through the house, toward their patio. I'm not sure whether her dress was a mini or a short sundress or whether there's a difference anymore, but it had bold yellow and white stripes that beautifully accented beautifully tanned legs. I had noticed during my front-door greeting that the neckline was scooped, string ties at the shoulders, almost certainly braless. As I enjoyed my rear view, I said to myself 'OK, prim and proper Mel, this definitely counts as wearing something sexy.' We arrived at the patio where she said, "Jake will be right back. He had to pick up a couple things at the grocery. I made us some rum punch. Ready?" "Sure," I said agreeably, beginning to relax, but still having no idea where this was headed. She walked to a side table and filled two yellow party cups from a sizable crystal punch bowl. As she handed me a cup, she smiled sweetly, "I'm one ahead of you. You'll have to catch up... Let's sit on the deck." I followed her to the backyard deck where three lounge chairs were arrayed around a circular fire pit. She sat on the side of her chair and swung her legs onto the long cushion. It would be fair to say that she was careless about the whereabouts of legs and hem before arranging herself a bit more modestly. I took a hefty swig of rum punch immediately upon sliding onto my chair. "Sam, I want to ask you an unusual question." "Okay, fire away." "What color are my panties?" I shook my head, badly disoriented, but I assuredly knew the answer. "Uh, white; really bright white." "Do you know when the last time I did that was?" "Did what?" "Intentionally showed my panties to a boy." This was getting weirder by the minute, but Jake had warned me, more or less, and what voyeur doesn't dream about a conversation like this? I silently shrugged regarding my ability to even guess when the last time was. "I was eleven, and I got in big trouble because my mother figured it out." "How did she figure it out?" I asked, although unsure which of several possible questions was best. "I rode my bicycle home while I was wearing a skirt. I didn't think she would be home yet." I furrowed my brow hoping to appear thoughtful and wise. "A no-no, right?" And to myself, I said, 'Buddy, that was truly lame.' Mel nodded, her recollection turning her expression to near grim. "She kept asking me questions until she made me admit that I did it for a boy named Johnny Hart." I sipped punch, having no idea where to go conversationally, hoping my loose-fitting slacks were loose enough that my forming erection wasn't obvious. She said, "Do you like my outfit?" as she flipped at the hem and shifted her legs just I little. I was able to verify the whiteness of her panties and actually see the tanned skin of her stomach above the bikini waistline. "That would be a yes. I like your outfit." "Jake said you would." "Jake's not supposed to reveal guy secrets." "He probably wouldn't have, but I kept asking him until he talked about it." I finished my rum punch in a long gulp, but the tension didn't end swiftly. She said, "Hey, you've almost caught up," and got up from the lounge chair more carelessly than she had sat down. It was definitely best that she went to the punch bowl for me. My dick had spoken to me, 'Rise and shine, man. You've gotta admit that this is really cool.' She returned with my glass, then sat again. I was breathing harder, probably noticeably. Her expression was serious. "Sam, I really appreciate this." If she hadn't looked so earnest, I might have laughed a hearty guy laugh. In my wildest imagining -- and I've done some pretty wild imagining -- I wouldn't have predicted being thanked for watching the greatest leg and panty show of my entire life. I tried to shift focus away from my boner. "Jake told me you're struggling some." She looked at me with troubled eyes. "I am, and I don't understand it. Maybe we'll talk later, but tonight I want to get a little drunk and have a little fun, and I think you are the perfect fun-buddy." This time I couldn't avoid a laugh. "Mel, I'll do my best. So far it's been grueling, but I'm willing to soldier on." She laughed with me. Jake arrived shortly thereafter. We grilled burgers, drank too much punch, told stories and jokes that were increasingly bawdy, and before it was over I was able to study Melinda's panties, almost stitch by stitch, and to verify that she was braless and that her breasts with their pert nipples might cause a leg-and-panty man to become a switch hitter. As I got ready to Uber home, she said, slurringly, "I just figured out, Sam ol' buddy, that this isn't fair to you." I chuckled and gave her a serious smooch on the forehead. "No problem, I'll take care of it as soon as I get home." And I did. ***** I called a meeting of the Buddy Club on the following Tuesday, again at our favorite Irish pub. "Jake, ol' buddy, talk to me about whatever the hell went on Saturday night." He grinned as if fully understanding my multi-faceted question. "Mel thought it was great, as long as you thought it was all okay?" "I want to talk about that, but before we start I want to say that the prim and proper Melinda knows how to dress up for an evening. She is an awesomely attractive lady." He nodded agreement but said, "I know this will sound crazy, but I think I learned as much about Mel as you did?" I literally laughed in my beer. "I seriously doubt that." "She was pretty blatant, huh?" "Yeah, and I hated every minute of it." "She told me there might have been a couple moments when you seemed to be enjoying yourself." "I thought she might have noticed that. Guilty as charged. So what did you learn?" "She has some kind of need to be naughty -- her word -- but she knows it's important to be safe." I shook my head. "I'll tell you, man, you and I are having a strange discussion. Are you SURE you're okay with all this?" "Same answer as last time. This thing in her head is real. You are way better than any alternative I can think of?" "But are WE okay. I mean, not to go softy here, but you are my best friend in the entire world." He met my gaze. "I'm okay..." He paused. "... to be honest, I enjoyed her show a lot more than I thought I would... " He paused again and grinned like guys sometimes do "... and she stayed naughty after you left if you know what I mean." An odd angle occurred to me. I looked at him accusingly. "Are you saying I'm something like a volleyball player who sets it up so you can spike?" He thought for a moment, apparently arrived at the same visual I had, and we shared a hearty guy laugh. Jake turned more serious. "I hadn't thought of it that way. I've been thinking about all this from Mel's viewpoint." "So was Saturday naughty enough?" "That would be a giant yes. I think she surprised herself about how well it seemed to go, I mean how comfortable she was. She's hoping for an encore; maybe a regular encore. What do you think of that?" I shook my head, trying to process the non-stop astonishment. "Well, I'll need to check my calendar, but I can probably work you in." "Cool, she'll be happy to hear that." His brow furrowed. He took a long moment to study his beer. "Sam, I need to ask you something that I think is going to be an issue, not right away, but I can see it coming like a freight train." I just waited, watching him fidget, wondering what new strangeness might take place between two close friends. He took a deep breath. "It really bothered her that...that you were going home...you know..." He paused and I thought 'What the fuck? Is this really happening?' I said, "She mentioned that at the door Saturday, but I thought it was just rum punch talking." "If so, the punch was still talking Sunday morning, So I guess the question is, when the time is right, are you okay if she...you know... if she jerks you off." This time, my red-lining amazement-meter caused me to laugh out loud, even though Jake was looking earnest. "Do you know how fucking crazy this sounds to me? Are you really asking whether it's okay if a spectacularly sexy woman wacks me off?" He laughed, but not a hearty guy laugh. "I know, asshole, but is it okay?" I grinned at my friend, "I'll have to think about it." ________________ We didn't meet until two weeks after the initial party, a time interval that had worked well for me. I have a lady friend who is an airline stewardess, stationed in our city, but a literal world traveler. It will never be serious for complicated reasons, but Tess and I play a role in each other's lives, in terms of bottled-up passion. When Jake and I were setting up the next get-together he said, "She would like to do the last one, all over again. She really is happy with how it went." I smiled inwardly, sensing that this coming Saturday was not going to be the night she would help me out, but I was A-OK with the idea of an encore. Once again, it was a great time. She wore a white minidress that was truly mini, as in purchased online in the '70s disco-dress category. The top was a deep V that was, well, deep V'd. Not the slightest hint of a bra. Even though I had been here once before, I still struggled to fit my prior perception of Melinda with the eager party animal that was sitting across from me, laughing and joking while enjoying cups full of a slightly different flavored rum punch. And this time, she didn't need to intentionally show me her panties -- which, for the record, were tiny bikinis in a medium shade of blue. There was no way she could NOT show me her panties -- non-stop while we sat on the lounge chairs and while she was giving OMG crotch shots when she was maneuvering in or out of her chair. Here's what I realized about halfway through that second night. The voyeur moments were fascinating, putting it mildly, but I really liked being with them. They are fun and funny, and bawdy jokes were just fine. They are well read and great conversationalists. The amount of rum punch was a little too much but under control. No one sloppy drunk or sick. And I continued to be amazed by Mel's honesty about her need to be 'a little naughty'. At one point she caught me staring, or maybe drooling would be closer. "This dress is a bit much, right?" I looked toward Jake who gave me that guy expression that said, 'what the hell can I do, she's on her own.' I looked back toward Mel, again gazing shamelessly. "It is a bit revealing." She said, "I know... and look what happens when I try to pull it down." She grabbed the hem with both hands and tugged mightily. "There, did that help?" I laughed out loud, but affectionately. "Not much." "I know, I guess you'll just have to put up with it." That night was, indeed, almost exactly like the first except that at the door, I got a full body hug and cheek kiss that I could feel, all the way home. It reminded me of those magical moments as a hormonal teenager when you realize that the female body is soft and curvy and it's great when she holds 'her warm and tender body next to mine'. ------------------- Jake called me the next Monday morning. "Can you do this Saturday?" "Why so soon?" "She just asked me to check. She, uh... she wants to dance." A warning bell went off in my brain, but faintly. "I'll need to check Tess's schedule, but I think Saturday will work." "And, uh, Sam, I'm okay with whatever she's thinking about." ***** Her outfit this time was a mini jean skirt with a purple tube top that was barely more than a bra. Panties were pink that accented the tube top, and the mini jean skirt didn't do much better at keeping her covered than last week's disco-dress. I didn't mention it last time, but I'll mention now that at this point in our relationship I was making no effort to hide the erection that was becoming something like an annoying friend that wouldn't leave me alone. Mel was clearly aware. Sometimes we exchanged private glances and smiles. I had the sense that she viewed my arousal as a triumph of her new naughtiness. I wasn't bitching, but let's just say it was becoming a real issue between me and my dong. The first two-thirds of the evening was much like our highly enjoyable previous parties. Then Jake went inside for a couple minutes, and music began playing through the all-weather speakers built into the deck. I didn't recognize the artists or songs, but it was "slow dance" music compared to the upbeat stuff that always causes me to make an ass of myself on the dance floor. Mel and I were in our lounge chairs. I was gazing adoringly at the best-formed pair of legs I've ever seen, at least as judged in the moment. Jake came back and sat down. Melinda spoke, but huskily. "I want you guys to do something for me." Of course, she had our immediate attention. "I want to dance, but first I want you to take your shirts off." Jake glanced toward me and nodded. I grasped that this was the moment he had pre-approved during our phone call. He lifted his golfer shirt over his head. And like any good friend would I followed suit. My dick and I noticed, right away, that a new dimension was at work. There was a warm breeze blowing on newly bared skin. Hell, I think my nipples were getting hard, although they usually don't. Mel stood and walked to an open area on the deck. "Okay, my husband first." Jake approached her. She waited, with a truly beautiful smile and a different kind of expression. They danced, and it was definitely 'warm and tender body next to mine' or I guess I should say 'next to his'. Her arms were reaching upward, around his neck. Jake and I are both a little over six feet tall. Mel is maybe 5'4". They danced for a minute or two, mostly just swaying with her arms around his neck, his hands on her hips but roaming on and under the jean skirt. Then I heard her whisper, but loudly enough for me to easily hear, "Take my top off." I could read surprise on Jake's face, leading me to believe she was out in front of him in terms of clearly communicated plans for the evening. But he said nothing, put his hands under the sides of her top, and lifted it over her head then over arms she had raised straight up to make removal easy. Because of the way they were standing, I didn't have a full view, but neither did my dick and it had sprung to its full upright position. They danced through at least two numbers. They kissed sometimes. They talked and laughed sometimes. And when she leaned back to smile or laugh with him, I did have a full view. My dick was screaming 'wack me - wack me' and I damn near did. But I decided to wait for my turn. I approached her and saw the same beautiful smile and expression. As she prepared to put her arms around my neck, her eyes were sparkling in the dim light. "Hi, Sam." "Hi, Mel. You'll have to excuse my pecker, he's a little out of control." Her reaction was somewhere between laughter and giggle. "Good, my plan is coming together." I met her dancing eyes. "Naughty, huh?" Instead of answering, she squeezed tighter around my neck and pressed her breasts into my chest. "Do you think this counts as naughty?" "A lot of people would think so." "Do you think so?" "I don't know what to think. I do know that this feels... oh hell, I don't even know what to say about how this feels." "Does it feel good?" And she squeezed tighter. I felt her upper body gyrating somehow, making her nipples trace mini circles against my chest." "Jesus, Mel, where did you learn to do that?" "Take a guess?" I just shook my head and danced on. A few minutes later -- or maybe it was an hour -- she stepped backward, took my hand and pulled me toward the house. "Jake, honey, Sam and I will be back in a few minutes." And I easily picked up on the humor in her voice as she emphasized 'few minutes.' A jumble of thoughts were rattling in my brain, including faint awareness that things were happening fast and might deserve some careful thought, but my dick was shouting at me again, 'Holy shit, man, just relax and let this happen.' She led me to a couch in the family room. "Lay down here." I was feeling helplessly obedient. She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled everything south far enough that my cock sprang free. I could almost hear it cheering. She began stroking, caressing gently sometimes, teasing the head sometimes, fully enveloping me and pumping, slowly then faster then slower again. She leaned to whisper in my ear. "Could you see my panties tonight?" "You know I could." "Do you like looking at my panties as much as Jake told me you do? "Yes, Mel, probably more." "But did you like feeling my nipples against your chest, too?" "God, Mel... Yes." My heart was pounding, my breathing now a struggle. Her hand began rotating, moving faster, squeezing harder. "Did you notice how short my skirt was tonight, how it was almost useless?" I just whispered a tortured, "Yes." "Did you think about those tiny panties being the only thing between me and being naked for you?" OH FUCK, GAME OVER. My orgasm seemed to come all the way from my toes, exploding through my body. My moan turned into a muffled roar. I instinctively reached toward Mel, awkwardly trying to put my arms around her. I realized that I had shot my wad over my left shoulder, maybe against the far wall. As I tried to resume something like normal heartbeat and breathing, I realized she was still holding me, stroking gently, my shaft, balls, and inner thighs. She smiled at me, naughtily. "Feel good?" "You're bad, Mel." "Thanks for helping me be bad," I had no idea what to say, I just relaxed backward into the couch, totally spent, aware that she was still stroking and caressing. Feeling a little guilty, but loving every minute of it. ***** We were back at O'Leary's for an emergency meeting of the Buddy Club. I looked up from my Guinness. "I guess you heard what happened, right?" Jake laughed. "I heard all right?" "Hmm, that's not what I meant, but holy shit." Jake nodded, "She was really into it Saturday, and my after-party was awesome." "One more time, ol' buddy, are you really okay with... with... you know?" Jake leaned forward, expression earnest. "I suppose a Sunday school teacher would say I should feel guilty, but our plan is working, man. She isn't saying boo about being restless." He paused, reached across the table, and gave me a buddy fist-bump. "You're doin' great, my friend. Please soldier on." So we'll see where this heads, but I know already that Mel's naughtiness is a moving target. HELPING MELINDA BE NAUGHTY CH. 02 Mel asks Jake and Sam to Understand Her Mind and Body. If you've read 'Helping Melinda Be Naughty Ch. 1, you know that Jake and I spend a lot of time at O'Leary's Pub, trying to understand his wife's needs. There's a great line in an old Willie Nelson classic called 'Angel Flying Too Close to the Ground' ..."Trying to keep her spirits up...and her fever down." Well Melinda's spirits seem to be just fine, but her fever is another matter. Jake and I have been close friends for years. I've known Jake and Mel as a couple for years, too, but not socially because they traveled in the married-with-family crowd (two daughters in college) and I lost my membership after a sad divorce that is a story I hope never to tell. Today I am a confirmed bachelor with a mutual-comfort friend named Tess, a rarely-in-town United stewardess flying world routes. Melinda, usually called Mel, is bright, personable, and attractive, but more like perky-cute than stunningly beautiful. Her ancestry is likely Irish: auburn hair, cut short, but stylish. Her eyes are blue and usually smiling, her chin is a bit pixyish but it all works together nicely, especially when she smiles and her dimples form. Jake is bright and personable, too, and has that annoying clean-cut, All-American look that keeps some guys looking youthful forever. If you saw Mel and Jake on the street, you could easily imagine them as co-greeters at Sunday morning worship services. I'll give you one more piece of background, and you'll be able to fill in the blanks from today's O'Leary's conversation: A few months ago, Mel ambushed Jake with the news that she had become obsessed with sex, at least in part triggered by porn. She confessed that she was making regular use of plastic friends and that she wasn't sure that she could resist 'acting out.' They (as in Mel & Jake!) asked me to help Jake "keep her fever down" -- thus far by periodic 'parties' at their home. The latest party was a helluva night. We're not talking about anything close to all-out swinger behavior, but we are talking about hard-to-imagine interaction with Jake's wife Mel. ***** Our traditional Guinness pints had arrived. Jake seemed thoughtful. "Sam, I really want you to stop worrying about whether you're betraying me as a friend. You are doing exactly what I hoped you could do. Mel hasn't said a word about being restless in weeks. It's working, man. "I hear you, but until the last party, I thought we were just helping her channel her inner exhibitionist." He paused, seeming to enjoy the detour. "We sure as hell did that." "Did you have any idea, I mean, how much she wanted to channel?" "Almost no idea at all. When I think back, she did surprise me in the bedroom now and then, with outfits -- or lack of outfits -- that didn't seem Mel-like. But I thought it was all for me... no idea she wanted to flaunt for anyone else, especially your sorry ass." I laughed a guy laugh. "Well my sorry ass isn't sorry about getting to know Mel's underwear choices, but holy shit, she raised it to another level last time." Jake lifted his glass as if he might propose a toast, but took a long swig instead. "That she did, my friend. I can still hear your blood-curdling scream, and I was out on the patio." As you can see, this conversation is very strange in a relationship sense. I said, "And I can still feel her magic hand..." For a moment I allowed myself to drift into memory of the intense minute or two, possibly three, lying on my back on their family room couch. "She did warn you that she wanted to, you know..." He tipped the glass slightly this time. "That she did." "And you're okay with..." He interrupted me, leaning forward with eyes angrier than I had ever seen. "Godammit, Sam, stop the fucking 'am I okay?' shit. Mel is happy. She isn't thinking about black dick or whatever the fuck she was thinking about. I get it that this is weird to you -- shit, you should be me..." He leaned back and exhaled loudly. "Jesus, man, I am sorry for that temper tantrum..." I leaned across the table and put my hand on his wrist. "I'm sorry, too. I just want this to work out for everyone." "So do I, my friend." There was a pause while an unusually emotional guy moment dissolved into more normal guyness. We drank our beer then one more with potato skins. Jake said, "Here's a heads up for next time. She wants to explain to us how her body and mind work." Our eyes met, as if we didn't really need to speak, but I picked up the ball. "Oh man, that's scary." "Yes it is." ***** My relationship with Mel is complicated, but part of it is very straightforward. For my entire life, I have been addicted to leg and panty voyeurism. I can clearly remember the life-changing period. I was maybe ten years old and spent a lot of time with my closest friend whose mom was a beautiful war widow. My relationship with her was purely visual, but oh my God, it was visual. I don't know whether 35-year-old moms intentionally tease 10-year-old kids, but intentional or not, her awesome legs and white silk panties and thin white slips inspired me to quickly learn about masturbation and I remember individual scenes vividly all these years later. When my interactions with Mel were strictly verbal, I shared this story. It turns out that she fully understood the meaning, at several levels. Once the ice was broken, it became increasingly clear that Mel loved showing what I love looking at. Our relationship soon had an adult honesty that I had never imagined possible. Here's a simple example: She was sitting on a kitchen-counter stool reading some mail. I came out of the downstairs john and was walking toward her, on my way to find Jake. She swiveled her chair toward me, but one leg lagged the other by a considerable margin, and we're talking about legs, etc. fully competitive with the star of my childhood-memory show. I decided to act cool vs. drool for a change, so I just kept walking, but as I passed her, I said, "Nice shot -- yellow with white trim." She just giggled, "Right again, eagle-eye man." Even harder to imagine is that the entire honest relationship is fully understood -- often witnessed first-hand -- by Jake. So I can count on the fact that every party at their home will be deeply satisfying, even if only through the lens of the 10-year-old-boy within. But Mel, for complicated reasons of her own, seems to be pushing the envelope to another level, with Ch 1's topless dance scene and my subsequent orgasmic roar being a vivid example. So Saturday rolled around, and the three of us were on the deck chairs around the firepit, working through a giant pitcher of Long Island Iced Tea. Mel was wearing a flippy little cream-colored skirt and a burgundy blouse that actually V'd to a point well below her breasts; no sign of a bra. I already knew her panty color. While I followed her from their front door toward the patio door, she looked over her shoulder, smiled, and said, "Spoiler alert." And she flipped her skirt to her waist... A light shade of purple. Tiny. Really high cut. Almost a thong. I just shook my head in wonderment and admiration. So we drank, we grilled steaks, and Jake put on some music, although no dancing this time, and we drank some more. On this night, Mel was an equal opportunity exhibitionist, having visual fun with her husband who is a great lover of breasts. She's sitting on her lounge chair. "Jake, if I lean forward like this, can you see my nipples?" Of course, Jake is happy to go along with the routine. "Sorry, Mel, nope." She tries another pose. "How 'bout this?" "Negative." "This?" "You're striking out, babe." She pouts and says, "Dammit." She gets off her lounge chair -- always a good moment for me -- walks to his chair, and leans at the waist, her loose-fitting top now inches from his face. "How 'bout this?" Jake laughs and says, "Bingo." Mel is likely something like a 34B, maybe 35B if bras come in that size, but she made a spirited try at the stripper routine of burying a guy's face between her breasts and slapping him on both cheeks. Jake managed a muffled, "I can't see your nipples anymore." And the shared laughter was hearty and long. We were already clued that Mel wanted to teach us about her mind and body, whatever that meant. If tradition held, it might include some erotic moments, and as you'll see, tradition did hold, big time. She said, speaking to the two of us, "Guys, I know a lot of this is about me and my sexual issues. I think it'll help you understand me if you understand more about my body... then we'll talk about my mind next time." She paused and looked toward Jake, then me. I glanced at Jake and saw a calm, ready-to-go expression. I feared that my expression was more like 'Duh, what the fuck is this about?' But Mel plowed on. "Please come with me to the family room." The scene she set up was very simple. She's sitting beside Jake on the couch. My refilled drink glass and I are sitting across from them on a standard easy chair. She says, "I think I'm blessed or cursed with way higher than average responsiveness. Jake, show Sam what can happen, even while we're just doing something like watching TV." I realized, of course, that the Buddy Club alert system had been compromised again. Jake was clearly an actor in her play, and I had no advance warning. He put his left arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. She looked at me with an expression I couldn't read, some combination of warm and expectant. His fingers disappeared into the top of her blouse. It was quickly evident that he had made contact with her nipple. No more than ten seconds later, her eyes closed. I could hear her gasp. Her breathing became audible. I could tell from the way her blouse was moving that his fingers were caressing lightly, then pinching gently, then back to circular caresses. Her eyes closed tighter. I heard 'Oh, oh, oh..." softly with each breath. Her legs began to spread as her hips pushed forward and her back began to arch. Each movement of her hips seemed to cause her skirt to ride up further, already at the top of her thighs. For me, legs spreading in passion was an incredible turn-on, but it was the expression on her face that nearly blew me away -- an amazing blend of ecstasy and something like tortured need. Her rhymthic "Oh...oh...oh..." became louder, more like gasps through tightly clenched teeth. Jake's role was simple. He did nothing at all except continue the circular nipple caress, with occasional gentle pinches. Her whole body began writhing, her hips moving, almost like she was being fucked. Her breathing became short gasps. "Oh God, Jake... on God...oh Fuck...oh Fuck..." I was hard as a rock. I had an enormous desire to beat off, in fact I wasn't sure I needed to beat off, it might just happen. Then her hips bucked violently, her back arched, almost creating a U. She stayed that way through a long raspy moan, as her orgasm seemed to ripple through her in waves, then she settled back gradually while her hips and thighs continued to spasm. Finally, she was lying almost flat, her legs splayed, her eyes still closed as she struggled to catch her breath. Jake withdrew the hand from her blouse. He made a husband's instinctive effort to pull her skirt down, then seemed to realize that it was a hopeless; her hem was nearly at her waist, and it was a short skirt. He looked toward me, "I'll give her a minute, but then I'll show you why she's amazing." I was still breathing hard myself, now struggling to understand what he just said. "Holy crap, more amazing than that?" He replied with a nod. Mel said nothing while Jake helped the recovery happen. Maybe three minutes later, she was upright on the couch, her knees together, her skirt pulled down as far as it could be. He changed places with her on the couch, so this time his right arm was around her shoulder, hand ready to invade her blouse. She gave me a look that showed an odd sense of determination. I couldn't read the expression then, but she explained it later. And it started again. Almost an exact repeat, except this time her panties were visibly soaked and her body's response was even more immediate. I couldn't imagine that the intensity could be greater, but I could see it in her face, a look that was like clenched-teeth physical pain as she tried to reach the relief of orgasm. Her hips bucked more wildly, her legs spread wider, her back somehow arched even higher, and this time she screamed from deep in her throat, Then she finally returned to flat on her back, gasping, her skirt again at waist level, her hips and glistening thighs continuing to quiver. Jake looked toward me, his expression odd, almost more awestruck than anything sexual. He simply said, "Two fingers on one nipple." I then amazed myself. "Can I get her a drink of water or something?" "She would like that." So my boner and I went to the kitchen, found an oversized glass and filled it with ice and water. When I got back, Mel was sitting up, clothes re-arranged, but her skin was splotchy pink. She accepted the water with a grateful look and a typical Mel comment. "Thanks, I worked hard for this." And I surprised myself again, letting wordplay on 'hard' remain unspoken. At least for a while, I felt more like a concerned big brother than her voyeuristic playmate. As you'll see, my period of selfless concern was not destined to last long. Mel excused herself, saying she needed to run upstairs to freshen up. After popping open two beers, Jake and I looked at each other in quiet amazement for a minute or two. I said, "I can't help feeling you withheld important information from me." He nodded. "I did. She wanted you to see with fresh eyes how, you know, how her body works." I tried but failed to grasp her why, then new questions hit me. "So you've known this all along? How the hell do we never talk about it?" "I didn't really know, until all this restless stuff started?" "Give me a fucking break. You're telling me you've had that body in your bed for over twenty years, and you never noticed that... Hell, man, the percentage of women who can orgasm by breast contact is tiny, much less... How the fuck do you not notice?" He just shook his head, in something like guilty bewilderment. "I knew, I guess. I knew it was easy to turn her on, but I was such a fucking idiot that I thought it made me lucky, you know, I didn't have to piss around with all the foreplay a lot of guys talk about." I pondered his explanation and had to admit that it made sense, at least to another guy who was probably a fucking idiot himself. I decided to keep worrying about Mel rather than closely examine my own history. "How 'bout O'Leary's Tuesday?" "Sounds good." And the agreement to meet next Tuesday, with Mel's challenges on my mind, ended ol' Sam's exercise in personal nobility. Mel rejoined us, wearing the same skirt and blouse, although her hair was less tousled and the splotchy pink had evaporated. She sat beside Jake for a minute or so, whispered something in his ear, then told him she had a couple of things to discuss with me in private. He nodded and headed in the direction of his office/den. She looked at me, seriously at first. "Well now you know part of the story." "Mel, I don't know what I know, except that your tits enjoy your hubby's fingers." She grinned, but playfully, "There's a lot more to it than that, smarty pants.. I want you to be thinking about it." I returned a playful grin. "Don't worry, I'll be thinking about it." She stood, "Want to assume your position?" I said, "Oh, yes... I really do." I setled backward onto the couch. She quickly handled unbuckling, unzipping, and cock release without saying a word. Then, as she began stroking me, she proved again that she has a way with words. Of course, she has the advantage of knowing the secrets of my soul, at least erotically. "I guess you saw my panties a lot tonight, right? I laughed out loud at that. "That would be emphatically true." "Did you like the color?" "Yes, Mel, you look good in lavendar.." Then she leaned to whisper in my ear while her hand began doing its magic. "Guess what I tried to do tonight, while Jake was touching me." I squirmed as her hand became more active. "I don't have a clue." I tried to keep my knees together, so you couldn't see my panties." I chuckled. "Not successfully, I'd say." "I know. When Jake does that to my breasts, it's like a signal goes straight to my, you know..." She found another way to tease my cock; this time returning to the head. She whispered, "I didn't have a chance... I mean, all of a sudden my legs were spread, right?" I was really enjoying this moment, easily her best work as a verbal tease artist, but my dick was saying, 'Better take it easy, buddy, it's beginning to rumble down here.' I croaked a feeble, "Yes, Mel, I noticed that." Her mouth stayed at my ear, a teasing whisper. "Could you tell how wet I was?" "Pretty much." It was my tortured whisper that signals reaching the point where a guy knows he is helpless, just waiting to be finished off. Her hand gripped tighter, loosened, gripped tighter and swirled. "God, Sam, I was really wet --- clear down my thighs. So my panties are upstairs in the dirty clothes hamper." She gave the head of my cock a different kind of twist,. Then she gently caressed my balls. "And guess what I forgot to do before I came downstairs?" "You're bad, Mel." The cock massage returned, became faster; swirling like she's somehow learned to do. I could feel her tongue, rimming my ear, then she whispered, "At the end, I was glad I couldn't keep my legs from spreading for you. I wanted you to see me...to see me screaming and cumming." OH FUCK, GAME OVER. And for those of you who haven't read Ch. 1, let's just say that I proved again that I'm qualified to join the Olympic ejaculation team. ***** Okay, let's start with total honesty that won't surprise you. A lot of my thinking between Saturday and Tuesday was purely sexual. In fact, I might have proved that I'm qualified for the Olympic masturbation team. But I did give serious thought to Mel's reason to formally declare a teaching moment for Jake and me. I quickly convinced myself that she's not a closet nymphomiac finding ways to lure me into sexual encounters Of course, that conclusion was aided by the realization that I had literally not laid a hand on her except for holding her hips during the dance scene. I was delighted to provide a chest for her to rub her nipples on, but surely a nympho would have demanded more, right? It was also clear that I wasn't being asked to cuck my friend Jake. Hell, his sex life was soaring, and I was getting wacked off every now and then. So I couldn't even pretend that I understood her, but I was able to take a theory to the next meeting of the 'What the Hell's Going On?' Committee of the "O'Leary's Buddy Club. ***** After the Guinness pints were in place, Jake started the meeting with an entirely unnecessary apology. "I was thinking about whether I should have clued you in better, you know, about Mel's body... anyway, I think I should have." "Put your mind at ease, ol' buddy. I forgive you. Mel has a way of helping a guy release all his anger and tension." He winced at the lame humor try, but said, "She definitely has talents I didn't know about." Then we got down to business. "So what do you think... what's the lesson we're supposed to get?" I was ready. "I do have a theory. It doesn't use terms Mel would use, but try this on for size." I paused to nurse some Guinness. "I think she was telling us that we're like a dirt-track stock car racing team. She likes us. She loves you. But she wants us to understand that she's an Indy Car." Jake's expression turned thoughtful. He sat back and took a long swig of Guinness. Then he leaned forward, meeting my eyes. "You came up with that all by yourself?" I chuckled at an angle he hadn't considered. "Who the hell would I have asked to help me?" He chuckled too, but his expression stayed serious. "That's a holy shit thought." "Here's a thought that may be scarier. This was only part one." "You mean about her body, right?" "Right" We had another round of beers, this time with shrimp tacos. But a full hour later, we had not generated a single good guess about what we would learn about Mel and her mind. Stay tuned.

How it all started by lilgrl625 I guess to give you more of insight to my first two stories, I should give you more of my back ground of my sex life and life in general. When I was 14, We lived in Chicago on the north side. My parents moved into my grandfathers 2 flat after he died. My parents are both professional, and so we really didn’t hurt for much. They remodeled the 2 flat to be one complete home. The building on both sides of us were real close. A 6 flat on one side and a 3 flat on the other, With some windows lining up, you had to keep the blinds closed for privacy. The bed rooms were upstairs, and you could go from the bedrooms, all the way down to the basement from the backstairs. Like I said, I was 14 when we moved there. My breasts were pretty developed then, Boys teased me, and older boys and men stared. My dad put a pool in for me and my younger brother, in the postage stamp back yard we had. We have lots of fun with family and friends at the pool, cook outs and pool parties. We had a large wooden fence around the back yard, but from a few buildings around us you could watch what ever was going on. We had just moved in during the early spring. I went to a new school and really didn’t have and friends. Not enough time to make friends before school was out. So I spent my time, listening to music in my room, and going shopping within walking distance to our house. My brother was 10 and attended summer school. I was left home alone. I would be home alone till 3:30pm when my brother got home from school. We had a house keeper that would make dinner for us. My parents would get home between 7pm and 9pm. So it was real boring for me, with not a lot to do. I would stay up late and watch tv, read teen magazines, try on clothes, dance and sing. I would pretend I was a famous singer and perform for all my adoring fans. Back then I wore panties, (I don’t now) I would have some of the nicest panties, my mother bought me all the latest fashions for the most exclusive stores. I guess because she wasn’t around much, and tried to make up for it. I had drawer after drawer full of thongs, and bras. So many I would run across some that still had the tags on them. All colors, a lot of lace, and mesh. I think my mother was trying to relive her youth thru me. “Honey, I found these cute thongs, and thought how much you’d like them!” I’d just throw them in a drawer. I would dance in front of my mirror, and try doing all the latest dance moves, a lot of humping the air, grinding my hips, pretty sexy stuff I thought. Most of the time it was in my bra and panties. I would pretend that there was this real cute guy in the front row of my concert, and I would dance just for him, grinding all the way down and then back up again. I’d get pretty turned on by this and would wind up in bed masturbating. Thinking he can back stage with me to my room and started kissing me and touching me breasts and nipples. So I would stick my tongue out in the air like I was kissing him and feel my tits like he was, and my fingers were busy on my pussy. My room during these performances, was lit with my stage lights, (small clear Christmas tree lights at the top of the walls) I could make them stay on or slowly go marquee style, or ultra fast. They light up the room pretty good, but like a glow in the room. I danced almost ever night, until I got bored with it, and then found something else to do or went to bed. One night while I was dancing to Britney Spears….”Baby one more time” I thought I saw someone in the window across the way from my window. I looked, nothing, so I contained, the next song I also loved was “Genie in a bottle”, from Christine Aguilera. I had my back to the window cuz I faced the mirror on my wall. I saw a flash, then after a bit a small ember. Someone was watching me in the building next door and just lit a cigarette!. From my window to the window across from mine was only about 14 feet or so, very close. I knew that that was their dining room. I never saw anyone in it ever. They never used it. I turned off the lights and sat in the dark waiting to see if I could find out who it was. After an hour, a light came on in their kitchen. And was left on. I saw a guy walk thru the dining room into their front room from the light from the kitchen. I was the landlord of the building, who lived there. He was a Hispanic man in his fifties, married, no children lived with them. His wife was a police woman, I seen her come and go in a police car that would pick her up. As far as I know he did not work. So I watched for a while, he shut off the kitchen light and a light went on in the living room, and I could see the flicker from a tv.. I crawled in bed and lay there kinda scared and kinda excited. So after that I did not dance in my room with the curtains open. I pulled my shades. This went on for the rest of the week. One night I even masturbated thinking of me dancing naked for him and masturbating and letting him watch. I got tingly all over thinking about it. I was so used to men raping me with their eyes, I thought, maybe it’s time to let men really drool! So I would put my plan into effect this Saturday night. My parents were going to a award dinner downtown. My brother, would be spending the night at a friends house. PERFECT! Saturday night, 8pm, my parents left for the dinner. I went to my room and dug through my closet and drawers, I was looking for something sexy to wear for my little show for my neighbor. It was still light out so I had a lot of time. I wanted to find something like Christina Aguilera wears in her videos. I found a sheer black bra, it looked like a black nylon stocking covering each breast. I decided on a low cut top that was long, but if worn without a skirt or pants was a micro mini dress. I went to my mothers room and found a black lace garter belt, and some black pot hole stockings. And in my room found a sheer black thong, and 4inch ankle boots in black. I had my stage outfit. Now make-up, I had tons of it, but what to do? Finally I would use a real light base, all most white, that would make my eyes stand out more and my lips. I went back to my mothers bedroom, and got a pair of her black thick false eyelashes. I thought a punk look would be what I would go for. So looking through magazines I got a few more ideas. I took a shower and trimmed my pubic hair, started to comb my hair to get that full head of hair look, used hair gel and spray. Got it looking almost like those vampire chicks (tho blonde) Sat down at my make-up table and applied the base, then applied the false eyelashes. I then went and put on some fuchsia eye shadow, applied several times so it was very bright. Lined my eyes with jet black eye liner, thick lines, Put on some blush on my cheeks, then applied goth blood red lip stick, and clear gloss. My lips were so shiny, that I could see the light on the walls reflecting in them. I sat in the bed and pulled up the black thongs, then stood up and hooked the black garter belt around me. Sat back down and pulled the stockings together and put a foot in one. I slid it up along my ankle, up my calf, over my knee and up my thighs. The stockings were big, my mother is taller than me, it went all the way to my crotch. I slid up the other stocking. I went to hook up the garters, didn’t know how, never wore then before. But after a while, I figured it out. I stood up and noticed that the garters were limp, I adjusted then but still pretty limp. So I did what I do to a skirt that was too long, I rolled it up till they were tight. Next I put on the front hook black sheer bra, I never wore it but wow! You could see my whole tit in it. The top was bright red with these diagonal glitter gold piping on it. Low cut with spaghetti straps.. Sat down and slipped my black ankle boots on. I stood up and went to the mirror, I could not believe it!! I was looking at someone else not me! I did not even recognize myself! And the outfit was as slutty as you can get I thought! It was now about 9:45 or so. I walked over to the mirror and looked, my bra showed out of the top, which was so short, but it didn’t show my nylon tops cause the stockings were so long on me. The rear view showed a small bit of ass cheek, more it I swayed my hips and bent over even the slightest. It was dark now, and I shut off the lights and went to my window and peeked around to look out. I saw his living room light on and tv. I knew from earlier his wife was leaving for work soon, Her shift was at 11:pm and she left about 10:10. I would go to my parents bed room and watch out the window when she left. It was about 10:05 pm when her ride arrived and she left. So I walked back to my room and loaded my cd player with 6 disc’s , I did not know how long I would be doing this, but wanted enough music so I would not have to stop. I went downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge, I would use it as a microphone, then thought, what the hell, I popped the cap off and took a waterfall swig, (pouring it in my mouth from a few inches away, as not to smear my lip stick on it). It was cold and tasted bad, how could people drink this stuff? So I grabbed another to use and headed back to my bed room. I sat in the dark trying to figure how to get him to watch. It was pretty warm, the beer was cold, I just drank and held my nose. Next thing I knew I was finished with the beer. And I felt kinda funny. I belched a few times, geez nasty. I thought, about how I could get his attention. I opened the other beer and took a drink, this time not holding my nose, and shuddered it down. After a few swigs, I decided to move my cd player on my desk witch was near the window, I would turn it up and he could hear it. Saturday night in the city, you could hear music up and down all the streets, so it would not be a bid deal, besides, my room was a long way from the street. I moved the player, made sure the batteries were ok, and swallowed the last of the beer. I was getting drunk, I have had a glass of wine before and felt the same way. I was getting giddy. I went to the window and opened it all the way, and pulled the shade down to about my stomach, that way it wouldn’t look too oblivious . But still give him total view of all of me when I was across the room near the mirror and my bed. I pressed play on the cd player. And felt kinda stupid to start dancing , so I walked back and forth in my room to get his attention. It felt funny walking in heels, plus being a bit drunk, I wobbled a bit here and there and stumbled a few times. Every couple of passes I would glance out and see if I could see anything. I noticed his tv and living room light were now off. So I hit my light switch on and strolled over and faced the mirror, I brought the beer bottle to my mouth and sand with the song. Gyrating to the beat, arching my back, and tilting my head to the side, reaching down and running one hand up my nylon covered leg from ankle to thigh, bending deep, I felt the bottom of my top go up to the top of my ass, exposing my ass with a black string in the crack and those sexy stockings and garter belt. I turned sideways and looked in the mirror and held my “mic” in my left hand and ran my right hand down the side of my hair to my neck and across my right breast., still singing. I started to grind and move like the pop stars I’ve seen, then I put my leg up on the bed and leaned over far, like I was singing to someone down in the front row. I then turned to my left, and glanced at the window, I saw nothing. The beer was working on me hard now, I got a bad attitude and thought, “Fuck it!” I was going to just have fun anyhow. He must have went to bed or left. On of my favorite songs came on, “Yeah!!!, I yelled real loud, I went into dirty dance after dirty dance, and was feeling no pain. I dropped the bottle on the floor, and took both hands and pulled my top off, and danced staring at myself in the mirror. “God who is this chick?” I asked myself. I continued to dance in my bra, thong, garter belt and stocking and boots. My head was spinning and so was the room, I could see the sweat on my stomach, making it shine. My neck shining as I rolled my head in circles, making the spinning worse. I thought I looked like a stripper I saw in one of my dads private movies. The beat was pounding in my head along with my heart. I could feel my crotch getting moist with sweat, and from excitement. My large tits bounced with every step I took and the air stiffened my nipples. “Gee now I know why girls strip, it’s such a turn on!”, I thought. I unhooked the clasp in front of my bra and shook my shoulders to let it fall off. I gazed at them in the mirror, and turned from side to side, still moving like a wave. I shimmied and watched them shake, and laughed out loud. I squeezed them both and ran my thumb and fore finger to my nipples and tweaked then, That intensified the burning in my crotch. I went to pull off my thong, I bent over at the hips and pulled at the string waist band, got it unstuck from my ass and pulled it down my thighs. But, it got stuck, it hit my garters, I would have normally sat down and unhooked all the garters and pulled my thong off. Being drunk, you don’t think right, I stood there and unhooked my left leg garters, and pulled the thong off the leg, stretching the thong till it almost ripped, so there I stood with the thong still at crotch high on my right leg. I didn’t give a shit, I started dancing again, this time I concentrated on looking at my crotch. Gyrating and humping the air moving like I was wanted by every man in the world! I never before looked at my body in this way, never thought about being sexy, well at least not this sexy. I was getting pretty tired, so I sat down on the corner of the bed, and just sat there. I was feeling good, but I wanted to feel “better”. I got up and kinda tripped, was it the beer or the heels? Oh well, I opened my door and went to the back stairs, almost fell at the top, but I made my way to the kitchen and got a couple of beers. I cracked on open and took a few drinks, and headed back upstairs. I was still sweating pretty good, so when I got back to my room, I stood in front of my dresser and turned on the small fan that was there. The air feel so good, I took my hands and fluffed my hair to get some cool air to my head, and shook my head, leaning with my elbow on the top of the dresser. I wiped the hair out of my eyes and looked in the mirror on my dresser, I still was in disbelief at who I was looking at, I took another drink of beer, and looked down and saw the thong hanging on my right leg. So I unhooked the garters and the hooks of the garter belt itself, and let them fall to the floor, and kicked the thong off my ankle. Looking back in the mirror, I thought about those girls in mens magazines. I looked as good as they do, so I walked in front of my full length mirror and tried posing like they do. I know a few poses were ok, but most of them sucked. Those girls must lean those poses I guess. I took a few more drinks and the buzz was still going and I was still kinda horny. I got on the bed and started to pose, on my knees kissing the air, laying on my side, The stockings made my legs look longer, I thought, I got on my knees and faced the mirror, then laid back and put both legs in the air and crossed my ankles. I leaned up and looked in the mirror and saw my pussy exposed , and those black pot hole stockings going all the way to my pussy, and my boot buckle catching the light. I was getting pretty hot about that time, I let my legs down and pulled my knees up and spread them apart, got up on my elbows, and looked. Yeah!! That would be a super sexy picture! I then cupped my tits and rubbing the nipples I squealed it felt so good, I went down to my pussy and ran a finger up and down the lips, went it was wet I dipped it into me, oh so sweet, I watched myself finger my wet cunt and rub my swollen clit, I saw on the floor the beer bottle, empty just laying there. I got up and got it, and returned to the position I was in. My right hand went for my wet pussy, the juice was running down the crack of my ass, My left hand took the bottle and I began licking the neck like it was a cock. I pretended it was a nice hard cock, I kissed it and finally put the end in my mouth and sucked on it. I had never seen a cock for real, less along sucked or fucked one. But I did what I thought was a good blow job. I moved the bottle down to my pussy and rubbed it over the lips and all over my clit. I was ready to cum, I would arch my back off the bed and hump the air like I was being fucked. I wanted so badly to put the bottle in me, but was too afraid. I would get it right in the opening and use short jabs, it felt like heaven. I lifted my head to look at it in the mirror, yes that was so hot, seeing those stockings, the bottle looking like it was in me, and a flicker! Flicker? Yes he was there!! I paused for a second……..yes there’s the glow from him taking a drag on his cigarette! Well, this just was enough to bring me to full climax!! I came in several waves, moaning, shaking, quivering, gasping for breath. I laid there for a while, still feeling the beers, but now wanting to go to bed. I got up and walked right to the window, stood there for a second, and then pulled the shade all the way down. Went and closed my door and locked it, shut off the lights and crawled into bed, satisfied and drunk I fell asleep. I did this at least once a week for the month of June. I knew he was there at least 2 times. I thought to myself. “If he likes watching…..I like showing!” I even went as bold as to have my pussy face him as I fingered myself into bliss. Leading to that each time I got bolder and bolder. The fourth of July, my parents always took the boat up to Milwaukee to watch the fireworks, sleep on the boat and return the next day. I didn’t want to got, it was too much sun, too many of my dads corporate friends looking at me and grinning, and a few bold enough to brush against my tits and grab my ass. My dad was upset that I didn’t want to go, I told mom that outside of it being boring, fireworks didn’t do anything for me. And the deal breaker!!! The men get drunk and make passes at me. “Don’t worry, I’ll smooth it over with your father, will you be alright here alone?” “Yes mom. I’m not a baby!”. “I know, you sure you don’t want to come?” I blurted out a firm, “I’ll be fine”. “Call you later!”, she said as she went downstairs to break the news to my father. It was still early when they left, like too early, 5am. I went back to bed and fell asleep. I awoke at 10 and went down and had a bowl of cereal, watched tv and returned to my room. Around noon I thought I would get some tanning in, and cool off in the pool. I got into my bathing suit, which really covered only a half of each boob. Grabbed my cd player, lotion and two towels and headed out to the pool. I hit the door and dropped my sun glasses off my head and on my nose. The air was full of outdoor cooking smells. Not a cloud in the sky, and it was super hot. We had these thick padded sunning chairs, I laid a towel out on one. Moved it. The reason I moved it, is, we have an above ground pool and it is near one side of the fence, I put my chair between the pool and the fence……..because there I am blocked from all the neighbors windows, so I’m not watched all the time. I just can’t be seen there, and a few times I’d sunbathed. So I oiled up, turned on the cd player and laid down in the hot summer sun. I would listen to six or seven songs and then flip over. I did that a few times and went in and got a tall glass of lemonade full of ice and went back. A breeze came off Lake Michigan and keep me cooler, even as the sun blazed on me. I fell asleep at some point, and was dreaming of this handsome guy kissing me passionately and sucking my nipples, and plunging his cock deep in me and fucking me slow and deep. I half awoke, and was so aroused that I slipped my hand into the bottoms of my swim suit. I was rubbing my clit and becoming more aroused, and all of a sudden it was like a cloud covered the sun, I opened my eyes and someone was standing near me and cutting off the sun. I pulled my hand from my pussy and sat up. “Hello” a voice said. I put my hand up to block the sun more to see who it was. It was the Latino landlord from next store. “Hi” I said, what are you doing here?” He paused for a moment and looked around, “I see your parents, did they leave?” I sat up further and said, “Yes. They’re not home”. After what seemed like forever he said. “You know. I do not think, you you parents would like to know that you make naked and play with yourself to me in your window, or play outside no?” I was shocked, panic hit me like a bomb. I didn’t know what to say. “I was goin to tell then today, but they no home, so I go call police!” I stood up, “ No No please! Please! Don’t call the police, don’t tell my parents, PLEASE PLEASE, I’ll do anything anything you want, I’ll clean your apartment. Anything PLEASE!!!” “I don’t know,” he replied. “PLEASE PLEASE”, I begged. He stood there with his hands in his pockets, and watched the tears flow down my cheeks, I started to cry uncontrollable, finally he said maybe we can work it out. “Anything please! Don’t call the cops!” He looked at me and said, “You like peeturs?” I was not sure of what he said I said, “Sure I guess” with that he turned and started walking, he motioned for me to follow, “Come come,” he said. I watched him walk he was about five six and at least 250 with a big beer belly, grey hair, grey handle bar mustache, and the rest of his face was unshaved for a couple of days. His face was weathered with deep lines and a broad nose with thick cracked lips. I followed him to his flat, and we went into the dining room and stopped. “See this is were I watch you play with your pussy, sit down please!” I sat down and he left the room, and came back with a stack of porno magazines. “Look, look at the peetures!” he said handing me several. “You like?” I looked at one flipping through the pages, some girl sucking a guy and fucking him. “They’re ok I guess” not knowing what he really meant . “I take peetures of you ok? In underwear and stockings ok?” I thought for a moment, what choice did I have and hell. Big deal! I’m in lee clothes now. “Ok”, I told him and he grinned. “You go get clothes from when you last play in window, ok?” “Sure”. I replied almost laughing. “You no come back in ten minutes I call police! Understand?” Yes” I said, “Hurry go come back here door will be open go!, just bring clothes no change!” I got up and left, all the way to my room I thought what the fuck did I get myself into, wish I never did it! I gathered the clothes and returned to his flat. “Good good, go in there change ok?” “Ok I will”, I said reluctantly . I slipped out of my bathing suit and started to get dressed. I put on the top which was a neon pink fishnet long sleeve top, and neon pink fence net tights and a black miniskirt that was velvet. And a white sheer blouse, and I tied it at my waist in a knot. Slipped on white pumps, shot heels. I went to the door way and peeked out. He saw me and said. “Good good come here!” As I walked toward him he started taking pictures, It made a funny zip zip noise and was a big camera. I got to him and he told me to turn around and he continued to take pictures, “Bend over like you do in room!”. I bent over at the waist and the flashed started. “Oh yes bay yes!” he muttered all the time. He crawled between my legs and told me to spread, I did and the flashed started again. “Take off top slow!” I faced him and started to untie my blouse and the flashed started and the almost blinded me. I took the top off and my nipple were hard and poking between the fishnet. He moved closer and at different angles and flashed away I must admit, I was getting turned on, thinking about being a real porn model and all the attention. He stopped and went to reload the camera. He came back and said, “Now the skirt take off!”. I did and as I did he circled me taking pictures until the skirt hit the floor. I stepped out of the skirt and he had me bend over and spread, he got behind me and got so close I could feel the heat from the flash on my pussy. Got me aroused . Then he told me to get on the couch, I posed in every position you could imagine. Leg on back of the couch, slumped sitting with legs spread. He did a very close up on my pussy in that position. And saw I was wet. “You like this yes?” I really did not know what to say so I said yes. “You getting wet pussy, rub pussy through stocking ok?” I did and he said and was getting hotter and hotter. All the time he was grunting and saying thing s like, “Yes baby,yes Oh that good mmmmm,” He told me to lick the air like in my room and squeeze my tits. I now was masturbating in front of a stranger and having my pictures taken. “You come for me ok?” I closed my eyes and said “Yes”. I opened my eyes a slit just before the first wave of climax hit me, He had his cock out of his khakis, it was short and was un-cut, the head had a drip on pre-cum falling from it. It was about as big around as a polish sausage I started to cum and moan out loud, he walked closer to me and said, “Suck it baby. Suck it good!”. I never sucked a cock before, but passion opened my mouth and I raised my head and took it in my mouth, I sucked on it, and continued fingering my pussy as the waves of orgasm came harder. He started to pump his cock back and forth, I took all of his cock in my mouth. “OH Yeah baby, you come you come for me and I come for you!” When he said that I went into a sucking frenzy, and my hand on my clit went super fast. Just the thought of a mans cum turned me on so much I started cumming and could not stop! “Ahhh yes yes baby yes Awwww,” he screamed! I felt his cock go deep in my mouth and he pushed hard in my fast and kept it there, and an explosion of cum shot into my mouth, hot thick cum. I swallowed it and was still shaking with orgasm after orgasm. He let out moan after moan and said stuff in Spanish. He pulled out and went and fell in a chair trying to catch his breath. I too was looking for air. “That was sooo good my little baby, mmmm good,” I sat up and got my skirt and pulled it up and got my blouse on. “You can go but come back at ten o’clock tonight, you not here I call police! Understand?”. “Yes I’ll be here” I walked out and went home, I was excited, I sucked my first cock and had it cum in my mouth, that was good, even if it was covered with gray hair. I went an showered and fell asleep. I got up and went downstairs and made a sandwich and grabbed a pop. Returned to my room and clicked on the tv. I watched a movie and around nine pm I heard his voice from outside my window. I went to the window and he was in his dining room window. “When you come put make-up on and wear short skirt and stockings, blouse no bra, no panties and high heels ok?” I nodded my head ok, and my heart started pounding. I started to look for an outfit like he asked, when he returned to the window, “What shoe size you are?”, I answered, “5”. “ Ok see you soon. Was his response. I was wondering what was going to happen tonight, I was scared but also excited. I picked out all sheer black pantyhose, a red tube top, and red miniskirt, and red 3 inch heels. I got dressed and went to my make-up table, and made myself up, with red eye shadow, my mothers false eyelashes , and a dark blue lipstick, Brushed my hair and took some perfume and sprayed my legs, and crotch, and the rest of my exposed body. I knocked on his door, I was worried his wife was home, but she wasn’t. He led me to the dining room and another Latino man was there, he was also older much older. “This is my friend, he brought you something,’ handing me a box. I opened the box and pulled out a pair of patent red leather knee boots, with a 6 inch heel! “They are yours for letting my friend watch me take you peetures.” he said. The boots were so sexy, and scary. I never walked in heels over 4 inches and those were hard to walk in!. “Put them on, you look, so hot tonight baby!” he said as I slipped off my heels and put on the boots. Just sitting there in them was different, I was on my toes in them, I stood up and wobbled and held on to the dining room table. “Mmmm they look good on you, yours to keep ok?” I nodded my head. He grabbed his camera and headed into the living room. “Come on honey! I started to walk towards the living room, my right ankle gave out and I almost fell. “Ok baby, just stand there!” The flashed started going off, and he circled my a few times, got on his knees, and I knew what he wanted so I opened my legs as far as my skirt would allow me. He took about 4 rear shots and 10 front shots and 5 between my legs. “Oh honey your pussy looks so good in those!” I looked in the mirror on the wall and saw the difference the shoes made on my legs, and my ass jetted out and my back was arched so my tits stuck way out! Wow what a difference these shoes make. I started to unzip my skirt , slowly pulled it down inch by inch. I glanced at the older man sitting in the dining room. He gave me a big smile. The skirt fell to the floor and the flashed started again. I leaded over so he could get a good shot of my ass covered in black sheer nylon, run my hands over the cheeks and he squealed with delight,”Yes baby, that’s it more!” I rubbed my ass more and then down the outside of my hips, and across the top of my thighs, and then both between my legs. The older man got up and came into the room with us and sat down in a chair.”Sit on the couch, sit straight up and you hands on your knees!” I did as he requested. “Now do rub your legs like before!” Not sure what he meant, I rubbed the insides of my thighs with both hands, one on each leg. The camera was busy as I was getting more excited. The nylon felt so good on my legs and ass, and it was slightly moving on my pussy. “Take top off ok?”. I pulled down the red tube top and saw my hard nipples. The older man said something in Spanish, and they both talked for a moment. “Damn, puta! Those are the finest tits we have ever seen, play with them!” I pulled the tube top down to my waist in a roll. I cupped my breasts and squeezed them for several minutes and rolled the nipples with my fingers. I was getting wet and started to squirm in my seat. As the flashed and their discussion continued . “Play with yourself like today!’ he muttered. I slumped farther down and spread my legs wide, I slide my right hand from my tit and let it trail down, all the way to my pussy, I cupped it and ground my hand down on to it. He stopped taking pictures and went to reload, I was in the zone, I didn’t stop, I started moaning, and moving my ass in circles. My eyes were closed tight and I knew the older guy was watching me. That alone made me moan again. “I go get more film,” he said when he entered the room. He said something to the older man, and came over close to me and leaned down and said, “You let him touch your tits, these shoes he gave you cost 80 dollars, let him touch you while I go get film ok?” I just nodded, I was close to cumming, I closed my eyes and continued to rub my clit to get to climax. I felt the older man come over and sit next to me. He said, “I touch you breast?” I again just nodded. Here again I was, dressed like a slut, masturbating while old men watched, and now touched. The more disgusting I felt, the more excited I got. He grabbed my tit and squeezed kinda hard, and then I felt his hot breath on it. I opened my eyes and saw him lower his lips to the nipple. He licked at it and it set shock waves through me. I had never had this done to me. He kissed the nipple, then slipped it in his hot mouth, and sucked on it. OMG the feeling was tremendous! It was like it was connected to my pussy, it made me wetter and my first climax started when he did it. I started to tremble, I closed my eyes tight I was moaning now almost constantly. I opened my eyes to watch his loose skinned face with age spots suck my tits, when I did it gave me another orgasm. So I kept my eyes open as he sucked my tit like a hunger baby. He opened his eyes and looked out of the corner of his eye and saw me watching him. He popped the nipple out of his mouth and moved his face to mine, and our lips met. He kissed me, and I was very reluctant and keep my mouth closed. He pressed hard on my lips, and slowly the passion over came me, I opened my mouth and let his tongue in, and then I savagely kissed him back, and the orgasms came one after another, the harder I came the harder I crushed and mashed my mouth on his. He finally broke our embrace and stood up, I was still cumming, he unzipped his pants and reached in and pulled out his cock. It was un-cut and small in size. He held it and motioned with his other hand to come here. I sat up and leaned forward and took it in my mouth and he let out a gasp. He said stuff in Spanish, as I moved my head back and forth on his hard cock. I still was rubbing my pussy. I bobbed on his cock about 20 times and he came in my mouth, I felt his cum shoot in thick globs in the back of my mouth. I swallowed it and let go of his cock with my lips. He still had his head back looking at the ceiling and then looked down and put his cock back in his pants. “Thank you!” he said. “No problem”. I replied, “Thank you for the boots!”. He just nodded. I sat up and leaned over to pull up my tube top. And got up to get my skirt in the middle of the room. I could not believe how hard I came, I couldn’t believe this was even happening . He got back from the store, and the older guy was talking to him, gee I wish I learned Spanish I thought. The older man came up to me and said.”Good night” I dittoed it, and he left. “Now a few more peetures, and you must go”. “Please take off hose and boots and sit on couch”. I went to the couch and pulled off the boots and pantyhose. He came over and I pulled down the tube top, and spread my legs so he could get some shots. He took a few pictures and said, “Stay like that!”. He put the camera down and came over and got on his knees. His rough hands slide up and down my thighs. “You want to fuck me?” he asked looking me in the eyes. “I never fucked anyone before, I’m still a virgin!, I told him. “Really?, you never have cock?” I just shook my head no. “Ok no problem”, “You suck me again?” “Yes”, I said. He pulled his cock out of his pants, “But first I eat you pussy”. He spread my legs and put his head in between them. And put his hands under my ass which raised me up. He kissed my pussy, and with each kiss I jumped a little. “It will be ok it will feel real good”. The I felt his tongue on the outer lips, it felt like a hot flame licking at me. With each lick it went deeper into my lips, and darted in the hole, and then he pressed harder and his tongue was fucking my pussy. The room spun, and the flames spread through my body, I opened my legs farther as he lapped at my cunt. With out thinking I grabbed his head and held it while he found my clit and flicked it with the tip of his tongue, and wrapped his lips around it and sucked. I came several times and was about to come real hard when he stood up and jacked his cock a few times and shot his cum all over my thighs, I twitched and shook and let out a moan, and out his cock back in his pants. I was still finishing an orgasm when he said, “Go home, wife be home soon”. I sat up and started to get dressed, “You are my puta now, and you will everyday look in my window, if you see a red work rag in it, you will come over, I know when your parents are home so don’t try to make fool of me! Or daddy will see you peetures, and I will tell him how you suck cock!!, you understand?” I told him I did and left, The cum was running down my leg all the way home. I was still excited, and still extremely scared. The loud noise of fire works was in the air. I got home and wiped the cum off my thighs and legs. This was a Fourth of July I would never forget.

Holly and Jamie by DonnerBBQ© Holly and Jamie Ch. 01 During my freshman year of college I went out to a Sevendust concert with a couple of guys, Jake and Tommy, and my roommate Jamie. The guys shared another room in the dorm and we hung out together periodically. None of us had a significant other, so there was some flirtation in our group, but nothing more than that. I wouldn't say that Jamie and I were huge fans of Sevendust, but we had heard of them and enjoyed hanging out with the guys. Neither Jamie nor I had ever been to a hard rock/metal concert before and we were in for a surprise. After the opening act, the crowd became livelier. The crowd noise increased, and the floor got packed with fans. Then it happened. About ten feet in front of us, a girl got up on the shoulders of a guy. I thought it was to just look around, but the crowd started chanting, "Show your tits!" After laughing a bit, she reached down and pulled up her shirt, showing her bare breasts to all around. The crowd cheered, and people even started taking pictures with their cell phones. Jamie and I just looked at each other in shock. Even Jake and Tommy took some pictures, creating slight pangs of jealousy. She continued laughing as the guy turned around to give everyone a look. A few moments later, the crowd groaned as she pulled her shirt back down and came down from the guy's shoulders. No sooner was she down when another girl popped up. The chants started immediately. She seemed to be having some sort of conversation with the guy she was on, like he was trying to convince her to do it and she was hesitant. But then she gave in, and pulled up her shirt and bra. She was quite flat, but the crowd didn't care as it went wild again and more pictures were taken. Over the next five minutes or so, several girls got up and gave the sea of horny boys a look at their breasts. Then Jake nudged me, and asked me if I wanted to go up. I was shocked, but also excited thinking about it. Jamie had heard the question and was carefully watching my reaction. Then she started encouraging me as well. I still wasn't sure, so I turned it around on her, telling HER to do it, and the guys soon began working on her too. I then got carried away with the pressuring, and without really thinking about it, told her that I'd do it if she did it first. This caught her attention and she got momentarily serious, before saying "Deal" and breaking into a big smile. As I realized what I'd just agreed to, I wanted to take it back but she was already being lifted into the air by Tommy. The crowd cheered at the new prospect and began the chant. She looked down at me and I could see the excitement in her eyes. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it slightly, causing a cheer from the crowd. But she was teasing, lifting it only to the bottom of her bra-covered breasts. The crowd broke into a new chant, "Higher! Higher!" Jamie giggled and looked back down at me and said, "Holly, you're next!" She then looked out into the crowd, wrapped her fingertips underneath her bra and lifted the shirt and bra, releasing her breasts for all to see. The crowd cheered madly. I could see Tommy trying to look up, but it didn't look like he could see too well. Jake, however, had a close-up view of Jamie's tits and began snapping pictures. I gave a mock scowl, but it didn't seem to faze him. He certainly wasn't the only one taking pictures either. After several moments, she let her shirt drop down and got off of Tommy's shoulders. She looked at me and I could tell that she enjoyed that. She also enjoyed informing me that it was my turn. As I got onto Jake's shoulders, I couldn't believe what I was doing. It felt like I had no control over what was happening. One moment I'm getting on his shoulders, then I'm being lifted up, and then hundreds and hundreds of people are staring at me, calling for me to flash my tits. I looked down at Jamie and see that she had a grin from ear to ear. So did Tommy as he looked up in anticipation. I couldn't believe that I was about to let him see my tits. I looked back to the crowd and watched the faces of several nearby guys, all eager for me to show my breasts. Not doing so was not much of an option at this point. After my deal with Jamie, I would never live it down. Besides, I too felt excited with all of these guys anxiously awaiting me to lift my shirt. I then decided to just do it. I reached for the bottom of my shirt, and after one more look to Jamie, lifted the bottom to my neck as I closed my eyes. I heard the crowd cheer, and then boo. I opened my eyes in confusion and then it dawned on me that I still had my bra covering my tits. I reached down and grabbed the bottom of my bra, and lifted it to my neck. The crowd roared. I looked out to see all of these faces staring at me. I could also see a lot of cameras being held up, pointing in my direction. I couldn't believe that all of these people were going to have pictures of me with my breasts exposed. Luckily, most of them wouldn't know me. Then I thought of Tommy and Jake. I looked down to see Tommy grinning, taking several pictures of me. Jamie was using Jake's camera to take pictures too. I gazed back to the crowd and looked for a few moments more at the expressions on many of the guys' faces. Jake bounced up and down a bit, which caused my tits to do the same. The crowd responded with another cheer. I was so embarrassed and aroused at the same time. I figured that I was probably the darkest shade of red I'd ever been. I realized that my "flash" was probably longer than it needed to be, so I let my shirt drop and tapped Jake to let me down. It took some time to recover after getting down. It was kind of a blur, but I think I hugged Jamie. I also noticed Tommy showing pictures from his camera to Jake, and Jake seemingly enjoying the view. I was just overwhelmed and somewhat relieved when the lights dimmed and Sevendust came on stage. The concert itself was anticlimactic. I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened, flashing my breasts to a huge crowd of horny guys with many of them taking my picture. The expressions of several guys kept going through my head. I thought of Tommy, a guy that lives down the hall in my dorm, watching my tits and taking picture after picture. And I thought of Jake, looking lustfully at pictures of me. All I can say now is that it was quite a concert. Holly and Jamie Ch. 02 The morning after the concert, Jamie and I couldn't stop talking about it. While I had to admit that flashing a crowd of guys was exciting, I was concerned about the pictures and whether Jake and Tommy would tell anyone else about the evening. The guys had assured us on the way home that they would keep it to themselves, but it was difficult to really trust in that. It was hard to imagine them not showing the pictures to their buddies. Jamie seemed less concerned about that. In fact, her whole reaction was that it was not that big of a deal. She would tell me that we just got caught up in the excitement and that we were just two of many girls that flashed that evening. A couple of weeks later, Jamie and I were getting ready for a frat party. Jamie and I had just taken showers (separately, perverts). We were both still in towels and I had just started blow-drying my hair when there was a knock at our door. Jamie headed for the door while I continued drying my hair. I couldn't hear what was happening, but I expected that Jamie was just going to send away whoever was there. So I was quite surprised when I peeked back out of the bathroom to see Jake and Tommy in our room. They were like, "Hey, what's up, Holly," and smiling broadly. Jamie too was smiling. I called out and asked what was going on. Jamie just said that they had come over to accompany us to the party. I called out, "Couldn't they wait outside until after we were dressed?" She responded, "They've already seen us half-naked!", like I was being absurd or something. I stayed in the bathroom, drying my hair, expecting that they would leave in a few minutes. When I turned off the dryer, I was surprised to hear that they were still in the room. I wrapped the towel around me tightly and walked out of the bathroom. Jamie still had her towel on, so we were both standing there in front of them wearing just towels. Even though the towel covered the essentials, I still felt rather exposed in it and was worried that it would come open on the sides. I turned to Jamie and said, "So?" expecting that she would tell them it was time to step outside. She said, "Yeah, we should get dressed." What she did next shocked the hell out of me. She gave me a slight smile, turned away from the guys and towards her dresser, and casually took off her towel! She was completely naked, standing in front of the guys but facing away from them. They could clearly see her butt and the sides of her firm tits. Tommy muttered, "Damn!", and I could see Jamie smile proudly. Jake said something about wishing he'd brought his cell phone, to which Tommy responded, "No kidding." She opened up her top dresser drawer and started inspecting her assorted panties. I couldn't believe that she was just standing there with her naked ass exposed like that! She took her time selecting a pair before reaching into the drawer to pull out this small pair of red panties. She smiled back towards me, stepped into them, and pulled them up. She then reached in for a bra, but instead of putting it on, she turned to face the guys. They could now see her naked tits and thinly-covered pussy as she stood perhaps ten feet in front of them. The guys just gawked at her. She was clearly enjoying every single moment of this. She stood there just letting them stare at her tits as she slowly worked her bra on. She then turned back to the dresser, dug out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and finished getting dressed. Meanwhile, I was in shock at what she had just done, openly flashing her naked body in front of Jake and Tommy. It's true that they had already seen her tits at the concert, but still! Jamie then turned to me and asked, "Are you going to get dressed, or are we going to stay here all night?" It took me a moment to process her question. She expected me to follow her lead! A flood of emotions came over me as I thought about pulling off my towel and standing naked in front of the guys. As I stood there dazed, an inner voice came out of nowhere and told me, "Just do it! Jamie did it - so can you. " I decided to do it. But whereas Jamie's dresser was on the other side of the room from our small couch where the guys were sitting, my dresser was right beside the couch. They were about to get an even better view of me than they got of Jamie. I was still dazed as I walked over to the dresser. Jake was sitting on the couch, just a foot away from me, with Tommy next to him. I thought to myself, "here goes nothing", and pulled the towel off. My breasts shook as the towel came off, and I couldn't help but look over at the smiling faces of the guys. I heard a "Wow" and a "Whoa" come from the guys, as they stared at my completely naked body. From where they were sitting, they had an excellent profile view of me with a good view of the side of my left tit. They could also surely see some of my pussy patch and ass, but neither terribly well from the side. I could tell that they were crooning their heads to get better views of each. I started to reach for my underwear drawer when Jamie instructed, from the other side of the room, "Bring me your towel." I was confused. My brain wasn't really working right with all of the adrenaline and blood flowing through me. But I managed to ask her, "Why???" Jamie responded impatiently, "Just bring it, I need it!" Again, my brain wasn't working. I didn't understand, but I wasn't going to stand there completely naked while I tried to figure it out why she needed my towel. So I started walking across the room, totally exposed, to bring her the towel. I realized that the guys could now get the same straight-on view of my ass that they got of Jamie, so I'm like, whatever. I involuntarily gave my butt some extra wiggle as I walked across the floor. I discovered that it's hard to not be conscious of the way your butt looks when it is being openly stared at. After handing my towel to her, I realized that I needed to walk back to the dresser, and doing so would give a full frontal view to the guys. I could walk backwards or cover up my beaver, but I figured that at this point, it was a little late to begin getting bashful. So I turned and faced the guys, wearing nothing but an awkward smile. The guys absolutely loved it. I don't know what was going through their heads, but the expressions on their faces showed this bizarre combination of excitement, lust, and pure enjoyment. I thought, "Omigod, these guys are seeing my entirely naked body! They just watched my ass as I walked across the room and now they can see my tits and my pussy! They've seen everything!" I realized that I was just standing there letting them stare at me, so I started walking back to the dresser and towards them. When I got to the dresser, I turned to face it, giving them back their profile view, and opened up my underwear drawer. I was starting to feel quite embarrassed at this point, so I quickly found some panties and pulled them on, followed by a bra. I looked back to the guys and was amazed that, even with panties and a bra on, they seemed like they couldn't take their eyes off of me. I couldn't help but laugh and then finished getting dressed. At the party, away from the guys, I asked Jamie what the hell she was doing. She said, "Don't tell me that you didn't enjoy that!" I couldn't tell her she was wrong. Holly and Jamie Ch. 03 A couple of days later I was talking to Jamie and she told me that Tommy had asked her out. I responded excitedly, "Really, what did you say?" She told me that she turned him down and explained that she enjoyed the four of us being friends and didn't want to ruin it by dating. When I heard that, I was kind of relieved, as I had been sort of thinking the same thing. I asked her about his response and she said that at first he was disappointed, but seemed to accept her reason. The next night the four of us planned to go out to a movie. Jamie told me that they would be over around 9 to pick us up. Around 8:30, Jamie had already gotten showered and dressed and I was on my way in to shower when they knocked at our door. I told them that they were early and they were quick to offer that they'd wait. How graceful of them! It was surely convenient that they were probably going to get another chance to see me naked! Then I thought, "whatever, they've already seen all of me." Jamie let them in and I headed for the bathroom. I started to close the door for my shower but Jamie stopped me. She told me that she was still getting ready and would need to come in and out several times, so I might as well leave it open. I rolled my eyes and mumbled, "Figures." Now they were certainly going to see me naked again. With the door open they could see the entire shower from where they were sitting. The shower door was glass, with a simple design in it that would only partially obscure their view through the door. I started the water, getting it to the right temperature. As I prepared to undress, the three of them were sitting in the main room, each with a good view into the bathroom. I undressed quickly, realizing that I had a long way to go before I would be covered again. I whipped off my shirt and jeans in about five seconds, and glanced over to see them watching me intently. I gave a slight scowl as I thought, "Haven't they seen me enough?" Then I continued, unsnapping my bra and pulling down my panties. So there I was, completely naked in front of them again. Before getting in, I stepped over to the vanity and took out my contacts. I slid open the shower door and stepped in, very aware the entire time that these two guys were staring at me. It was real strange showering, knowing that two guys are watching your every move and gawking at your naked body. I did find it arousing, and couldn't help but slide my finger across my pussy a few more times than necessary. As I washed my breasts I wondered whether they enjoyed seeing me touch my tits. After several minutes, I was done and turned the water off. I slid the door to one side to retrieve my towel. Doing so, gave them all an unobstructed full-frontal view again of my body. I became very aware that the cold air was making my nipples stick straight out. I couldn't really see them now without my contacts, but I was sure that they were still gawking. As I reached for the towel I heard a click and saw a flash of light, and realized that they had just taken another picture. I called out, "Remembered your camera this time, huh?" with a slight tone of disapproval. Jake called back enthusiastically, "We sure did!" I just thought, "Great, more pictures of me." I realized that they now had a picture of not just my tits, but also my pussy, and were probably taking them while I showered too. As I dried myself off, several more pictures were taken. One of them even came up to the bathroom door to take a couple of close-up shots of me. The thought that they were going to have all of these pictures of my naked body was arousing and scary at the same time. Whenever they wanted they would be able to pull up the pictures to see my tits and pussy from a number of angles. Would they beat off to them? Would they show them to their friends? I was completely exposed, and they were taking pictures to record it forever. Once I finished drying my body, I stepped over to the vanity to reclaim my vision. They couldn't see me where I standing, so I was relieved to have a brief moment to myself. I began to wrap the towel around me. It was, unfortunately, a bit small. I wondered if Jamie had changed it on me. Regardless, this is what I had. If the bottom just covered my ass and pussy, then the top was just below my nipples. There was just no way to cover all of the essential bits. I decided to just wrap it around my bottom as they were already quite familiar with my tits at this point. I still had to dry my hair, but given the circumstances, decided that I wanted to get dressed first to get the exposure over with. I headed back into the main room, and had quite a shock. Without my contacts, I hadn't been able to see into the room since I had gotten into the shower. So I was surprised, to say the least, when there were three - not two - guys in our room, along with Jamie. They were, of course, all watching me as I stood in the door with just a towel covering my bottom half and my tits totally exposed. I recognized the other guy, Bill. He was also in our dorm, in a room next to Jake and Tommy. He had a digital camera. This was not a wimpy cell-phone camera, but some souped-up thing that could probably take high-quality pictures. He even had it resting on a tripod. He realized that I was confused by his presence, so he called out, "Hey!", and snapped a picture. He was clearly excited and had a huge grin on his face. Jake and Tommy each took another picture as well. I realized that all of them were enjoying my reaction to all of this, so I tried to get a grip. I asked what Bill was doing here and Jamie told me that Jake and Tommy had invited him along. Obviously I hadn't heard him enter while I was in the shower. I asked why he had THAT, motioning towards the camera, and Jake explained with a smirk that he told Bill that there might be something worth taking a picture of. I responded, "Cute!" with mock disapproval. Inside, I was rather flattered to have all of this attention on my body. I had to get dressed, so I just decided to not focus on their presence. The guys, now three of them, had clearly seen me completely naked and already had a bunch of pictures. There wasn't much reason to minimize my exposure to them now. I shook my head while trying not to smile and said "Alright!" conceding the exposure. Jamie grinned and Jake cheered, "Woohoo!" I pulled off the towel, held my arms out to the side and said, "There, happy?" They were. The guys started complementing my body while I stood there on display for them. "Nice! You've got a great set of tits, Holly. Wonderful curves! Beautiful." were some of the things I heard. I'm sure that I was bright red, from both the embarrassment of standing there naked and being smothered in complements. When they asked me to turn around for them, I obliged. While I stood there letting them gawk at my body more pictures were taken. At some point I realized that Bill had stopped taking pictures, which I thought was strange. Then I noticed that a red light was on, so I figured he was probably filming video instead. To this realization I could only smile and shake my head again. Pictures weren't enough - now there would be video too. Over and over, they would be able to watch me standing in front of them completely naked. I started to get pulled back into worrying about it again when I snapped myself out of my train of thought and reminded myself that there was nothing that I could do about it now. I pulled my arms down to signal that I was done posing for them and started towel-drying my hair. My breasts bobbed from the drying action, eliciting a "Yeah, keep doing that!" from Tommy. Still working on my hair, I walked over to my dresser and started trying to figure out what to wear. I found it difficult to concentrate however, so it took me several minutes to pull out underwear and jeans. I also had to cross the floor a couple of times to get to the closet to try to find an appropriate shirt. This whole time I was completely naked and the four of them watched me continuously. They got a good long view of every part of me, from all directions, and had taken plenty of pictures - not to mention video - of me walking around. I finally got all my clothes together and got dressed. Bill stopped videotaping me, and the snapping of pictures came to an end. I didn't enjoy the movie very much as I found it difficult to concentrate on the storyline. My mind kept reviewing the events of the evening. In the bathroom I asked Jamie whether she had set that up. She acknowledged that she had suggested to them to come a bit early and that they might catch one of us in the shower, so yeah, she had set that up. She said that she didn't know anything about Bill however, that he just knocked on the door while I was in the shower. I started to get angry with her, but she could tell that I wasn't really serious. She knew that I had enjoyed it and that I had had plenty of opportunities to limit my exposure but failed to take them. I was still feigning being upset when she offered with a smile, "It's okay, you can get me back!" Holly and Jamie Ch. 04 I really wasn't mad at Jamie for setting me up last time. It wasn't like she did anything that bad to me. So three guys saw me naked. Big deal. In fact, it was rather fun. I wasn't sure that it was such a good idea for them to take pictures and video of me, but what's done is done. I thought about trying to get her back, but I really didn't have any good ideas other than to do what she did to me, and that would've been kinda lame. So I decided to drop the idea of revenge, at least for now. One day, Jake and Tommy told us about an upcoming rock festival. It was an all-day event with a few bands that I had heard of and a bunch that I had not. Anyway, they wanted to know if we wanted to join them. When Jamie and I said that it sounded like fun, I don't think either of us were thinking about the music. We both had fun flashing our tits to the crowd at the last concert so we figured there would be more of the same at the festival. The morning of the festival Jamie got news that her Mom went to the hospital for an irregular heartbeat. Jamie understandably bailed to visit her Mom, so it was just Jake, Tommy and I heading to the concert. I was pretty disappointed that Jamie wasn't coming but I was determined to have fun anyway. I spent some time getting dressed for the festival. I wanted to be comfortable as we were going to be there for several hours. But I also wanted to be sexy. I ended up wearing some tight jeans and some freebee t-shirt, but I altered the t-shirt by cutting off the bottom so my tummy would show. I knew I was going to end up flashing the crowd again so I decided to just forego a bra entirely. As we were driving to the festival, I was pretty excited. I kept thinking about getting up and flashing my boobs again to a crowd of horny guys, and how they would all look at me so lustfully. I was already aroused just from imaging their expressions. When we arrived at the festival I was rather disappointed. It didn't seem like there were that many people there. It was not at all like the packed auditorium. But Jake explained that the early bands were lesser-known and that it would get more crowded as the better-known bands hit the stage. So we waited. We walked around some to look at what vendors were selling and bought some grease-laden food. We were just killin' time. Over the next hour the place really filled up. The transformation was quite amazing. Just an hour ago there were perhaps a couple hundred people there; now we stood shoulder to shoulder in a sea of bodies. I started seeing girls get on guys shoulders, but at first nobody was flashing. While I was excited by the idea of flashing the crowd, I definitely did not want to be the first or only one to do so. Then one girl got up wearing just a bra and people started pleading with her to flash. A ton of guys were watching her intently just waiting for her to do so. After teasing the crowd for a couple of minutes, she reached down and pulled her bra up, exposing her tits to all around. Cameras from all around flashed to record the moment. But as soon as her boobs were out, several hands reached up and grabbed at them. She immediately fought them off and covered her tits again, and got down shortly thereafter. I was pretty shocked that those guys so brazenly tried to grope her. I wondered whether she knew them or whether they were just strangers grabbing at her tits. I continued watching the crowd for flashers but there really weren't that many. Each time a girl would get up and flash, someone would invariably grab at her tits and she'd quickly cover up again. I didn't see any of that kind of behavior at the last concert. Here I think it dissuaded a lot of would-be flashers. I wasn't even sure any more that I wanted to go through with flashing the crowd. While it was rather exciting to think of guys reaching up to touch me, it kind of ruined the idea of flashing if you had to cover up so quickly. But then the crowd surfing started. While a few guys had done that at the concert, here people were being thrown up left and right. I was thinking it was just something guys did, but then I saw several girls doing so as well. I really couldn't believe that girls would do that. I saw one girl go by, being supported up by several guys with their hands all over her legs, ass and back. Occasionally a hand would reach up to cop a feel of a boob and she'd knock it away. As I watched more and more girls get passed around, I started to want to do it myself. It was so much more daring than simply flashing my tits to the crowd. Instead hands would be on me and grabbing at my ass and I knew that some guys would be trying to grab my boobs. I was getting so excited thinking about it that I just had to do it. I told Jake and Tommy that I wanted to go up. They seemed surprised and asked if I was sure. I said 'Yes, but just stay here so I can find you again'. They said okay, and hoisted me up. Suddenly I was in the air. It was such a strange feeling. It was like I was resting on a spasming air mattress. I could feel many hands on my back and legs, and a couple of hands on my ass. Mostly they just supported me up, but sometimes someone would push up hard, sending my body bouncing further into the sea of hands. I could feel a few hands actually grabbing my ass, as opposed to simply supporting me by it, but I never even got to see the faces associated with those hands. Hands on my back would also sometimes brush the sides of my breasts, but it was never clear if it was deliberate. Then one tall guy reached up and placed his hand square on my right breast and started squeezing it. This was clearly not accidental. And at that moment my body was hovering and not moving anywhere, so he just continued to rub and squeeze my breast. I knew guys were going to get some quick feels, but I didn't expect a lengthy groping from any individual. I turned and looked at him with a "what the hell?" expression, and he suddenly seemed embarrassed about it and pulled away. Before long I was bouncing around again. I knew I was heading towards the stage, so I turned to look to see how far I had to go before I got there. As I was doing so, I got propelled upward and flipped off my back and onto my stomach. At first I thought it was a good thing, as it allowed me to see where I was heading. But then I realized that it made my tits that much more accessible to the sea of hands. I immediately felt several hands grabbing my boobs through my t-shirt. Then one hand even shot up my cut-off shirt and started groping my bare breast. It was too much. I was laughing from the sensory overload and just couldn't handle it all. I started pushing away the one hand that was underneath my shirt. As soon as it was free I worked to flip myself back over onto my back where my breasts wouldn't be totally mauled. I finally reached the stage and got pulled down by security. I ran off to the side of the stage, and then rested for a few minutes thinking about what just happened. It was such a thrill to be tossed around like that, with all of those hands touching me. Many of the hands were just innocently holding me up, but there were quite a few taking advantage of the opportunity to cop a feel. As I began working my way back into the crowd I knew that I needed to go up again. I knew that it was going to take quite a few minutes to work my way over to the guys, and I just didn't want to wait that long. I saw a couple of guys hoist some dude up, so I asked them to give me a lift and up I went again. It was such a rush to be held up by all these strangers' hands. I could again feel the occasional grab of my ass and grazing of my breasts. But then suddenly a new game started. I was on my back with my arms out at my sides when I felt someone tugging at my shirt. It was immediately clear that they were trying to pull it up over my tits so I instinctively brought my arms in to try to hold it down. I was stationary at the moment, so whoever was pulling on my shirt kept pulling. My arms were pressing the shirt into my body just below my breasts, but I could feel the shirt continue to slip slowly higher. I felt another hand pulling at the shirt and then I felt a hand trying to pull my arm away from my body. I realized that there were several people all working to get the shirt over my boobs. I couldn't help but laugh, not only at their efforts to expose my tits but also from the sensation of having my clothes pulled on like that. I knew that I was losing the battle. The shirt continued being pulled from underneath my arms, and I kept raising my arms up to provide maximum friction. Finally the shirt made it all the way over my tits. I looked across the sea of people and there were literally hundreds of guys looking at my tits. Cameras were held up and pointed in my direction. While I came to the festival planning to flash the crowd, I didn't plan on it happening like this. It was still quite a thrill. Maybe it was even better with it being somewhat involuntary. The sensation of having your shirt pulled up while you try to keep it down was really incredible. They didn't seem content to have my tits exposed. It sure felt like they wanted to pull the shirt entirely off me so I grabbed a handful of shirt with each hand to try to at least keep the shirt. I could feel numerous hands reach up to touch my tits. But just as I started to get afraid that it was getting out of control, somebody pushed hard on my back, sending me bouncing onto a new set of hands. I took the opportunity to pull my shirt down again and locked my arms down on my chest. I didn't mind having my tits exposed briefly or having a few people cop some quick feels, but I didn't want to lose the shirt. With my luck I'd probably get arrested or something. I eventually reached the stage again and got pulled to safety by security. Now I figured I should go find the guys before they worried too much so I spent some time working my way through the crowd to find them. I hung with the guys for a while, but the desire to go up again kept rising in me. Eventually I gave into it and told them to launch me again. I tried again to surf with my arms out but I felt someone pull on my shirt right away so I quickly locked my arms on my chest again. Even though I was moving through the crowd it felt like someone was constantly pulling on my shirt. I even felt people start to pull on my jeans. At that moment I was very thankful for having worn some tight jeans; if I wore anything looser it surely would have been pulled off. At some point I became stationary again. I knew that was dangerous, but it wasn't something that I could really control. Several hands were yanking on my shirt and I was slowly losing that battle again. I could also feel multiple hands trying to pull down my jeans. It was all happening so fast. Despite my efforts, my shirt was being raised over my tits again. Some cool air hitting the top of my ass alerted me that my jeans had been pulled down a couple of inches. And then I felt some fingers on the bare skin of my ass. They were pressing into my cheeks and sliding underneath my jeans and panties. Someone was working very hard to slide their whole hand into the back of my jeans, and he was slowly succeeding. I reached down with one hand to try to pull out the hand. Unfortunately, it left only one hand to guard my t-shirt and I immediately felt the shirt ripping and being pulled completely off my body. Hands reached up from all around to grope my tits. I was thankful to be on my back as it provided a bit of protection. I knew if I was on my stomach that it would be much worse. My one hand tried to fight the breast-groping hands off, but it couldn't stop them all. Then someone grabbed my arm and held it to my side, so my tits were completely unprotected. Meanwhile my other hand had grabbed onto some guy's wrist and was trying to pull his hand out of the back of my jeans. As tight as my jeans were it was really a hopeless effort. His hand just kept squeezing my right ass cheek. Then someone pushed hard on my back sending me flipping over backwards and I guess he managed to extract his hand before breaking his wrist. I was momentarily on my stomach but all of the hands grabbing at my boobs prompted me to flip again onto my back. People were still pulling on my jeans, slowly working them down. It felt like about half of my ass was sticking out the top of my jeans. Someone reached up between my legs and started trying to undo my top button. I was suddenly alarmed as I knew if they got that button undone the jeans would slide off me with ease. With both hands I reached down and pulled the hand away from the button. I felt momentarily relieved. But then someone else started pushing their hand into the back of my jeans. This individual wasn't grabbing a cheek but was instead thrusting their hand along my ass crack. As their hand went further and further inside my jeans I finally understood what they were doing when I felt fingers on my bare crotch. I had no idea whos hand it was, but he was feeling up and down my muff. Then his fingers started playing with my lips, spreading them open and finally inserting them into my canal. I was so overwhelmed by sensation that I thought I might pass out. With hands all over me, and now even inside of me it was just too much to process. It didn't feel good exactly and it didn't feel bad. It just felt - stimulating. While some unknown guy's fingers probed me my jeans seemed to be loosening and I could feel that more and more of my butt was exposed. The front of my jeans were now starting to loosen as well and some of my pubic hair was just starting to show. More hands were grabbing my bare ass and pulling on the jeans. Finally, some element of friction gave out and I felt the jeans slide down my thighs. My ass and crotch were instantly assaulted by a dozen hands. I started freaking out with all of those fingers on me and my last stitch of useful clothing sliding down my legs. Suddenly I felt someone pulling me down and in just a moment I found myself being brought to the ground. The dude who pulled me down was big and looked like an off-duty bouncer for a bar or something. He started pushing people off me and I was able to pull up my jeans. He then handed me his shirt to cover up and I quickly pulled it on. I was pretty relieved to be clothed again. I thanked him profusely for pulling me down and giving me his shirt, but he seemed to be more concerned about my safety. Imagine that, a real gentleman in a place like this. He even stayed with me while I wandered through the crowd to find Jake and Tommy. The rest of the day I just stayed with Jake and Tommy. That was enough excitement for me. I didn't want to tell the guys all of what happened, but I couldn't wait to tell Jamie everything that happened. Do you think she'll be jealous?

Her Thong Workout bydaves40004© (This is a sequel to a previous story about Jennifer and Mark in the "Toys and Masturbation" section titled "Her Panties") Jennifer wanted to show her ass to Mark, her boss. She had a crush on him and had recently learned that he was interested in her as well. Even more exciting was the apparent fact that he was sexually aroused by her ass. That knowledge gave Jennifer a thrilling sense of power and she wanted to explore just how far she could go with that. Just the day before, she'd inadvertently overheard Mark and another co-worker discussing the fact that some woman at Mark's gym had been exercising in a thong-back leotard. After masturbating the previous night and then falling asleep, Jennifer had awoken early and while she lay in bed, started to formulate the plans for further teasing Mark and exploring this sexual side of their relationship. She went to work earlier than usual, arriving shortly after the time when Mark usually showed up. As she walked into her group office area, she turned to look through his open office door. He looked up from his computer and smiled at her. "Hi Jennifer. You're here early again." His face reddened slightly and Jennifer smiled, remembering yesterday's experiences. "Yeah. I'm following your example and hitting the gym early in the morning." She replied. "Why's that?" He asked. "Partly just to try something new. Also, I figured it would be less crowded." "Was it?" "Mostly." Jennifer paused, hoping her plan would work. "But I don't like my gym very much." "Which one do you go to?" "The Athletic Club, not far from my place. It just seems kind of worn down or something." "That's not good." Mark replied. There was a small pause and Jennifer wondered if she should be more direct. Then he asked, "You should try my gym. It's pretty new, everything's shiny." He laughed. Jennifer smiled, feeling glad he'd brought it up. "Which one do you go to?" "City Gym...there's one just two blocks..." He started to point south. Jennifer took a step into his office, "Oh yeah, just down on 19th street. I've walked past that place. You like it?" "Especially at 4:30 in the morning. I'm often the only one there." He said. "Perfect." Jennifer thought to herself. She spoke, "Maybe I will. It would be nice to have a good place so close to the office." Mark paused again and Jennifer was thinking of what to ask next when he spoke, "Hey, I have a guest pass. Do you want to use that? I could show you around." "That would be great. Thanks!" Jennifer said feeling giddy inside. "When?" "Sooner is better for me. I'd like to switch if it's the right fit for me. Tomorrow?" "Sure. And you want to try that early? I could go later if that would be easier." Mark said. "No, change is good. I can be there at 4:30 if you're there too." They made arrangements to meet in the lobby at 4:30. Jennifer left his office and walked to her cube. She sat at her desk quietly, pondering her plans. Her pussy was feeling more and more tingly by the minute. Yesterday had been the first time she masturbated at work and she knew she wasn't going to get any work done until she did it again. Still, she held out for about an hour before finally giving in. She could feel the moisture of her arousal in her panties. Today she was better prepared. She stood up from her desk and walked toward the private bathrooms with her purse. She locked the bathroom door behind her, set her purse on the counter and immediately undid her pants. She stepped out of them and carefully hung them up. She turned back to the mirror and looked at her reflection. She was wearing one of her new thong panties purchased the day before. The front of the crotch was visibly damp as she spread her legs. She turned around and admired her full, round ass in the mirror. A fantasy was forming in her head and she whispered to herself, "So, Mark, you like how my ass looks in a thong?" She patted one side of her smooth bottom and watched it jiggle tightly. She whispered again, "Oh you do, I see you like it. I can see your big penis getting hard in your pants. I'm causing that reaction, aren't I?" She smiled and started caressing her wide, rounded cheeks. Still whispering, she said, "Oh, you wish you could touch my ass? Is your penis completely hard now? I bet you'd like to see my pussy too." She turned around and gently took the front of the thong panty and pulled it aside exposing the soft, thick dark pubic hair covering her genitals. "There you go, big boy," she whispered and spread her legs, thrusting her hips forward, "this is my pussy. I'm not sure I can fit your big cock in my pussy but I want to try. Is it fully hard yet?" She pouted her lips, "Oh, not yet? Let me help." She turned around again and slowly rolled the thong panties down over her ass, watching her reflection in the mirror and applying it to her fantasy. Her bottom looked absolutely beautiful, she thought. The thong slipped out of the crack between her cheeks leaving her bare bottomed. She spread her legs a little further and let the panties slide down her legs. She stepped out of them, now completely naked from the waist down. She slowly bent at the waist, legs spread wide, and watched her full pussy mound come into view. It was topped with cute dark curls of hair. The lips of her pussy were swollen with arousal. She spread them carefully with her fingers and saw how wet she was. Her eyes traced over her genitals and upward to her pink, puckered anus.  She whispered, "Yes, someday, Mark, maybe I'll let you fuck my ass, but right now, I need your big cock in my pussy. See if you can squeeze it in there?" With that she turned and opened her purse. Inside the main compartment she opened a zipper and then carefully took one of her favorite dildos out. It was bright blue and very soft, shaped realistically like a man's penis. She often masturbated with a vibrator but didn't feel comfortable with the buzzing sound in the work bathroom even though she was alone with the door locked. She loved the feel of this one, especially when she slid it all the way in to the base which was shaped like a man's balls. She loved the feeling of those big, rounded balls pressed up against her pussy. She bent again to examine her pussy. She was very wet and felt that she wouldn't need lubrication. She positioned the rounded head of the dildo against her pussy lips and slowly slid it back and forth, across her outer lips back toward the base of her vagina and then forward again toward her clitoris. Her eyes closed and she moaned softly. She worked it back and forth a few times, feeling the slickness of her own lubrication. Then gently, she pressed inward and felt her lips slowly spread and start to engulf the head of the dildo. "Oh Mark!" She whispered urgently, "You're so big." Her legs quivered for a moment as her pussy lips slipped over the ridge of the dildo's head. She turned the dildo back and forth with just the head inserted into her vagina. Her genitals were giving her that warm, sensitive feeling that she was close to orgasm. "What?" She whispered, still in her fantasy, "You want to slide in? You're looking at my ass and think you might lose it? Ejaculate before you get in? Do it, lover...fuck me." Then she slowly pressed the dildo further into her vagina. She felt the walls of her pussy sliding wetly over the soft yet firm surface of the dildo. It was not particularly long, only about five inches, and so she was able to push it slowly all the way into herself until she felt the soft, rounded balls press up against her clitoris. "Oh my gosh!" She sighed. Her pussy was so wet. Flashes of pleasure were starting to course out through her body. She pulled the dildo slowly out, watching in the mirror as it came out. It was glistening wet. "Oh Mark! Push it back in!" She whispered, full into her mind's fantasy. She slid the dildo all the way back in and again, her knees almost buckled as the dildo's balls pressed against her clitoris and she felt the orgasm coming on. "Oh gosh! Oh gosh!" She moaned and then started to whimper as she closed her mouth, not wanting to be too loud. The orgasm washed over her body filling her with warmth and amazing pleasure. Finally the orgasm subsided and she was able to stand up straight. She turned around and slowly washed the dildo in warm water. She dried it with paper towels and slipped it back into the inner compartment of her purse. After yesterday's wet spot incident and with her pussy still sensitive and slick, she was better prepared today. She took a panty liner from her purse. She stepped into her panties and pulled them up to mid thigh, then carefully applied the liner to the wet crotch of the panties and snugged them up over her pussy which tingled in pleasure at the sensation of further touch. She closed her eyes and carefully cupped her pussy in one hand, sighing in pleasure and thinking about trying for another orgasm. She shook her head and let go of her pussy. "No, I have to get back to work. More later...lot's more tomorrow." She smiled at herself in the mirror and thought about her plan as she stepped into her pants, did them up, washed her hands and left the bathroom to head back to her desk. --- It was hard waking up that early the next morning but once Jennifer got her mind focused, she was instantly wide awake; both excited and nervous about her plan for the morning. Her bag was already packed. She put her hair into a pony tail, brushed her teeth, changed into yoga pants and a T-shirt and headed for her car. About half an hour later she was walking into the lobby of the City Gym. Mark stood up from a chair and smiled warmly at her. "Hey! You made it." "Of course." She smiled back. Mark looked great. He was already in his exercise gear: a loose tank top that revealed nicely formed shoulders and arms along with loose athletic shorts that hung to his knees. Mark glanced briefly down at Jennifer's attire as they turned toward the front desk. She was glad that she decided to wear her tight yoga pants. They showed off her curves very nicely and she had no underwear on beneath the skin tight pants. Mark used his guest pass to get her into the gym and walked her down the hallway pointing at features of the gym as they went. He stopped outside the women's locker room and suggested that they try out the weight room first after she was ready. He pointed again to let her know where he would be waiting. Jennifer smiled at him and walked into the locker room. It was quiet and empty. She selected an empty locker and set her bag down. She took several deep breaths, not sure whether she had the courage to proceed with her plan. She sucked in another deep breath and stood straight, willing herself to continue. Quickly, she pulled off her T-shirt and her regular bra. Her breasts swung free in the open air. Then she pushed her thumbs behind the waistband of the yoga pants, kicked her athletic shoes off, and peeled the tight pants down her legs, stepping out of them one leg at a time. She put her shirt, bra and pants into the locker and stood still for a moment, reveling in the feeling of being completely naked in the same building as Mark. Normally, she was quite modest in the locker room and changed clothes quickly but since the whole purpose of this morning was sexual, she felt no rush, especially because she was alone. She walked down the aisle of lockers and toward the vanity mirrors and sinks. She looked down at her naked body as she walked. Her breasts weren't large but also weren't small. She thought they were quite perky although they had softened over the years. They wiggled with each step and were topped by large round, pale brown aureola and nipples that were stiff with arousal. She wished her tummy were sleeker, but for a woman in her 30s, she felt comfortable with her body and thought she looked good. She stepped in front of a mirror and looked at her naked body. The dark triangle of her pubic hair looked sexy and she ran her fingers through the hair, pulling it out a bit and enjoying the softness of it. She twisted to one side and then the other watching the extended curve of her bare bottom stick out as she moved. She looked toward the entrance of the locker room: no door, just two corners to block view from the outside. She imagined Mark not being able to resist and walking into the women's locker room and finding her standing in plain view, completely nude. She felt her pussy start to tingle again and suddenly felt nervous. She hurried back to her locker, her breasts bouncing vigorously as she jogged. Back at her locker, she took a sports bra from her bag. Normally she didn't exercise in just a sports bra although plenty of women did. This time, she planned on it. She pulled the tight black bra over her head and shoulders and slid her arms into place. Then she pulled the front of the bra down over each breast snugging it firmly down and massaging each soft mound of flesh to make sure it was completely contained. She went back into her bag and pulled out the shorts she intended to wear. They were extremely short boy-cut style shorts, a size too small and not cut quite right for her wide, feminine bottom. She bought them about a year ago thinking they might be useful for exercising on hot days but found that her bum didn't quite stay in place when she wore them. She stepped into them and pulled them up. Right now, they were barely decent. They covered her pussy tightly revealing only hints of the shapely curves of her labia. The lower edges in back on her bottom barely ran along the lower orb of her butt cheeks. She moved, stretching left and right, forward and back, and then jogged in place for a couple of seconds, all the while feeling the shorts wedge up between her bottom cheeks and into her pussy lips. She walked back in front of the mirrors again. From the front, the shapes of her pussy lips were much more visible now with a clear seam between the lips in the middle and two more seams forming a V shape on either side. She turned around and twisted to look at the rear view. The shorts had worked all the way up between her bottom cheeks and her face reddened as she saw how exposed her ass was. At least half of each cheek was completely on display with the leg band riding high and curving up over the orb of each buttock. It almost looked like a thong but not quite. Jennifer took a deep breath and walked back to her locker. She sat down and put her shoes on then put everything away. She closed and locked the locker. She carefully tugged the shorts down reducing the wedgie affect both in her pussy and especially pulling the leg bands across her bottom down so the shorts looked decent again. Then she carefully walked out of the locker room and toward the weight room. The weight room had glass walls and she saw Mark sitting on a bench working a dumbbell before he saw her. She kept walking, watching him, toward the entrance. Before she got to the door he noticed her and looked over, smiling. She opened the door and walked in. Again, she caught him glance down at her body very fast and then look away. Her heart raced as she crossed the weight room. He stood up, setting the dumbbell down. He said, "You look great. I'm sorry, but I just have to say that." She felt herself blushing and smiled coyly at him, "I'm not the only one who does." His face reddened and he started to say something, paused, then finally spoke, "Well, do you already have a routine?" "I do." She replied, running through her plan in her mind. "Cool. Need any help?" He asked. "No, I think I can find everything. I'll ask if I do need help, though." "Good." Jennifer turned and walked to the free weights. She lifted two ten pound dumbbells from the rack and walked over to wall covered with floor to ceiling mirrors. She would start with her calves. She stood in front of the mirrors with a dumbbell in each hand, legs spread about a foot apart, and slowly, steadily lifted to her toes and then back down. In the mirror she saw Mark go back to the exercises he'd been doing when she came in. She knew this exercise would give him views of her back side and would show off the length of her legs and firmness of her leg muscles for him. At first he wouldn't look at her but eventually she noticed him glancing on occasion. She tried to focus straight forward so it didn't look like she was watching him. More and more he glanced over at her. Once when she thought he was watching she came down to her heels a little faster knowing the bounce would cause her bottom to jiggle. Through her peripheral vision, she could tell he had noticed and wasn't turning his head quickly away like the times previous. She stretched up and then jerked down again, feeling her bottom bounce. He was still staring. She tried very hard not to smile and finished that set less smoothly than she normally did, maximizing the bounciness of her bottom for his viewing pleasure. She finished the set and saw him look away again. She walked to the weights rack and picked up two five pound dumbbells. She returned to her previous location. He was doing a different exercise but still on the same bench positioned so he could see her. She took a couple of deep breaths for courage. She could feel her shorts were starting to wedge a little higher but could see that they weren't too obscene yet. "Now or never," she thought to herself. Her next exercise would be squat lunges which would completely wedge her shorts up into her bum and pussy showing him just about as much skin as if she were wearing a thong.  She glanced at him and he wasn't looking. She smiled and then started the first set. Standing straight with a dumbbell in each hand she stepped forward with her right foot while squatting down, leaving her left foot in place until her left knee almost touched the floor, then she stood up straight again. With the first stride she felt the shorts slide across her ass and pull up tightly between her legs. She felt much more open air on her bottom. She tried to keep a straight face and went through twelve reps of each leg. When she stopped she bent at the waist and set the dumbbells down on each side, standing up straight and breathing smoothly. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. The legs of her shorts were much higher now, the front was wedged between her pussy lips on the sides and up the middle giving a clear view of the shape of her labia. She could tell, even without seeing, that most of her bottom was uncovered just like a thong. She glanced at the reflection of Mark. He was staring at her butt and didn't see her looking at him. She watched him for a couple of seconds before he glanced up and noticed that he'd been caught looking. He turned away quickly and Jennifer couldn't suppress a smile then while she watched his face go bright red. She bent and picked up the dumbbells again starting into the next set. She watched from her peripheral vision and Mark couldn't seem to stop himself from looking. Finally after looking at her ass at least half a dozen times, he completely turned his body so he couldn't see her and rubbed his face vigorously. Jennifer squelched a little laugh and finished the lunge exercises. She went back to the ten pound dumbbells and the next exercise didn't make it any easier on Mark. She carefully bent at the waist, keeping her back straight, working the muscles in the back of her upper legs and completely showing off her barely covered ass in the process. With each bend down she felt as if she were in some sort of porn pose, bending at the waist, legs spread, showing off her ass and pussy. Her shorts were pulled so tightly up between her ass and against her pussy that she worried that one or both of her pussy lips might actually slip out. She kept doing the reps and sets, occasionally catching Mark glimpsing at her ass when she was bent even though he kept trying to turn away. She finished with sets of single arm rows, kneeling on a bench, one leg extended, lowering the dumbbell with one arm and supporting her body with the other. These exercises, with her shorts pulled up between her ass cheeks, seemed to be the final straw for Mark. He stared openly at her as she started her first set. Her bottom was up high and pointed at him. The crotch of her shorts was wedged between her cheeks and tightly over her pussy mound. Her breasts were dangling down, looking much larger in this position, as she slowly rowed the dumbbell down and then back up. Finally he stood up and walked to the other side of the weight room working on a machine facing away. Jennifer wondered if she'd pushed him too far. She finished the sets and put the dumbbells back on the rack. It had been a good workout and she felt a sheen of sweat all over her body. She glanced over her shoulder at her reflection and her objective was confirmed, the back of the shorts were completely wedged up between her large, rounded cheeks looking just like a thong. She felt her face redden a little and felt some embarrassment. Maybe this had been a bad idea. She tugged the back of the shorts down to be semi-decent and walked over to the water fountain, taking a drink. Then she walked toward Mark. She worried about his reaction. Mark stopped his exercises and looked up at her. He smiled warmly and Jennifer's worries ebbed away. He said, "You work really hard. Good job!" "Thanks. You too." She smiled back at him. "Not today...you know, feeling kind of, well, unfocused." He stood and stretched his arms over his head to one side and then the other. Jennifer admired his biceps and felt her pussy start to tingle again. She hoped she wouldn't make a wet spot again.  "Why? What's up?" She asked and tried not to sound too coy. He looked at her, putting his arms down, appearing a little deflated, "Well, you know..." One eyebrow went up, when she didn't speak, he went on, "Not sure." Jennifer glanced down and sucked in her breath, the front of his shorts tented out with his erection. She looked away quickly and felt her face starting to heat up. He looked down at himself and then sighed, "Um, sorry." Jennifer looked back at his face and tried to smile, "Hey, completely natural. I understand how boys function." "So you noticed?" He asked. "Um, kind of hard not to notice. You need to be careful with that thing..." Jennifer couldn't believe what she was saying, "in a weight room...sticking out so much, don't want it to get pinched or anything." She glanced back down at his crotch. The tent seemed to grow a little higher and she could clearly see the thick, rounded head straining against the loose shorts. "Good advice, I'll be careful." Jennifer thought about the next phase of her plan. "So, how much time do you want to spend?" "No rush." He said. "Should we try out the pool?" She asked and was embarrassed when her voice cracked. His face reddened a little more, "Um, yeah, that's cool. You remember where it was?" "I do. I'll meet you there." She replied quickly and didn't wait for his response, heading directly through the door and towards the locker room. --- Jennifer stood in the still empty locker room in front of the mirrors wearing her new swimsuit. It was a tight one piece fashioned after a women's competition swimsuit with one exception, the back was a thong style cut. The front sleekly encased her body, her breasts held tightly. Her eyes wandered down across the gentle curve of her tummy toward the triangular sweep between her legs and the subtle bulge of her genital mound. She turned around and looked at her rear view. The back, contrasting to the front, was almost not existent. Straps crossed her back and merged into another piece that met straps around her waist just above her hips and then narrowed into a triangle of material positioned directly above and between her large, bare ass cheeks. The material disappeared between her cheeks leaving them looking nude. She took a deep breath and watched her breasts swell up, nipples becoming more visible through the tight material. Then she walked across the locker room towards the exit that led to the swimming pool. She stopped in the shower and turned it on hot. She stood beneath the streaming water, drenching her hair and all of her body. She pushed her wet hair back and turned the water off, looking down at the swimsuit's appearance when wet. It was shiny and even sleeker and to her surprise, her nipples and aureola were slightly visible through the wet material. Shocked, she walked back to the mirrors and looked. Her initial impression was confirmed as her aureola were slightly, but unmistakably visible. Worried, she looked down at her crotch. At least the liner there obscured the view and her triangle of pussy hair wasn't visible. She looked at her backside again. Beads of water stood out on her bare cheeks, droplets ran down her long muscular legs. "I look hot." She thought to herself and she walked toward the locker room exit to the pool area. --- Mark waited in the deep end of the pool, treading water, his head still spinning from what he'd seen. Now he knew for sure that Jennifer had heard every ounce of his conversation the other day including his talk about the woman wearing a thong at the gym. Granted, Jennifer hadn't been wearing a thong in the weight room, but after she started working out and it pulled up, it may as well have been a thong. He had a split mind. On one hand, he was elated beyond description to realize that Jennifer was obviously showing herself off to him. On the other hand, he felt ashamed that he'd so obviously ogled her body. He shook his head, "What else was I to do?" He thought to himself, "Her body is amazing, the most amazing ass I've ever seen and the way her pussy mound looked...Oh my gosh..." His thoughts stopped as Jennifer walked into the pool area. They were alone. She was wet from the shower. Her one piece suit clung to her voluptuous body like wet tissue paper. As she drew closer he couldn't help but stare down at her body. Her breasts jiggled and his mouth dropped open when he realized he could actually see her aureola...large and round. He was stunned. You work with somebody for so long, you get to know them, but then you never see their body, and then, when you finally do, it's like you're meeting somebody entirely new. How could Jennifer, the woman he'd known all these months, have been with him so many hours at work and yet he didn't know what she looked like? Her breasts, her nipples, her ass. He'd give anything, he thought, to see what she looked like completely naked. What color was her pussy hair? What type of pussy did she have? She appeared to have full, puffy lips which made him even more aroused. And that ass! That amazing bottom. He realized he was staring at her pussy and he looked up at her face as she stood at the edge of the pool looking down at him with a bemused expression. "Hello. Are you in there?" She asked. He sighed and felt his face go bright red, "Yes, I'm here, and worse off than I was before." He felt his penis, which had subsided a little, now surging into a full erection again. "Worse off how?" Jennifer asked. "I think you know." Mark replied. Jennifer laughed...she actually laughed, "At least your, well, you know...that part of you is safer in a pool than a weight room." She bent over and he caught a glimpse of her heavy breast cleavage as she did so. She sat down at the edge of the pool and swung her legs into the water. He swam toward her and stopped at the edge of the pool, not willing to get out and display his full erection which would be completely on display in a wet, clinging swim suit. "Jennifer, I'm confused." "About what?" She asked. "The other day, that conversation...what happened, I'm sorry. I don't want to do the wrong thing and make you feel uncomfortable or anything." "I don't feel uncomfortable. Quite the contrary...with you, that is." "Really?" He asked. "I wouldn't be this way if I didn't feel ok with it." She smiled again. "So you are...you know, doing these things on purpose?" "What things?" She asked. "Can I be blunt?" He asked. "Yes. Please." "Your shorts...how they fit, conformed to your curves that is. Your swimsuit is not very modest...somewhat transparent. The way you were exercising...almost as if you were showing off...and then the other day in the office, the whole...well, the panty thing and what you did. Am I misreading this?" "How do you read it?" Jennifer asked. "You're going to make me say it?" Mark pressed. "You might as well, you were the one who suggested bluntness." "I feel like you're showing yourself off, sexually, to arouse me." Mark sighed. "There, I said it." Jennifer paused for a moment, looking thoughtfully at the water. She didn't reply. She looked down the length of the pool. At the other end, where it was shallow, there was a low basketball hoop at the edge of the pool. Her eyes seemed to brighten and she said, "Hey, let's play water basketball." Mark felt a little disappointment at the lack of a direct response. He was about to say so when she pulled her legs out of the water, stood up and started walking toward that end of the pool. Mark's mouth dropped open as he saw the back of her swimsuit for the first time. He was stunned, staring at her nearly naked bottom as she walked away. Her hips rocked back and forth accentuating her wide feminine curves. He watched her full bottom jiggle and flex and felt his penis start to twitch involuntarily.  She looked back over her shoulder, "Come on, big boy, can you play ball?" Mark shrugged. There was nothing left to hide, he thought. He pulled himself out of the pool and followed her. He glanced down. His swim trunks clung to his thighs and crotch. His penis stood straight up. The full length of his shaft was visible behind the clinging wet material. The shape of his penis head was visible. He looked back up to watch her bare bottom as they walked. His penis twitched more. She grabbed a ball from the bin near the hoop and walked down the steps into the shallow end of the pool. He approached and she turned to look at him. Her eyes dropped to his crotch and immediately went wide. She said, "Oh!" and put her hand over her mouth. He sighed again as he walked down into the water. Her eyes were glued to his genitals. He said, "I'm sorry, I can't help it. You look amazing." She laughed and turned away, shooting the ball at the basket and getting close but not quite sinking the shot. She turned back, "You're the one that looks amazing. Look at your massive chest." She moved closer to him and actually ran her hand, gently, briefly over his chest. "I love this hair. So masculine. I'm not even going to comment on what's down there." She pointed daintily with a finger at his waist, "But that is impressive too." She stepped back, turned and went down into the water, swimming toward the ball. Mark caught glimpses of her bare bottom as she sliced through the water. She grabbed the ball and shot again, this time swishing it. "Good shot!" He said, wading toward the ball. "I am pretty good. I grew up with brothers that loved basketball." She replied. Mark was impressed and even more attracted to her. He shot and missed. She laughed, "You'll have to do better than that." And then they both lunged toward the ball. Then commenced the most surprising fifteen minutes of his life with another woman. She was a fierce competitor as they played the game, each trying to get the ball into the basket, over, around, even under the other person. They splashed and swam, lunged and jumped, and before long they were blocking each other out, bumping up against each other, pressing and pushing. Jennifer seemed to be every bit as aggressive as any other guy and Mark loved it. The fact that her body was curvy, smooth and amazingly soft only made the experience that much more powerful. At times she jumped on his back and he felt her soft, expansive breasts pressed against him with her legs wrapped around him. She was particularly good at pushing him aside with her lower center of gravity and her powerful hips. Throughout this play he stared plenty at her body and she didn't seem to care. Her breasts, even more visible through the soaked material of her suit, were amazing. They bounced and swung as she moved. Her bare ass was the most amazing sight of all. It was powerful and muscled and yet incredibly feminine. His erection didn't die down at all, in fact, it flared even more and he started to feel moments of extreme sexual arousal. Unfortunately, he didn't catch the warning signs in time and at one point, Jennifer grabbed the ball. With her back to the hoop and him between her and the hoop, she started backing up, pushing him toward the hoop with her hips and bottom. She backed straight on and with each shove, her beautiful bottom pressed up against his hips and crotch with his upright erection pressed between the cheeks of her ass. Mark stopped trying to resist and Jennifer noticed. Instead of being quite as aggressive with an objective of getting closer to the hoop, she kept pushing back with her hips and bottom but with a more intense, slower motion. She pushed her ass against his hips and he looked down at the thong back of her swimsuit disappearing between her beautiful cheeks. He felt his erection twitching. Warmth was spreading through his crotch. She pulled away and then pushed back again, gentler this time. Her cheeks wrapped around his upright shaft and he felt his balls tightening. Vaguely, distantly, he thought, "Oh no..." But he couldn't move. He could only stare down at her beautiful body. He looked up at her wet hair. Her face was turned to one side. Her eyes were large and shining and she had a half smile on her face. Then she pushed back one more time. Her bottom cheeks encased his erection warmly, softly, persistently and he felt the orgasm coming on. This time he said out loud, "Oh no! Unnngh..." His penis jerked and started to spasm. The orgasm surged through his body and he looked down at his cock. He felt the first spurt of semen shoot out into his wet trunks. Nothing visible. "Oh!" the pleasure was unbearable. The second spurt of semen jetted from his cock and he could see a little of the white liquid press through his trunks. The third spurt of semen came out and oozed heavily through his trunks, now clearly visible. The water was shallow enough here such that both of their hips were above the water level. The result of his orgasm was oozing through his trunks. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry, Jennifer." "What?" She stood up straight and turned around, a questioning look on her face as his erection continued to spasm, filling his shorts with more semen that seeped through the material and started running down the bulge of his cock on the outside of the wet trunks in a large, white rivulet. Mark's body was almost frozen. He couldn't move. He said again, in a low voice, "I'm sorry." Then Jennifer looked down at his crotch. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide, "Oh my gosh...is that...what?" Finally Mark's penis stopped squirting semen but it was still visibly twitching and the damage was done. A huge amount of semen was running down the front of his trunks in an unmistakable way. His erection was still completely visible behind the wet clinging material. Mark didn't know what to say. "Mark, is that what I...I mean...did you ejaculate?" She looked up at him. He was still frozen. She looked down again and to his amazement, she dropped the ball into the water and slowly reached out with one finger. Time seemed to slow down as her finger approached his crotch and then electricity lanced through his system as her finger touched his erection through the wet, semen covered trunks. "Oh!" He said. The pleasure was amazing and his penis started jerking again. She slowly ran her finger up his shaft collecting a large amount of the semen and then she pulled her hand back and rubbed her finger and thumb together through the slick liquid. She stared at her fingers, looking strangely mesmerized. Finally she spoke, softly, "I've never done that to a man before." He tried to speak, "I, well...um..." He felt as if he were going to burst with humiliation. Then she smiled and looked up at him, "I made you come, just by showing off and pushing myself up against your cock. Wow!" She laughed. Her smile and laughter released all the tension in his body and he sighed, "My gosh, Jennifer...I didn't mean to, honest...I just go so aroused, so excited." Jennifer looked up at his eyes for a while and then surprised him again when she took a step closer, standing just before him, she stretched up and gently kissed his mouth. Her lips were amazingly soft. She smelled wonderful. Her breath was warm and gentle. Her eyes fluttered as she pulled away and her smile was soft, seductive and cute. "You are quite a man." She said. He felt stupefied. He tried to speak, "I, uh..." She laughed again and then turned abruptly and walked toward the edge of the pool. He watched her amazing, thonged ass as she strode up the steps of the pool. She looked over her shoulder, "See you back at work." And with that, she walked around the pool and into the women's locker room. Mark shook his head again, feeling dazed. He ran over the whole morning in his mind. Moments later he realized he was still standing alone in the pool, semen all over the front of his swim suit. He hurried out of the pool and into the men's locker room. --- Jennifer stood under the stream of hot water in the shower. She'd gone back to her locker, seen that nobody was around still, and stripped the wet suit off, walking back to the shower completely naked and feeling powerfully sexual. Her pussy was raging with arousal and she felt tingly all over. "I made Mark ejaculate!" She thought, over and over, in her mind. The hot water felt amazing over her chest, on her sensitive nipples, down over her belly and between her legs, over her delicate parts. She adjusted the jet of the shower head and positioned herself for how she used to masturbate when she was younger. She rocked her hips forward and spread her legs, exposing her genitals as much as possible to the stream of water. She put her fingers down on either side of her hot pussy and spread her outer lips, exposing the sensitive inner lips and the little hood over her clitoris to the stream of water. She snapped her neck back and cried out in pleasure, "Oh!" The water pounded on her pussy, rushing over her clitoris and she felt the orgasm coming on, "Oh! Oh! Mark!" She cried as the orgasm rocked through her body. She stood in the open shower, alone in the locker room, completely naked, legs spread, bottom on display, her muscles flexed, coming and coming.  She stayed in the shower for five minutes, teasing her pussy into three separate orgasms and thinking about a fourth when she heard a locker door open. Quickly she released her pussy and stood up straight, trying to act normal. She listened, knowing that she was standing fully nude in the shower for everybody to see without even a towel nearby. She washed her hair, washed her body, glancing into the locker room. She saw nobody. Eventually she turned the shower off and walked embarrassed, wet, and jiggling back towards her locker. Just as she was approaching the aisle where her locker was, a locker door closed and another woman, older, came around the corner. Jennifer covered her breasts with folded arms, feeling exposed but trying to look like she was cold and not embarrassed. The woman smiled, not glancing down at Jennifer's body, and Jennifer nodded back. Jennifer turned the corner and glanced back, the woman was walking away without another look. "Oh my gosh." Jennifer sighed. She opened her locker, took the towel out and started drying her naked, tingly and wonderfully relaxed body.

Helping Alexandra byFrancisdonatien© Helping Alexandra Ch. 04 She gives him her panties and he takes over. Chapter 4: Mary Jo Joins the Club Mary Jo tried hard to focus on what her assistant Brad was talking about. She was convinced that he knew that she had nothing on under her skirt, even though logic told her there was no way he could know. She had met with Fred shortly after lunch for their regular talk about the quarterly medical staff newsletter. They covered the necessary topics in short order, as they usually did, but then she sat there quietly, not moving. "Anything else?" She took a deep breath. "I had lunch with Alexandra a while back." Fred nodded. "About two weeks ago, right." "She told me about your... secret fun." Fred said nothing, just looking at her. She squirmed and felt nervous sweat on her lips and arms. "I know she said you can't talk about details until I've... made my commitment. But... " Her voice trailed off. After a moment, Fred said, "You and I have had several conversations about very sensitive matters that required complete confidentiality, and neither of us has ever broken that pact. Whatever you're worried about, you can rely on my silence." She sat there for what felt like a long time, just staring at him. She wanted to ask him to open his file drawer, but knew he wouldn't. And she remembered that she had walked out of the building with a totally naked Alexandra and waved to him in his car. Finally, she took a deep breath, put her papers on the floor, and stood up. "Can I close the door?" "I don't see why," Fred said. She stepped to the doorway, checked the hallways, and came back into the office. With a deep breath, she reached under her skirt, slid her hands up to her waist, and pushed down. It took a little tugging, but after a moment, she pulled the panties to the floor and stepped out of them. Without a word, Fred pulled open his file drawer, and she dropped them in. "Have a seat," he said as he shut the drawer. "I know that took a lot of nerve. And trust. So, thank you. Did Alex tell you the rest of it? As long as they are in the drawer, we can play games with you. If there's something you don't want to do, you can say no, but if you say no three times, we'll stop. Okay?" Mary Jo sat in silent amazement at what she had just done. Part of her wanted to grab the panties back out of the drawer and run from the building; another part was very excited at what might happen. At the same time, the analytic part of her brain was churning with questions. "Is that if I say no to a whole project or just to one part of it?" "I don't know. That's never come up. You're part of the rules committee now. Why don't we make that rule when we need to?" That made her chuckle on her way back to her office. There were three of them, so far as she knew, and already a committee. Back at her desk, though, she began worrying that her secret would be discovered. Every time somebody looked at her or called her name, she checked that her skirt was still in place. Ridiculous she knew, since she was behind a solid desk and the skirt reached almost to her knees After her meeting with Brad, where she thought she must have seemed very distracted, she stayed at her desk working. Around 5:15, as some of the staff began leaving, her phone rang. It was Fred. "How are you doing?" "Okay." After a pause, she chuckled. "It feels weird to have nothing on down there. I was sure everybody knew. Stupid, I know." "Sounds like a normal reaction. Are you at your desk?" "Yes." "Slide your skirt up so your legs are bare." She got a sudden chill at the uncertainty of what might happen, but slid her skirt up anyway. "Make sure you pull it all the way up, so your butt is on the chair. Now run your fingers along your legs. How do they feel?" Her breath got shallow as she ran her fingers along the top of her thigh. She kept her eyes on the staff still outside her office, but nobody looked her way. "It feels nice. A little scratchy maybe. I guess I need to shave." "What part of your leg are you touching?" "The thigh, the top part." "Move to the inside of the thigh. How does it feel?" "Softer. Smoother," she said after a brief silence. "Now move your hand to the top of your thigh and the space between. Tell me about that." Mary Jo giggled quietly before answering. "It's furry." "And the soft tissue beneath the fur?" There was silence, then a quiet moan. "What was that?" Fred's voice was quiet and deep, more like a voice inside her head than on the phone. "The nub," she whispered with a sigh. "Your clitoris?" "Mmm hmm." She heard him breathing as she stroked herself, running her fingers over the folds of flesh between her legs. She kept mostly silent, with occasional gasps, as she stroked circular motions over her labia, getting wetter and looser with each stroke. "Not too loud," the voice in her ear told her. "And careful how you're sitting. You don't want your staff to think there's anything strange going on." She quickly sat up straight and looked through the window of her office. Everybody seemed to be looking at their desks and paying no attention to her. She shifted her position to look more natural, but kept her fingers on her pussy. "Everything all right?" Fred's voice echoed in her ear. "A few have already left, and a couple others seem to be getting ready." "So you have time to slide a finger inside?" She gasped. She kept her eyes focused on the office and slowly slid her middle finger down, then up inside herself, till she had two knuckles inside the warm, wet confines. "How long has it been?" she thought as she slid the finger slowly in and out. "Are you there?" Fred's voice rumbled in her ear, soothing even as it was commanding. She suddenly straightened up and looked out her window. The last staff members were all getting up to leave, and Bradley seemed to be heading her way. She pulled her finger out. "What's going on?" the voice in her ear asked. "Everybody's leaving, and Bradley's coming over to say good night, as he often does." "Just stay calm, pretend you're talking to somebody about work. Maybe take some notes, and just wave to him." She reached for a pencil just as Bradley got to her door, then realized she didn't have any paper nearby. She smiled at him and waved, indicating she was on the phone. She was sure he could see that her two fingers were wet and that he knew what she was doing. He just waved to her and headed out. When she heard the door close, she exhaled loudly. "All gone?" Fred asked. "Yes," she said with great relief. "Then get back to where you were." She slid two fingers back inside her cunt and began stroking. With nobody in the office, she rolled the chair back from her desk and leaned back, letting her legs spread wider. She moaned gently as sensations rolled through her body, building in intensity. She heard Fred's voice quietly say, "I'm going to leave you on your own. Have fun." Then the phone disconnected, and she let hers fall from her shoulder. She touched her clit with her other hand and began rubbing in sync with her thrusting. As the waves of passion intensified, her body curled and tightened in the chair, and the stroking got faster until everything seemed to explode within her. With each spasm that rocked her body, she let out a small yell. As the orgasm subsided, she lay back in her chair, pushed away from her desk. At some level of consciousness, she knew that she was totally exposed and that, if anybody walked in, she would be embarrassed, humiliated, and probably fired. At the moment, though, she did not care. It had been too long since she had done anything like this, and she was relishing the sensations of every nerve in her body. She gradually became aware of the moisture along her legs, particularly as it cooled in the air. She also heard the unhooked phone beeping from the floor. She realized she should dry herself off and not leave any stains on the chair. She also did not want to stain her skirt, though it was black, so who would notice? In his office, Fred had hung up the phone when Alexandra came in. "Am I interrupting anything?" "Just a brief conversation with Mary Jo." Alexandra looked at him quizzically. "She has joined our club." Alexandra smiled. "And you were initiating her?" "That's as good a way to put it as any. Like I told you early on, I make it up as I go along." He noticed that she was wearing a light summer dress, more suited to a weekend than work. "You've changed clothes since I saw you this morning." "This is my traveling outfit. Jack's picking me up shortly. We fly out tonight and board the ship tomorrow. Back in ten days after cruising the Mediterranean." "Have fun. I'll expect full details when I return." "I'll expect the same from you." She turned. "I've got to go." "Do you have anything on under that?" "I thought you'd never ask." She pulled the skirt up along her thigh, showing a stretch of bare leg all the way up to her waist. No sign of anything more than skin. Then she moved the opening toward the front till he got a full, unobstructed view of her totally bare pussy. They both smiled as she let the skirt fall back in place. "Can I get a rear view before you leave?" "You are a naughty boy." She turned and bent over, then lifted her skirt to give him a view of her butt and pussy lips. "I don't know if I've ever told you before. You have a cute butt. I expect to see it fully tanned by the time you get back." "My goal is no tan lines," she said as she stood up and fixed her skirt before turning and heading out. He watched her skirt flip back and forth all the way down the hall. Then he got back to work. The next day, Friday, he called Mary Jo and said they should have lunch on Monday. Mid-morning on Monday, he called and said, before lunch, she should go into the bathroom and take off her bra, then meet him in the lobby at 12:30. When they stepped out of the building, he told her to unbutton the jacket and undo the top three buttons of her blouse. Her eyes grew wide at his instructions, but she followed through without quibble. They walked a few blocks to a nearby tavern and got a corner table. He had her take off her jacket and sit with her back to the restaurant, while he took the indoor seat. After they had placed their orders, he quietly told her to undo two more buttons. She bit her lip and looked from side to side, then did so. "Pull it open a little," Fred said and smiled at the shape of her breasts. They talked generally about things they had heard about from other departments, the weather and vacation plans, and even some talk about how baseball games interfered with traffic. When the waiter had cleared their plates and left the bill, he leaned forward and said, "Pull one side of your shirt open, so I can see your whole breast." Her face grew red, but after a quick look to either side, she moved one hand to the open blouse and pulled it aside about an inch. "Further, so I can see your nipple," he said quietly. Her face grew redder, and she looked as though she might start to cry, but she pulled the blouse further to the side until the brown nipple was in full view. He smiled. "Very pretty. Thank you. Now cover up. The waiter's coming back." When they got ready to leave, Fred said she should do up all but the three top buttons. They walked in silence for a block, then Fred said, "I know you'll close up your shirt and jacket when we get back to the office. Keep the bra off, and when it gets quiet in the afternoon, take your jacket off and unbutton the top three buttons. Leave it that way till everybody leaves, and when you head to your car, don't button the jacket and open two more buttons from the shirt." She nodded, and they walked a couple more blocks in silence. Just before they crossed the street to the office, she asked, "Will you check up on me that I do all of these things?" "No. I trust you, and I'll ask you about them the next day, and I know you won't lie to me." She buttoned up her shirt and closed her jacket, then they headed across the street and up the stairs to their office building. On Tuesday, he asked about a dress he remembered that buttoned all the way up the front and told her to wear it on Wednesday with pantihose, but no panties. They would have lunch again, and she would take off her bra before leaving the office. This time, they ate at another restaurant further from the office. After they had ordered, he asked if her pantihose had a gusset in the crotch, blocking any view of her pussy. When she said yes, he gave her a small pair of scissors and sent her to the bathroom to cut it out. "Bring it to me when you come back. And unbutton your dress from the second button below the belt on down. Plus four from the neck down." When she returned, the dress opened with each step, showing off most of her thighs, and the valley between her breasts made it clear that she had nothing on there either. After lunch, they went into a bookstore. After they had made their way into one of the rear corners, he told her to unbutton her top all the way down to the belt. "Now pull it open, so I can see both of your breasts." She bit her lip as she did so, and he smiled. They were round and full, topped with brown nipples, and sagged a bit with age, but they were lovely to look at. "Beautiful," he said. "Just beautiful." She blushed, and she did up the bottom three buttons. They were starting out of the store when she stepped behind him. "That's Doctor Skinner and a couple others. I can't let them see me." "Of course you can," Fred said and stepped to her side. "Let's go say hi." They walked over to the rows where the doctors were looking at biographies. "Dr. Skinner," Mary Jo, trying to sound as casual as she could. It took a second for him to recognize her and say hi, then he did somewhat of a double-take at the sight of her cleavage. "Mary Jo, hi, I'm Dr. Alberts." The elegant woman extended her hand in greeting, and Mary Jo shook it, giving her breasts a shake in the process. "We're trying to help Dr. Skinner find a book for his nephew. He's interested in biography. Any suggestions?" Fred introduced himself and asked a few questions about the nephew's interests. When he found out the boy had applied to West Point,he suggested some military biographies. "My older brother is a big military buff, and here are some of the recent ones I remember him talking about." After a few more minutes, Fred and Mary Jo headed out, leaving the doctors on their own. "Dr. Skinner and that other guy, Dr. Michaels, never took their eyes off my breasts." "Dr. Alberts seemed quite appreciative as well, though maybe not as blatantly," Fred added. When they were at the corner to their office, he said, "Between three and four this afternoon, when things get quiet and you're at your desk, unbutton the lower part of the dress all the way to the belt, so you're completely open. Pull it up, so your bare butt is on the chair. Then stroke yourself gently till you have a little orgasm. Nothing major, just enough to brighten your spirits." "And then?" "Nothing. Just enjoy yourself." They went back to work. For Friday, he told her he wanted her to wear a wrap-around skirt that was shorter than what she usually wore, along with a somewhat tighter blouse than normal. When he saw her that morning, she seemed like a different person and was attracting a number of double-takes from others. The skirt was only an inch or so shorter than her usual outfits, but even that difference was noticeable. Her blouse and shirt were also a brighter color than she normally wore. In the middle of the afternoon, he called and told her to pull the tails of her blouse out of the skirt and to unbutton the bottom two or three buttons. He saw her a bit later and found that this had exposed a bit of skin above her skirt, just enough to show it off without being extravagant. "Nice work," he whispered to her as he passed by. She giggled and blushed slightly. A little after five, as her staff was leaving, her phone rang. She knew it would be Fred. "When your staff is gone, unbutton your blouse entirely, then come up here. Take the steps." She watched the staff leaving, both impatient for them to go and nervous about what she would have to do. Bradley came in to wish her a good weekend and talk about what he had coming up next week. She nodded. He could have told her he was going to rob a bank, and she would have just nodded. Finally, he left, and she undid all the buttons on her blouse. She did a quick turn to see what the breeze felt like on skin that had not been bare in the office before this. She fingered the edge of her bra cup, feeling the skin underneath, and wondered whether she should take it off. But he hadn't told her to yet, so she would wait for instructions. She was pretty certain how she would end up, just not sure how she would get there. She opened the main door of her office suite and listened carefully. Once she was sure there was nobody around, she moved quickly toward the exit to the stairs. She was partway up when she heard some voices. She froze, but then figured out they were below her and going down. She continued up the remaining two flights to his floor, then cautiously opened the door and listened. When she was sure she was alone, she stepped and crossed over to the door leading to the communications department. As she walked down the hallway, both her fear and her excitement increased as she approached his office. Then there he was, sitting at his desk, apparently absorbed in work. "Hi," she said quietly as she stood in the door. "Hi. Come in," he said warmly. She stepped in and stood rather awkwardly as he looked at her. "That's a nice bra," he said after a few moments. She ran her fingers over the edge of the bra cup and saw that her nipple was getting hard. "I bought it last night on my way home. It's not my usual style. In fact, I bought all of this last night, except the shoes." She ran her hands along her stomach to the waist of her skirt. "The bra and panties are a matched set." Her face went red, and she turned her head with a kind of awkward smile. "May I see? Can you undo the skirt?" She fumbled with the one button for a few seconds till she got it loose, then had even more difficulty with the one inside the skirt. But she finally got it undone, and the skirt fell open, revealing the matching lime-green panties. Her hips were thicker than Alexandra's, to no surprise, and she had a slight roll of belly flat resting on the waist of the panties. Her thighs were a bit thick, but in proportion to her hips, and they looked well muscled and firm. Her skin showed a few signs of age, but not enough to get in the way of her overall sexiness. "Very nice," Fred said. "Can I see the other side?" As she turned around, she said, "They're cut kind of short." The back only covered about half of her butt cheeks. "Very nice," he repeated. "Have a seat. You can toss your skirt onto the other chair in the corner." At first, she looked as though she did not want to let the skirt go, but she tossed it and sat down. The skirt landed on the chair, then slipped to the floor. "Don't cross your legs," Fred said, as she started to do so, "I never asked you about Wednesday afternoon. How did it go?" It took her a moment to realize what he was asking, then she giggled nervously. "Right. Around a quarter to four, I figured things were winding down, so I unbuttoned the skirt all the way to the belt. I had already left it open from the knees down. I spread the two panels wide open and pulled them up so my butt was on the chair. At first, I just enjoyed the feeling of the air on my... my pussy." She seemed a bit embarrassed at using the term.. "After a while, I put my hand down in my lap and started stroking circles around my labia, my pussy lips. I used my left hand because I was writing some notes with my right. It was a light touch, and every now and then a little wave of pleasure would make itself felt. Sometimes, I'd have to stop writing as more than one wave would move through me. And my eyes went out of focus a few times. But I did keep writing. "After a while, though, I wanted more. So I put my notes aside and took out a report that I need to review. That way, I could switch hands, and I started stroking myself much faster with my right hand. I paid attention to not moving my upper arm, so nobody would get a hint of what I was doing. I even at one point slipped a finger inside, just a knuckle or two, and suddenly those waves built up into an orgasm. My butt and stomach were clenching, and I was making tiny sounds, little moans and gasps, that I knew I had to control, but they were just taking me over. "When the feelings calmed down, I looked into the office, but nobody seemed to have noticed anything. My pussy was all wet; so were my fingers and probably my dress too. When I'd recovered enough, I went back to reading the report. I had to start at the beginning, since I couldn't remember anything about it." While she was talking, Fred had felt his cock getting stiff and had shifted his legs to relieve the strain and increase the pleasure. He also noticed that Mary Jo had her fingers on her panties, gently stroking her pussy through the material. She looked up at him when she finished the story and quickly pulled her hand away. "That's terrific," Fred said, his voice sounding a little strained. "I hadn't done that in a long time, except for your phone call on Monday. I did the same thing yesterday afternoon. And the past two nights after Bob had fallen asleep." It was Fred's turn to be surprised, and she smiled at his reaction. "I think you may have awakened something that's been dormant and unattended for a while." "So, are you ready for the next step?" She rubbed her hands on her thighs and nodded, biting her lip at the same time. "Can you take off your bra without taking off your shirt?" She giggled. "I thought of that when I was buying this last night. The straps unhook from the cups in front." She unhooked first one, then the other strap, letting the cups sag under the weight of her breasts. Then she reached back and unhooked the bra and pulled it down. Her breasts spread out as they were released from the bra. They swayed as she tossed it over toward her skirt. When Fred told her to do so, she stood up and raised her hands to her head, slightly lifting the breasts. "You look beautiful. Turn to the side. Now bend down." Her breasts swayed forward as she leaned down. "Beautiful," he said. "Now stand up. And kick your shoes off." When they had landed in the corner with the skirt, he said, "Now I'm going to give you a choice. You've got two pieces of clothing on, a blouse and panties. I want you to take one of them off, then go back down to your office and wait for me." Her breathing got very shallow and she felt herself go pale, even dizzy. She touched the edges of her blouse, then slid down to the waistband of her panties, running her fingers along the lace at the top. Her mind was in a whirl. She had known all along that she would end up naked in front of Fred and maybe even others. Now, though, she was going to be a partner in the process. After what seemed like a long time, she took a deep breath, looked right at Fred, and slid her panties down to her knees. She let them fall to the floor and, with a sudden exhalation, stepped out of them. Except for a wide open blouse, she was naked in her co-worker's office. Her face went a deep red. Fred's eyes roamed over her whole body. Her pussy lips were thick and protruded from the dusting of pubic hair on her mound. "Do you trim your pubic hair?" "I did a couple nights ago, since I figured you'd be seeing me naked. And it seems to suit my new choice of underwear." "You're very pretty in all ways." "Thank you." She let out a tiny giggle, yet still blushed. "Okay. I've got a little more work to do here, so I want you to go down to your office and wait for me. I'll give you a call when I'm ready, so you can meet me at the door to your office suite." She stood up without a word and headed out. He watched her leave, admiring the jiggle in her butt cheeks as she walked. He turned back to his desk, even though he did not have much work to do. He really wanted to extend the tension and suspense, both for her and for himself. Mary Jo went back down the stairs to her office the same way she had come up, carefully listening at the door before she went through. Once inside her office suite, with the door electronically locked behind her, she breathed a sigh of relief. For a few moments, at least, she was safe. She wandered among the desks of her staff, mentally saying their names as she imagined them looking at her. When she got to Bradley's desk off to the side, she felt a twitch in her pussy. She had always felt protective of him since he started working for her, and she had a brief image of her holding him in comfort, not in desire. She was startled to realize that she had started stroking herself and that her pussy lips were getting loose and wet. This was too weird, she thought, masturbating next to Bradley's desk. What was she going to think -- or feel -- the next time she had to talk to him about something? She walked away, but kept playing with those thick folds of soft flesh that she had so long ignored. She wound up near the door to her office as though she were facing her whole staff and saying, "Look at me." She even spread her pussy lips, inviting a closer look. "This is crazy," she said out loud, then turned around, bent over, and spread her ass cheeks. "Take à deep look," she shouted and started laughing. She almost fell over when the phone rang. She stood up so fast that she got dizzy for a second and had to steady herself before she ran into the office to answer it. "I'm coming down," Fred said. "Get your purse and anything else you need to take with you, and meet me in the hall outside your office suite." She quickly gathered up her things and stood in the hallway outside her office. She did not worry much about being caught, because she had her badge and could get back in very quickly. She waited patiently, though she did get worried when she heard the door to the stairs open and close. Pretty soon, though, Fred came around the corner and she relaxed. He held out a tote bag and told her to put her things into it. "Now your shirt and your badge," he said. As she took off her shirt and put it in, her stomach tightened in fear. Without the badge, she would not be able to get back into the office if she wanted to hide. She was completely exposed. "I'll go get my car. It will probably take twelve to fifteen minutes for me to get it and come back to the front. You should be ready to come out around then. I'll drive around the block a few times, but after a while, if you don't come out, I'll assume you've made other plans, and I'll head home. See you soon, okay?" Without waiting for an answer, he turned and headed back to the lobby. When she heard the door to the stairs close after him, the tightening of fear turned into a wave of panic. She started shaking and hugged herself to try to control it. Her knees were quivering, so she sat on the floor. She felt tears starting to roll down her cheeks, Then she heard the elevator open and two male voices talking. She jumped up, but did not know what to do. The offices were along a U-shaped hallway from the hallway, meaning the men could go either way. Their voices seemed to reverberate through the hall, and Mary Jo could not figure out which way they were going. She moved toward the bottom of the U, still shaking and on the verge of tears. At the midpoint of the hall were a conference room and a kitchen/lunchroom. As the voices got closer, she ran into the kitchen, where she hid in the space between the refrigerator and the wall. She was grateful for the full-size refrigerator and desperately hoped they would not come this way. She bit her lip to keep quiet. She finally recognized the voices as two lawyers from the Office of General Counsel. Great, she thought, she was going to get caught by two pompous asses. Their offices were across from the kitchen, but they decided to stay in the hallway, talking about things she should not be hearing. Sweat was dripping from her armpits, and the heat from the refrigerator motor was burning her butt. Her pussy was twitching. She dared not move or even scratch her nose, which started to itch. "Hang on, I left my lunch in the refrigerator." Mary Jo tried to press herself further into the corner and twisted her ankle in the process. Her nerves were screaming for release, but she held firm as the door opened and Mike, the younger lawyer, reached inside. How could he not see her, she wondered in her frenzy and almost giggled at the notion of popping out and saying, "What? Are you blind?" But he closed the door and headed out, turning off the light as he went. Some of the tension went out of her body, but she did not dare relax till she heard the elevator doors close and silence return to the halls. When she was sure it was clear, she tried to step out from behind the refrigerator and found she was slightly wedged in. She had turned slightly sideways and could not grab anything to help pull herself out. Nor could she get any purchase on the wall to push against. She finally twisted her body against the refrigerator, which rocked a bit, just enough that she could lunge out of the space and tumble onto the floor. She cried and giggled as she lay on the floor, torn between humiliation and fear on the one hand and absurd joy on the other. She stood up unsteadily and limped her way out into the hallway. She suddenly realized that she had no idea how much time had elapsed and whether or not Fred had given up on her. She broke into a run, heedless to the possibility of being caught, and ran down the four flights of stairs to the ground floor. She paused only when she got into the main lobby. She stood near the guard's desk and looked out the door. She could not see Fred's car yet, so she stepped behind the desk, first intending to use it for cover. This was where Alexandra had hidden on her first night, when she overheard Mary Jo and Tom kissing and arguing. Mary Jo, on the other hand, decided that she was not going to cower. She stood behind the desk, as though she were the security guard on duty. "Welcome, Dr. Skinner," she said to herself. "Dr. Alberts, nice to see you. Yes, ma'am, may I help you? Bradley, how are you this morning?" As she fantasized about meeting all her co-workers in the nude, she began stroking her swollen, wet pussy lips. Soon she lost focus as her stroking picked up in speed. She moved her other hand down to rub her clit, while she slid a finger inside herself. Soon, all the fears and tensions and arousal from the whole evening burst into a resounding orgasm that echoed against the lobby walls. Her body twitched with each wave, her legs got weak, and she lay her head on the guard's desk. She felt as though she was ready to dissolve into a puddle on the floor when she heard the front door open. She saw Fred coming toward her with a worried look. "Are you okay? It looked like you were fainting." She looked up at him, unconcerned about the juice dripping out of her cunt or her weakened state. She smiled at him. "I just had the most wonderful orgasm of my life, and it's all thanks to you." She grabbed his arm and pulled herself up so she could put her arms around him and give him a wet, passionate kiss. After a couple seconds, he put his arm around her back and started guiding her, half-carrying her toward the door. "Come on. Let's get you out of here. The car's running." With one arm around her back and the other supporting her arm, he guided her out to the car, almost dragging her. He got her around to the passenger side and fumbled at the door, trying to keep her naked body shielded from the view of any passing drivers. A couple blew their horns, but that was probably more because he was in the way than at her. She flopped into the seat, and he struggled to buckle her seat belt without pinching her or, for that matter, touching her too much. Once he had her buckled in, he lowered the seat and draped his jacket over her. He drove off and, as soon as he could, turned off the main road to wind his way to quiet non-residential street where he could park for a while without drawing attention to himself or her. She had started humming as they drove. Every now and then,she would sing some of the words of "Tiptoe Through the Tulips," then lapse back into humming. After a few minutes, she fell asleep. At a traffic light, he reached over and took her glasses off. She rolled her head slightly. In the red light, she looked so peaceful and adorable, younger than she usually seemed at work, where she often had a reputation for sternness and lack of imagination. Oh, if they could see her now. He parked in an empty parking lot close to a Catholic day school. It was isolated, yet not so conspicuous for a single parked car. He turned the engine off and listened to her quiet breathing and briefly dozed off himself. "Hi." Her quiet voice and a hand on his arm woke him up. "Where are we?" "A little out of town and out of the way, so we could sit till you woke up and recovered." "How long have I been out?" "I don't know. I guess we left work about half an hour ago, maybe twenty minutes." "I guess I went a little crazy." "I guess." "And you didn't take advantage of me." Fred laughed. "You could probably interpret that a number of ways. I got you naked." She moved her hand down his arm and took his hand. "You offered me the opportunity. I'm the one who took it." She lifted his hand and kissed his finger. "We should get you home." He pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed her finger, then let go. "We should." She picked up his jacket, which had fallen into her lap, and tossed it into the back seat. "I'll get your clothes," Fred said. "They're in the trunk." "You can get them, but I'm not going to put them on. My challenge was to walk into my house naked, and I'm going to do that." Fred turned to her. "I didn't state a specific challenge, and you don't need to do that." "Need has nothing to do with it," she said. "That's what I had in mind to do, and that's what I'll do. If you want to get the clothes out of the trunk, that's fine with me. But they'll just sit in the back seat." He looked at her with a sense of wonder at the unexpected calm he saw in her face. He took in her whole body, the sag of her breasts, the rolls of her stomach, the smoothness of her hips and legs. When she realized he was looking her over, she opened her legs to give him a fuller view of her pussy. The she took his hand and placed it on her breast, cupping her softness. "You can if you want to," she said quietly. He took his hand off her breast and stroked her face. "Not now," he said, "maybe some day, but not now." He shifted back into his seat and started the car. "I would love to fuck you right now, trust me, but I don't want to ruin things. And rushing could do that." They drove in silence, though he could sometimes hear her humming and occasionally gently laughing. When they got to her house, he popped the trunk. "Thank you for a wonderful evening," he said. "I hope all goes well." "The neighbors are all watching television, I'm sure. Even if Murray next door were mowing, he would be so focused that I could dance naked on the lawn, and he would barely notice. Inside, Bob will be downstairs watching television, and Lisa in her room on the computer with headphones, so nobody will notice me come in." She leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. "And thank you." She got out of the car, picked up her things from the trunk, and walked across the lawn to her house. He watched her butt jiggle as she went and thought of her softness as he carried her out to his car and of the softness of her breast when she held his hand against her. The scents of sex and sweat still permeated his car. One hell of a night, he thought. He watched her step into her house and close the door. Then he drove home.

Hunted at Hooters bySarahSummers© Hunted at Hooters Pt. 01 "What the hell time do you call this, young lady?" Hank's Southern twang barked at Sarah from across the parking lot. She could feel his disapproving gaze as she stumbled hurriedly from the bus stop, and struggled to tie the apron around her waist. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" She called as she trotted, removing her jacket and exposing her arms to the Texan winter breeze. The Hooters uniform stayed the same no matter the time of year; skin-tight, white tank and bright orange hot pants. She'd had no time for laundry this week, nor time to consider her underwear that morning, so the hot pink frills were somewhat visible around her ample chest which made her an ideal waitress at the famous restaurant. "That's the third time this week, Sarah. What happened? Where's your car?" Hank took her coat and bag from her so that she could dive straight into the chaos beyond the front door. After he was done glaring at her, that is. "They, err..." She cleared her throat, embarrassed as she released her ponytail and rapidly fingered through her long, reddish hair in the reflection of the window. "The repo men came and, I... I guess I missed a few payments." "For God's sake, woman." Hank showed no mercy. "I know your grandfather is sick, and you gotta take care of him. But if you lose this job-" "I know!" Sarah cut him off, too scared to consider the end of that sentence. "I know, I'm sorry. I promise, I will be on time from now on. Granddaddy is doin' OK. I just got a little behind, that's all. I'll do better, I swear." "You'd better!" She heard him call from behind her as she swept into the mid-afternoon madness. Like an ocean current, her customers and co-workers pulled her in and filled her senses with orders, reminders and requests. Was she still on for covering Samantha's shift on Thursday? Of course. Would she mind clearing table twelve so Julie could go on break? No problem. Could table three get a refill? And, oh, the men's room needs an 'out of order' sign. She'd be right on it. Working at Hooters had never been her first choice, but it certainly kept her on her feet. At the age of twenty-one, Sarah had been just a year away from finishing college when Granddaddy had fallen ill. With no parents or siblings to speak of, and after Grandma passed a few years prior, Sarah and Granddaddy were the only two surviving members of the Summers family clan. So, until he got better (as she kept telling herself he would), Sarah was a Hooters Girl -- a fact she tried her damnedest to keep secret from her Granddaddy's elderly, gossiping neighbours. The truth was, Sarah had never made a particularly good waitress. She was clumsy, forgetful and a general hot mess at the best of times. The number of menial, low-wage jobs she had been fired from was embarrassing and, she was ashamed to acknowledge, the only thing that kept food on her and Granddaddy's table was, well, the triple D-cup swelling under her shrunken Hooter's top. "I sincerely hope you thank the lord that he made you pretty." Hank, her boss, would often say after she screwed up again and again. Hank was a good, god-fearing man. But he was also kind of an ass. Still, Sarah bit her tongue and went about working just as hard as she could. Leaving college early, she had been forced to forfeit her scholarship. If she had any hope of finishing her degree, and getting a job she was actually good at, she not only needed to keep her and Granddaddy afloat -- she needed to be making money. "Hi there, welcome to Hooters! What can I get for you today?" Sarah put her game face on and spoke brightly as she approached the recently-seated family of four. An older father and three college-aged sons, clearly returned from a recent hunting trip, wearing a mixture of woodland camouflage and florescent orange. As she'd expected, the father spoke for the table. "Well hello there, darlin'. Ain't you a pretty thing." He spoke from beneath a silver moustache with mutton chops framing his wide face. A few months ago, his greeting would have made Sarah's inner-feminist's blood boil. Now, however, she was growing accustomed to being talked to this way. A part of the agreement when you become a Hooters Girl, after all, is that the franchise is built on female sex appeal and advances like this are to be taken in good humour. Sarah forced her mouth into the shape of a smile and did a little courtesy, pinching the tips of her hot pants. "Why thank you, kind Sir." She accepted the compliment as the other girls had taught her to. "And what will y'all be eating today? I can recommend our Philly Cheesesteak Sandwich, made with thinly-sliced rump steak, sautéed onions and a whole heap of provolone." She silently commended herself for remembering her lines from yesterday, although today's special was likely to be different. The older man laughed loudly, and his boys all exchanged smiles between them. Clearly, Sarah was missing out on the joke. "We like a good rump, don't we boys?" The man continued to chuckle and Sarah felt a jolt of panic as his hand came to rest on her backside. "Now then," he leaned forwards, unsnapping a pair of tiny spectacles with his spare hand and placing them on the end of his nose, as though about to read something of far greater importance than what to have for a late lunch. "Is there, er, rump in anything else here... Sarah?" He read her name badge with apparent difficulty where it clung just above her left breast. "Um... n-no. No sir, I can't think that there is." Sarah wasn't an idiot -- she knew that this type of contact between customers and staff was crossing a line -- but she had no idea what to do or how to react. So she stood, frozen in fear, whilst the older man groped her ass through her tiny shorts and his three adult sons sat and watched closely, as though learning from a master. "Ah well. I'm more of a breast man anyway. What about you boys?" There was a general murmur of agreement but Sarah was barely listening. She could feel her heart beating in her neck and the sounds of the room her were somehow drowned out by it. All around them, she saw her colleagues walking past, either not noticing her plight or not caring. She wanted to reach out with a hand, open her mouth and say something. But her arms felt heavy and her jaw seemed wired shut. "We will take four orders of your biggest, juiciest chicken breasts if you please, Sarah. And, er, don't skimp on the sauce there, OK darlin'?" With her words failing her, Sarah nodded, not even knowing if that was something on the menu, and the man chuckled like a good-natured Santa Claus. "And get this young man a beer! It's his birthday, after all!" Sarah gasped as he drew back his hand and spanked her hard enough to force her hips into the side of the table, causing the cutlery to jump and clatter. Before anymore could be said, she shuffled away to the sounds of erupting laughter and words of admiration. "Nice, dad." Not even entirely sure what she had written down on the ticket, she passed it through to the kitchen and took a moment to lean against the bar and breathe. "I'd better not be catchin' you takin' a break this early, Sarah Summers." Hank's disembodied voice seemed to surround her, like the stalker-ghost-boss from hell. She frowned as she searched for the lumbering old man, far too tall and wide to be this elusive. "Down here." Sarah followed the sound with her eyes and saw him down on the ground, changing out a barrel beneath the bar. "I'm not Hank, I just need a second." She assured him, trying to shake off the creepy feeling that was clinging to her skin like a coat of spiders. "Table five... they just got a bit handsy, is all. I'm okay." "Damn right, you're okay." Hank grunted as he worked. He was getting too old for this job, but he wouldn't see any of the women here carrying barrels around like that. He was old-fashioned that way. "That man is a district judge for the Western state of Texas, and those are his three sons. Two of 'em are on their way to be just like their old man. The other, well, he's a special case. Got knocked on his head as a baby, or some such like that. You treat 'em right and you're on your way to a big tip." "I'm not sure it's just the tip they wanna give me." Sarah spoke under her breath, staring off in their direction, filled with anxiety at the prospect of having to go back over there. "What was that?" Hank put a hand behind his ear as though to listen better. "Look Sarah, I feel for you. I really do. And your Granddaddy and I, we was good friends growin' up. So you listen to me when I give you this advice. You hearin' me, missy?" "Yes Hank." Sarah sighed as her boss got to his feet and started pulling experimentally at the beer tap. "You give those boys anything they ask for, and you do it with a smile. Maybe it'll make 'em wanna come back here and keep spending money. You got it?" "I got it, Hank." Sarah agreed, at this point, by default. Perhaps Hank could tell because he dismissed her with a wave, muttering to himself about how the women in his day were a lot smarter about 'capitalising their assets'. As the afternoon turned to early evening the diners began to thin out for a smaller and more elderly crowd. The type of old men with whom it was acceptable, or even cute, to flirt with outrageously. They always came back because they loved the attention. That, after all, was what Hooters was famous for: first class, top heavy customer service. Table five, however, remained occupied by the judge and his sons, filling half the restaurant with the sounds of their crude conversation and boisterous laughter. As promised, Sarah returned to them frequently with check-ups, refills and dessert menus. None of them tried to touch her again, although her body remained on high-alert. Whilst the judge, himself, filled out his hunting jacket with a barrel-like chest and protruding beer-belly, his sons were all built with much narrower shoulders and thinner jaws. The youngest, Gerard, was a bespectacled boy with a mop of black hair that made Sarah think of a warped Harry Potter. Young though he looked, today was his birthday which made him the same age as her. The other two were harder to age, but Sarah took the eldest boy to also be the tallest. Stanley's face seemed gaunt and his eyes were wide and almost frog-like. Being so tall and thin seemed to make him prone to hunching, and he did so with an air of anxiety about him. The last boy, Mike, seemed most like his father with slightly more muscle tone and hair buzzed close to his scalp. It made Sarah wonder if he might be involved with the military, but she recalled Hank's account that the two older sons were studying law like their father. In any case, now that she was able to put some names to some faces, and the time had passed by whilst she'd been keeping busy, Sarah was just beginning to allow her anxieties to sink into the background of her mind when she was called upon to get their bill. "Now Sarah, as you know it is this young man's twenty-first birthday today." The judge clasped his son's shoulder firmly, causing the skinny, snaggle-toothed boy's entire body to shake like a limp rag doll. "What kind of offers does Hooters have for such an occasion?" "Oh, well..." Sarah should have thought about this before. "Normally we offer 10 free hot wings on your birthday when you download the Hooters app. But I guess I ought'a have told you about that earlier." "That would have been ideal, sweetheart." The judge laughed, seemingly kindly. "If y'all don't mind I can talk to my manager and see what we can do?" As usual, Hank muttered to himself as he went about attempting to use the restaurant's computer system to alter the table's bill. Fortunately, that would occupy all of his attention for the next ten minutes, because it was then that Sarah's phone began to vibrate from within her apron. Turning the corner, she raced to answer, concerned when she saw who was calling. "Granddaddy, what's wrong?" He would never call her at work unless it was an emergency. "Sarah, honey, I'm so sorry... the water heater... it's gone busted on us again." "Again?" Sarah's shoulders slumped. The last time the repairman had been out he'd told her it was the last time he was going to fix it. They needed a replacement, badly. That pile of rust in the closet was getting to be a hazard. "Okay, Granddaddy. Don't worry about it. I'll figure something out." "I'm sorry, Sarah. I was only tryin' to help. I just feel so useless all the damn time." "I know. You do help me, Granddaddy. You've kept me sane and safe for all this time. Without you, I wouldn't be the upstanding lady I am today." She tried to cheer him up. "Now get back to bed! You shouldn't be pokin' around in there, in any case." "Alright Sarah." He sighed, sadly and her heart ached. "See you later." "That was your Granddaddy?" Sarah looked up at the sound of a female voice. Candice, a thin, older woman, was one of the longest standing waitresses here, and also one of Sarah's closest friends. "How's he doin'?" "Same as always. No better, no worse." Sarah shrugged with a heavy sigh, slipping her phone back into her apron pocket with an extra weight placed firmly on her shoulders. "I heard they took the car." Candice gave her a sympathetic look as she passed more used plates than Sarah would ever be able to carry, through the kitchen serving hatch. A rule that only she would be able to get away with breaking, on account of being married to Hank. "You'll get it back." She smiled and touched her arm, reassuringly. "I don't need a car. What I need is a water heater that actually heats up water!" Sarah ran a hand through her thick hair stressfully, venting her frustrations. "And I wish I could help you sweetheart, I surely do." Candice assured her and Sarah pouted. "Oh come on, Candice. I know you've got overtime. Penny's out on maternity next week, she told me so herself!" "And we could never afford Penny in the first place." Candice held up her hands, defensively. "I'm sorry, Sarah. Like I said, I wish I could help ya. You're a good girl, and you gotta big heart. It's a cryin' shame you had to get all of them responsibilities before you finished college but that's just the way life goes sometimes. We all gotta learn." Once again, Sarah slumped as she watched the somewhat skeletal woman take off like the bar was on fire and she had the hose. No overtime meant that she was likely going to have to take a second job. And that meant no time to take care of Granddaddy or, God forbid, have a moment of leisure for herself. By the time Sarah returned to table five with young Gerard's meal taken off the bill, the judge had his wallet out on the table, fat and straining with wads of paper cash. The sight made her stomach hurt, knowing she'd never see her own like that any time soon. "This is perfect. Thank you kindly for your excellent service tonight, Sarah." The judge said as he placed down a healthy bundle of banknotes, likely containing one hell of a tip. In the end, maybe Hank was right, Sarah thought probably for the first time ever since having known him. Maybe women these days weren't being smart about what they could do with their so-called assets. "You know," The judge said, watching her closely as she must have been staring down the cash like a starved wolf. "I might recommend this place to a few buddies of mine. That could be a big help to you and your boss, right Sarah?" "It surely would, Mister. We'd be awful grateful for the custom." "Oh please, call me Sir." He said as though that were his first name. "Look, Sarah, I don't mean to be obnoxious here, but would it be fair to say that $100 would go a long way in your pocket tonight?" "Err..." Sarah felt struck dumb, unsure of what to say. The answer, of course, was yes. But this wasn't filed under her list of usual, acceptable conversations with customers. "I have these two fifty-dollar bills in my wallet here." He withdrew them without looking to check the amount. "And I just been carrying them around these past couple of days, wondering, gosh, what to get my boy here for his birthday." "I know what I want, Dad." The boy piped up from beside him, his voice affected by some possible learning disability. "I know you do, Gerard, I'm getting to it." The man dismissed his interruption. "Would you like to earn an extra hundred tonight, Sarah?" Somehow this question felt more weighted than the feeling of his hand on her "rump" in the middle of a crowded restaurant. A number of things swirled around her head; all of the sordid suggestions these people might come out with; all of the angry, feminist responses she could spit back at them. The one thing she landed on, however, was her Granddaddy. "What would I have to do?" She asked in a quiet voice that did not sound quite like her own. The man smiled widely, revealing a line of undoubtedly synthetic, pearly white teeth. "All you have to do is wait five minutes after we leave, meet us outside, then you come out into the alley and you let my boy here get a look at what Hooters is famous for. What do you say?" Sarah swallowed hard as she listened to the proposition. Again, her heart began to thump, thump, thump in her ears, and she could feel her lips tingling with adrenaline. "Do you need some time to think about it?" The judge offered in a much softer voice, as though trying to entice a baby deer to eat out of his hand. "I, er..." The 'no' was on the tip of her tongue but it did not seem to make it past her lips. "I'm just gonna go ahead and leave this fifty right here." He placed one down between the numerous table rings. "If you want the other, you come out in five. If not... well, it's been lovely to meet you, Sarah." He tipped an imaginary hat and slid out of the booth, quickly followed by the three of his sons. And just like that, the family were gone. Once the ringing of the bell above the door had ceased, Sarah lowered herself into the booth; her mind totally lost, like a stalled car, paralysed with indecision. Her eyes dropped to the neat pile of money in front of her. Their meal had come to a steep $163, even with the birthday boy's food taken off the ticket. The judge had tipped her the customary 15%, as well as the fifty-dollar bill staring up at her, asking if she dared to double her profit. She slipped a hand into her apron to retrieve her phone and scrolled through her text messages. The handyman had sent her a quote for what he'd thought they would need... She could get a fifth of the way there for doing practically nothing, she thought to herself as she locked her phone again. That was a full 12-hour shift at Hooters -- for doing practically nothing. Glancing up at the clock, she realised half her deliberation time was gone already. She had to make a decision about this. And maybe the best way to do that was to not think about it, she realised. Because if she thought about it, she almost definitely would not do it. And if she didn't do it, she'd spend the next few weeks kicking herself. Just go out there. Do it. Get the money. Come back in. Life goes on as normal. "My, oh my, aren't you a bold one." The judge seemed surprised to see her in the alleyway where he and Stanley were smoking cigarettes whilst the other two stood with their jacket collars braced against the cold wind. "I'm not supposed to be on break so I don't have much time." Sarah said in an attempt to speed things up. She wanted to do this like ripping off a band-aid. But it was soon clear that's not how things were going to happen. "Come now," the judge said. "You're earning more money out here than you are in there anyway. A smart girl like you can see that. Now come, further in, let's make sure we have enough privacy here." The five of them walked to the centre of the alleyway, where the least amount of light reached down between the tall buildings. It smelt strongly here of garbage, urine and cigarette smoke. Sarah hugged her arms against the chill. "Gerard, come and stand right here." The judge pulled the boy into position in front of him, so that he was facing where Sarah stood nervously, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Are you ready, son?" He asks and Gerard nodded, enthusiastically. "Yes dad." "OK Sarah. I want you to slowly lift up your shirt." He instructed her. Slow was all that Sarah could manage anyway, with her hands shaking badly from her unspent fight-or-flight response. Swallowing hard, she hooked her fingers beneath the fabric of the white Hooter's tank, took a deep breath, and gradually lifted, exposing her navel, flat and tanned by the local Texan sun. Her waist tapered in from the wideness of her hips, a perfect hourglass shape, seamless and delicate as though formed from sand. Then, a flash of hot pink at the base of her rib cage where the bottom of her heavy breasts rested. "Stop." The judge told her and she froze, afraid. "Are you sure you're ready for this Gerard? It's okay if you say no." "God, dad! What are you d-doing? I'm ready, d-damn it!" The boy complained, insolently. "Tell me what you're looking at right now, so that I know that you understand." He requested. Sarah waited, a statue, whilst they had this discussion. "I'm looking at a s-slut, dad. And I'd be looking at her t-titties if you didn't keep on t-talking, all the time!" "Gerard," the judge spoke in a tone you might use to chastise a dog. "Sarah is not a slut. She is doing this for money. So what does that make her?" There was a long pause whilst a slow, goofy smile spread across Gerard's face and Sarah felt her stomach drop. "A whore." He spoke confidently, and an inexplicable throb emanated from Sarah's core. "And what are whores for, Gerard?" The judge continued to push him. "They're f-for f-fucking, dad." "That's right, buddy. OK Sarah, keep going." Sarah swallowed the sudden sharpness of anger she'd felt at the way this man was teaching his impressionable sons how to treat women -- and the fact that she was reinforcing that lesson by doing what he said. As more of her bust came into view the boy began to giggle gleefully, and the older two smiled as crookedly as their father. Soon the top was up to her chin, with her generous cleavage on display for the boys. She knew from taking numerous photos of herself, the way her breasts appeared disproportionate to the rest of her body. The weight of them looked as though they ought to topple her over and, she supposed, sometimes they did. "What do we say, boys?" The judge asked them and collectively, they responded. "Good girl." The chorus somehow made her shudder, though she wasn't sure if it was from disgust or something else. Naively, she wondered if perhaps this was as far as she was required to go but she ought to have known better. "OK Sarah, now the bra. Lift it up, sweetheart. Let's see them." He encouraged her in a soft voice that sent shivers down her spine. Slowly, she moved to comply. The bra itself was an old one, with the underwire snapped in several places from the weight of her bosom. So hooking her fingers underneath was easy and, with some persuasion, the material was pulled up and away, freeing her naked breasts to the cool air of the alley. The motion of the reveal sent them wobbling up and down like jelly, slapping together and springing apart again. She could feel her nipples hardening from the temperature around them, although she wondered if they might have been hard anyway. She had to admit, despite her overarching anxiety and simmering anger, she was also getting turned on. "Boys?" "Good girl." "Fuck yeah, good girl." Mike started clapping but the judge smacked him on the back of the head. "Let's not draw too much attention. C'mon Gerard let's get a little closer. You don't mind, do you Sarah?" Sarah did not respond but she wasn't sure if he had expected her to. Gerard and his father took several steps forward. They were both a great deal taller than Sarah, and their shadows cast an even greater chill over her exposed body. "Oh yeah, look at these." The judge spoke with some admiration in his voice. "What did I tell you? Didn't I say you'd get to see titties on your birthday?" "Yes dad." Gerard laughed, happy. "And these are whoppers, aren't they boys? What do you think? C-cup? D-cup?" "Bigger than that." Mike said and Stanley agreed. "Way bigger. Hey, err Sarah..." He addressed her and his family all seemed as surprised as she was. "I got err... $20. Let me buy your bra." The judge laughed loud enough to cause more of a scene than the clapping would have done. "That's my boy! What do you say, Sarah? An easy $20?" It took her all of 2 seconds to decide. Although it was half the money she'd spent on it in the first place, the bra was old and broken anyway. $20 was bus money; a healthy meal for Granddaddy; or money towards their power bill. What did she care what he wanted to do with it? She reached behind with one hand and unhooked the thing with expert fingers. Then she removed it from beneath her shirt, and held it out to him with both melons still fully exposed. The boy's family seemed pleased for him, patting his back as though he'd achieved something great. He handed the $20 to his father, who was still holding onto the $50 he now owed her. "I got $5 for the shirt?" The other boy, Mike, offered her. Before Sarah could recoil however, his father stepped in. "$5? Are you serious, Mikey?" "What? That's all I got!" "Jesus, I'm sorry darlin'." The judge addressed her. "You try to teach 'em manners, you know? What do you think of Sarah's tits, boys?" "Rad." "Awesome." "Amazing!" Gerard seemed happiest of all. "I'm gonna make an offer now, a real offer, and you are more than welcome to turn me down, okay sweetheart?" The judge told her, taking out his wallet again and counting. "What do you say... to $500, and you give me your shirt to keep? Take your time. Think about it." Sarah did think about it as all 8 of their eye balls were more-or-less glued to her chest, watching her movements as she breathed in and out, shakily. This feeling of being exposed whilst they remained fully clothed and gawking at her; it was... electrifying. Although the thought of someone, like Hank or Candice, coming out and seeing them was enough to fill her gut with nausea. Being without a shirt presented an additional problem too. After this was over, she had the rest of her shift to complete. Hank would understand, she knew immediately. If she was stood in the middle of his office completely topless, asking for a new shirt, he would nod and find one for her, no questions asked. So really, all she had to do was walk from this alleyway, through the back door, down the short staff corridor and into Hank's office. All for $500 -- which was more than the cost of Granddaddy's new water heater. "Good girl!" They all repeated in a broken chorus as she lifted it off her head and handed it to him. Now completely naked from the waist up, the temptation to fold her arms over her chest was one she had to fight with a concentrated effort. It also meant that if somebody did come out and find them like this, there was no quick and easy solution such as pulling her shirt down to escape judgement. She would be forced to stand there and be judged. Sarah tried her best to ignore that she both loved and hated that thought, the same way she both loved and hated the way they were all staring at her. "That is a good girl," the judge seemed impressed as he threw her shirt over his shoulder like a used towel. "They always did say the customer service here was outstanding. How does it feel, sweetheart? Do you like showing us your big tits?" Feeling her face flush, she tried to look down but was met with the source of her currently inescapable embarrassment bulging out at her; two massive, floppy mammories taking up a great deal of her lower-peripheral vision. Instead she angled her gaze to the side, at the brick wall of the Hooters restaurant, thick with amateur graffiti and some questionable-looking stains. "Y-yes sir." She answered and addressed him as he had told her to before. "Full sentences please, Sarah. I wanna hear you say it." He insisted and Sarah bit her lip. She was afraid of that. "I like showing you my... big tits, sir." She managed to force the words out, all the while trying to ignore the strong pulsing sensation between her legs. Dirty talk was one of the things she'd wished she'd been able to get her boyfriends to do well in the past. None had satisfied her. Not like this. "Good girl." "You fucking slut." Mike seemed to growl with an animal-like hunger in his eyes. "Hey!" The judge smacked his head again and Mike rubbed it, staring sheepishly at the ground. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Please excuse him. Now look, I know that you know $500 is a lot of money. My Gerard, he's a sweet boy. He don't mean no harm. What do you say you let him touch? He ain't never touched no titties before, ain't that right Gerard?" "No dad." The boy agreed. "C'mon, Sarah. Have a heart. Ain't we been generous to you?" The judge appealed to her. Sarah did not take as long to deliberate as she might have wanted to think she would have. It would be easy to say she was afraid that if she didn't let them touch her, they wouldn't give up any of the money that they owed her. Or that Gerard was clearly harmless, and she didn't mind allowing him this moment to enjoy being a man under his father's supervision. The terrifying truth was, as she stood there with her top half fully exposed in front of a group of red-blooded males, and only her little panties and short-shorts on for protection, the desire to be touched was growing stronger by the minute. Maybe Gerard had been right the first time. Maybe she wasn't just a whore. Maybe she was a slut, too. She licked her lips and nodded her head, not trusting her voice to speak the words. "That's a girl." The judge continued to praise her generously, and always in that soft tone of voice that seemed to be winning her over more and more. "Put your hands behind your head, just like that." He instructed her carefully and she complied, interlocking her fingers and breathing out shakily. Her nipples had never felt so hard in her life and they seemed to ache like beacons, begging for attention as much as the rest of her. "Now I want you to look at Gerard and I want you to tell him what you want him to do. Do you understand? And you call him sir. He deserves your respect as much as any of us." The judge spoke firmly and Sarah swallowed hard, considering her words. The fact that she was turned on was likely to be obvious to the judge if not his less experienced sons. But she didn't want to give away just how damp her panties were. "Will you please touch m-my breasts, sir?" She said quietly, and could practically see the light sparkling in Gerard's eyes like a child on Christmas morning. He giggled as though nervous, himself. Nobody rushed him. Suddenly, she felt a sharp prod, as though from an index finger, deep in the meat of her right tit. Gerard's laugh grew more gleeful as he watched her heavy breast jiggle from the contact. Again and again he prodded, each time in the exact some place, making it painful. Each time she began to grimace uncomfortably, but she forced herself to resist the urge to shy away. Her gaze lifted from Gerard to his father, wondering if he might say something to help her. But neither of them were looking at her face; it was almost as though she wasn't there at all -- not as a person, but perhaps as a doll, or a pair of levitating fun bags. "Try the other one." The judge finally encouraged and Gerard plunged his finger into her left tit, making it wobble just as hard as the other. With each prod, Sarah began to whimper and shift on the spot. But she neither moved away nor dropped her hands from behind her head. This was horrible -- so why did she like it so much? "Give 'em a squeeze, Gerard." Mike suggested, salivating from the side-lines. Taking his brother's advice, Gerard grabbed onto her hard with both hands and squeezed with all his might. "Ah!" Sarah yelped and the boy let go, afraid. He looked up at his father for reassurance. "That's okay Gerard." The judge said. "You can squeeze, just not that hard. Like this." The older male did not ask permission, nor hesitate at all. His larger, more weathered palms came to graze over her hardened nipples and he began to knead her rhythmically, in a somewhat circular motion. Now that the prodding was over, this practically felt like a massage. Despite her best efforts, Sarah felt her eyes roll back with pleasure and a moan escaped from her throat. "There, you see? She likes that, don't you Sarah? Do you like your fat tits being molested?" Sarah's breathing became harder she nodded her head in agreement, yes. Then she remembered what the judge had said about full sentences. "I like... I like having my f-fat tits molested, sir." "You are very trainable, aren't you?" The judge grinned, now playing more freely with Sarah's breasts. Holding one in each hand and throwing them up in sequence, as though juggling. Clap, clap, clapping them together until the meat began to turn pink. Pinching her nipples hard but tugging on them gently, as though attempting to coax something out of them. At this point she was so deeply aroused by the judge's play time that her mind barely reacted to the realisation that she was being filmed by Stanley's camera phone. "C'mere you two." The judge beckoned the brothers closer and the camera was passed off onto Gerard. "Take one each, come on. Get your mouths on them." Sarah's brain knew no resistance and the judge seemed to see that as clear as day. Her moaning grew significantly louder at the sensation of two wet mouths suckling at her nipples as though desperately hungry for a sustenance only she could provide. One hand squeezing at the base of her breast, the other rubbing the back of her hot pants. The same on the other side. "I know it's harder for you to think right now, Sarah. But you should know I've been a single father for longer than I care to admit." The judge explained as he watched his sons molest her under his supervision. "Gerard, give me the camera. Pull down her panties and give them to me." Sarah opened her mouth to protest but the only sound she seemed to be able to make was one of deep, sexual arousal. Gerard struggled for a short time with her apron, and the button at the top of her shorts, but it wasn't long before they were down around her ankles along with her soaking wet, mismatched panties. Finally, her smooth, naked pussy was exposed to the cool evening air along with the rest of her body and it felt... so... good. Like the good girl they had frequently accused her of being, she stepped out of her clothing, allowing Gerard to take them to his father. After a short moment of deliberation, the judge glanced back at the parking lot. "You see that trash can over there, son?" He pointed to the one close to the bus stop where Sarah had gotten off just hours ago. "Take this stuff and dump it." He gave him her shirt, along with the rest of her clothing that they had collected, and Gerard was off like a shot. Meanwhile the brothers' groping of her ass had become rougher after finding it gloriously bare beneath their hands. Growing more confident by the second, they each began to spank her just as their father had done in front of everyone she worked with. With each slap, Sarah gasped, feeling the ripples travel the wide area of her impressive backside. "Stanley." The judge barked to get his attention, and the boy removed himself from her breast with a somewhat plunger-like sound effect. "Take your brother and bring the car around." "But dad-" He began to protest but something in the judge's expression kept him from carrying on. "C'mon." For a moment, she locked eyes with Mike, the more intimidating-looking son, and saw only two things reflected back at her; anger and lust. Before she could react to defend herself, the boy spat on her face and she felt the hot phlegm drip down from her cheek onto her shelf-like bosom. He turned away and disappeared from the alley with his brother. Then Sarah was finally alone, naked and vulnerable, with the man she knew only as 'the judge'. "I wanted to give you a moment to feel calm." He said to her as she stood, shivering and soaked from the waist down, her hands still firmly planted on her head with no intention or desire to remove them. "What I'm about to suggest to you is radical, but you know I am a man of great means and you, Sarah, are a Hooters Girl. If you'd like, you'd never have to be a Hooters Girl again. If you'd like, you could get in our car and come and work for me. You get in this car with me, and you do as you're told, just like I know you can. And for that, I'll give you one hell of a pay cheque. You take a moment now to think about your decision, because you only have another minute before the offer is revoked. But just remember, if you say yes you will never want for another single thing." For the first time all day, Sarah found that she could stare back into the judge's penetrating gaze with unflinching eyes. She continued to pant from arousal and it was clear from her face there was no 'decision' to be made. She had never been a particularly good waitress in the first place. "Look into the camera," he said, firmly. "Say your name, and agree that you give consent." Sarah took a moment to absorb this instruction. She swallowed hard to make sure she didn't choke. "My name is Sarah Summers. And I give my full consent." Hunted at Hooters Pt. 02 The November breeze was chilling as Sarah Summers stood naked, with her hands behind her head, outside the Hooters restaurant where she worked. Being under the silent, watchful gaze of the judge was creating pulsating shockwaves throughout her body, making it almost impossible to remain entirely still. Breathe in, breathe out, she reminded herself, her oversized chest expanding and contracting with a concentrated effort. As they waited, she held her tongue and kept her eyes averted from the large alpha male, allowing him to view her body fully, without interruption. Like a cave man might stare down a piece of meat. This was the price, she knew. She could do it all - be a good granddaughter, a breadwinner, and a college student - but this is what it would cost her. Her dignity, her modesty, and most of her self-respect. But as she felt herself handing all of that over to the judge in exchange for his pay cheque, there was some unexpected leftover currency. Having felt their hands on her, their mouths, their eyes; standing entirely nude, but for her footwear, whilst they remained clothed and dignified - the feeling was... inexplicable. As her abdominal muscles pushed and pulled the air forcibly through her lungs, inflating and deflating in the looming silence, her body shook from more than just the cold. Her inner thighs shone with a slick lubricant she tried desperately to hide by squeezing her legs together, and the moan at the back of her throat was being held back by pressing her tongue firmly to the roof of her mouth. Keep your head, she told herself. Although if someone like Candice could see her right now, she would think she had lost it already. They heard it long before the family's formidable, mud-splattered pickup came into view at the end of the alleyway. The engine sounded as though it could belong to an eighteen-wheeler, rumbling like thunder and shaking the loose rocks and litter around their feet. The volume seemed to penetrate Sarah's heart with fear as her eyes darted to the back door of the restaurant, certain that someone might come out to investigate. But nobody did. Spotting movement from the corner of her eye, her whole body clenched as the judge stepped towards her - his first sign of life after at least five minutes of wordless ogling. He did not reach out to touch her, however. Instead he walked around and came to stand close behind her. The proximity of his aura seemed to form a wall of static electricity that sizzled along her spine, causing the hair on the back of her neck to rise and her ears to twitch, signalling the presence of a nearby predator. His breath on the back of her shoulder made her shudder harder than the harsh, winter air. "Let's go, Sarah." Although everything else about the judge lit up that part of her brain that told her she was in danger, his voice was gentle with an air of unquestionable leadership. More like a parent or a teacher, than an axe murderer or a serial killer. And so, despite her anxiety, Sarah kept her hands in place behind her head like a surrendered prisoner, and began to put one foot in front of the other. Behind her, she could feel rather than hear the crunch of the judge's footsteps following closely. She wondered if his eyes were concentrated forwards, or if he was watching her 'rump' as she naturally rolled her hips, distributing the weight from one foot to the other, causing the flesh to mould together deliciously, back and forth. Reaching the edge of the alleyway, her anxiety peaked as the faces of customers came into view through the large windows at the front of the building; people she had spoken to; normal, everyday people she was supposed to be serving right now. All it would take is for them to lift their gaze slightly to one side and they would see her, fully exposed like a cheap whorehouse advertisement. Would they try to come to her aid? She worried. Would they get Hank? Or call the cops? Sarah felt desperate to speed things up - to clamber into the backseat of the four-door pickup and hide behind the tinted windows. But neither the judge nor his sons seemed to share her need for haste. Stanley left the turbulent engine running as he and Mike dropped down from the cab and walked around to join them. And finally, a red-faced Gerard caught up with them, panting from having just sprinted across the parking lot to deposit Sarah's Hooters uniform in the trash. "I got your phone out of your pocket." Gerard showed her and for a moment Sarah closed her eyes and gulped. She ought to have thought of that earlier. Maybe she really was losing her mind. "What do you say, Sarah?" The judge prompted her and she nodded in agreement - after all, she was grateful to him. "Th-thank you, sir." "That's okay, I'll look after it for you." Gerard slipped it into the front pocket of his jeans and the judge walked around to clap him on the back. Now that they were all standing so close to her in a kind of circle, like a pack of wolves preparing to take down their prey, she could appreciate just how tall they all were. And although their long shadows loomed over her ominously, she was grateful to at least feel somewhat shielded from potential on-lookers. "Mikey, hand me the rope." The judge instructed and Sarah felt herself throb inside as the boy unlatched the tailgate and took out a length of thin, green cordage from the cargo bed. They weren't just going to let her get into the car like a normal person. To them, she wasn't a person at all - she was a Hooters Girl. "Gerard, this is your bag so you'd better come learn how to secure her." The judge went on speaking as though Sarah were a doe they'd shot in the woods and they were planning on bringing home for butchering. This did little to explain why no protests manifested in her mind, let alone made it out of her mouth, as the judge pulled her arms behind her back and wrapped the cordage around her wrists, binding them together tightly. "Sarah is a good girl, we know that." The judge seemed to speak primarily to Gerard, the birthday boy. But also, perhaps, he was explaining himself to her. "But even good girls can become spooked, and try to run away, or get themselves hurt. We do this to protect her, as much as to protect ourselves." Once her hands were secured, the judge handed some rope to Gerard and the two of them kneeled down to do the same to her ankles. As their heads became level with her bare, leaking pussy her cheeks flushed with heat, knowing their primal male instincts could probably pick up on the scent of her overwhelming arousal. She looked away, trying to absorb her embarrassment, but her eyes connected with Mike - the boy who had spit on her face before leaving to get the truck. His gaze somehow felt harsher than that of the rest of his family. Like he was chomping at the bit to get a piece of her and the only thing holding him back was his father's authority. To solidify that thought in her mind he raised his fist and motioned as though he were giving a blowjob, pushing out the inside of his cheek with his tongue, telling her exactly what he wanted and knowing he was going to get it sooner rather than later. The idea that this boy had that kind of power of her made her veins surge with anger. It also made wet with shame. Even her mouth was watering as though to prepare herself for the event. "How does that feel, Sarah? Too tight?" The judge asked as they stood again. After some experimental movement during which she found she was liable to fall if she wasn't too careful, Sarah shook her head, no. She flinched hard at the contact of his fingertips gripping her chin and forcing her neck back to look up at him. "Speak." He commanded her like a trained dog. "N-no sir, it's not too tight." She obeyed, her voice barely audible over the rhythmic clanging of the engine. Still, the judge nodded, satisfied. "Good girl. Now I'm gonna put this gag in your mouth, and you ain't gonna be able to talk no more after that. Alright?" Sarah could see no way to argue, nor could she think of any good reason why she would. She swallowed hard, afraid. "Yes sir." The gag itself was an old bandanna. Thankfully it tasted more like laundry detergent than sweat or dirt as it invaded her mouth and was secured in a tight knot at the back of her head, indenting her thick, reddish hair around her neck. Now completely restrained and unable to call out for help, with her body fully exposed and, in some ways, pushing out at them as though begging for attention, Sarah felt more vulnerable than she had ever felt before in her life. Now anyone could look at her, grab her, touch her, fuck her if they had a mind to - and there wasn't anything she could do about it. Even so, she thought somewhere in the darkest corner of her mind, was she really any less powerful than she was before? After all, even before she was tied up the judge had groped her without her permission in the restaurant, with no consequences at all. Perhaps being like this, out here in the alleyway, was a visual representation of how they saw her anyway: theirs for the taking. "What do you say, Gerard? Should we get a picture of your first bag?" Asked the judge, his chest inflated as though brimming with pride. "Yeah!" Gerard grinned with wide excited eyes. "Okay boys. Let's go out the front. Get the Hooters sign in there." He said and Sarah felt immediate panic as she was scooped up and over his shoulder in a fireman's lift, flashing her bare ass to the entire world. "It's okay, it's okay... there, there, girly..." The judge spoke soothingly as Sarah's natural instinct to thrash and squeal in protest against the gag took over her brain. His large, weathered hands patted her exposed buttocks, in a way that you might try to calm a horse, causing it to ripple vigorously. The fear began to blind her and her heart raced faster than it had ever done before as she felt the world pass her by, and she was lowered to the hard tarmac of the parking lot. "That's it, sweetheart. Lie on your side, just like that. Calm yourself, now. The more of a fuss you make, the more likely it is we're all gonna get caught!" The judge reasoned with her as he arranged her body into a horizontal position. Her bandanna-gag, now wet with drool, blew in and out as she fought to control her hard, panicked breaths. The ground beneath her felt sharp with frost and jagged edges, biting into the side of her body. She struggled against her bindings but found them completely unyielding. She attempted to roll back and forth but soon felt the underside of a heavy, mud-caked hiking boot balanced on her hip, keeping her still. "Like this, dad?" Gerard appeared to be the culprit as his voice came from high above her head. "And with these." She heard Mike say, although she could not see what 'these' was referring to. "Make it quick, son." The judge said from behind her. "Best not to hang around any longer than we have to." In the distance, and through the tears she could not recall having shed, she could see Stanley fiddling with something on the ground in front of them. A camera, she assumed, propped up on a heap of clothing that may have been the boy's jacket. "On three, everybody say Hooters..." "One... two... three... HOOTERS!" Sarah wasn't sure if she blinked during or after the flash from what she could now see was a more expensive, professional-looking camera than the one on Stanley's smartphone. This was a moment they wanted to cherish, as a family. The day they 'bagged' a Hooters Girl. Whether Sarah looked like a snivelling mess on the ground beneath them was inconsequential. The point was that she was beneath them, naked and bound. Hunted. "Alright, alright, let's get movin'!" The judge rounded them up and there was movement and footfalls all around her head. "I'm gonna pick you up now, darlin'. Try not to squirm." Though she found that she was able to freeze her body from flailing in fear, Sarah still squeaked and complained in grunts and moans as she was lifted as easily as a backpack, slung once again, over the shoulder of a powerful man. This time when he dropped her it was less gentle, and the full front of her body landed in a splat on the metallic bed of the pickup. Sarah felt the air burst from her lungs in an ooph! And continued to whimper as the cold seeped through her skin, into her bones. "Don't move," the judge warned her. "Don't you move now, little girl. You remember who's in charge here. You ain't gonna forget, are ya darlin'?" He continued speaking to her in a way that both soothed and spiked her anxiety, all the while driving her crazy with lust. Gripping her shins, he forced her knees to bend back until her heels were touching her ass. Then she felt the vibrations of him untying the laces of her bright, white sneakers and removing both them along with her socks. "You won't be needin' these anymore. Daddy's gonna take care'a you. It's okay if you wanna cry. You go ahead and cry. Let it all out." And Sarah did cry. She sobbed hard as her pussy throbbed and gaped when he called himself her Daddy. She'd had boyfriends who had wanted her to call them that before, but she had never felt comfortable with it. It felt wrong, shaming the memory of her father like that. But the judge wasn't her boyfriend. And somehow it made her need to cum, badly. "Alright, you can roll over now if you want to but you're hog-tied now, Sarah. So you can't move your legs like you might want, okay? Mikey's gonna sit back here with you to make sure you're safe, and we're gonna start headin' home. There's a good girl." He stroked her tear-stained face with dry, callused fingers, moving her hair out of her eyes as she came to settle on her side. The position was far from comfortable, but it was better than having her lungs compressed by the weight of her oversized breasts. Gradually, her breathing calmed to a much slower rate and the sobbing stopped. She felt the suspension of the truck shifting up and down as the judge jumped out and Mike got in, slamming the tailgate shut like a prison cell door. Soon the boy came into view, settling himself into the corner closest to the cab, holding a mean-looking 12-gauge shotgun. Just as quickly as her panic had subsided, Sarah felt it building again as she stared at the weapon with huge, rounded eyes. "Oh, you like this, huh?" Mike smirked as the truck began to move and the vibrations of the engine intensified all around them. He must have been enjoying the terror in her eyes, because he took the butt of the gun and shoved it between his legs, stroking the barrel like it was his giant, metal cock. "When we get you home, I'm gonna fuck you with this gun." He told her without a single shred of uncertainty in his voice. "I'm gonna shove this end right into your pussy, and I'm gonna fuck you with my finger on the trigger. Understand? So you'd better be nice to me, or my finger might... just... slip." Mike seemed especially pleased with himself, smiling sadistically as the tears began free-falling across Sarah's face, following the line of gravity off the side of her nose. She was too afraid to form any cohesive thoughts, too scared to do anything except blink and breathe. Even so, she was beginning to feel lightheaded. Breathing too much, she knew vaguely at the back of her petrified mind. But it wasn't long before they felt the truck halt for more than a traffic light or a stop sign and the engine that had been rattling Sarah's universe was switched off. The relief at the thought of seeing the judge again instead of his psychotic offspring actually allowed her body to relax an iota. But that feeling did not last for long. The sounds of passing traffic were too loud and too frequent for them to have pulled into a private dwelling. Above them, all Sarah could see was blue skies and black crows flying over powerlines. But it definitely seemed as though they were still on the highway. "Don't make a sound." Mike warned her, levelling the gun across his lap in her direction. Sarah was pretty sure even her heart stopped beating in an effort to obey his demand. "Oh, howdy Judge. I'm awful sorry for pulling you over, I didn't recognise your boy back there." A new voice approached the driver's side window and Sarah knew instantly it was a cop. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. How was she going to explain this? "Mikey went and got his hair shaved off last week, didn't you Mike?" They heard his father's distant voice explain to the unseen officer. "He wants to be on the football team like his old man was. I told him those ridiculous, girly bangs would get in his eyes." "Yeah, you'd be right about that, Judge." The cop agreed with him, conversationally. "You understand, of course, why I pulled you over today?" "Yessur, I surely do. My son is not wearing a seat belt back there however, he is helpin' me to transport some precious cargo. My fault entirely." "Is that right? You boys had a successful huntin' trip?" Sarah's senses nudged her from behind, feeling a new set of eyes drinking in her vulnerable, exposed body. The Texas State Trooper removed the aviators covering half of his face and instead used the brim of his white cowboy hat to shield from the sun as he leaned over the truck bed to get a closer look. "Well, I'll be damned. I can't say I ever caught me one of those. But I think I know this girl - don't tell me... ain't she a Hooters Girl?" Sarah flushed deeply with embarrassment at the thought that this man had been a former customer of hers. But even so, she did not know whether to relax or not, listening to the judge chuckle and confirm the trooper's suspicions. Was any of this even real? She was beginning to wonder. How was it that a cop could look at her, naked and hog-tied in the back of a vehicle with four armed men, and not react? "Yessur indeed, she's got the hooters for it. Why, that's the perfect job for you, ain't it sweet pea?" His crooked smile revealed a set of tobacco-stained teeth as his hand, both younger and daintier than the judge's, reached in at her and began groping at her helpless tits. Sarah groaned both in pleasure and shock at the lawman's audacity. "Oh yeah, I've definitely seen this pair before. Gorgeous. Now let me see here..." To her horror his hand disappeared from her view and, from behind, a cold, bony digit penetrated the searing heat between her legs, splitting her lips and completing one firm stroke from clit to pussy. Sarah squealed through her bandana and the cop grinned insidiously. "Well fellers, it appears you have consent." He deduced from the moisture now glistening in a thin gel over his index finger, raised under his nose to inhale and then popped into his mouth to taste. "Make it home safe and, err... enjoy your venison." He tipped his hat and replaced his sunglasses, looking pleased as punch as he disappeared from Sarah's view. "Thank you, Officer." The judge called. "Thank you!" Gerard added, sounding audibly relieved. Sarah wasn't sure if she felt relief or not. Her mind was still reeling from the unexpected intrusion between her legs. Was this really it? Was this her life now? Not just the judge and his boys, but anyone could touch her? And could it also be that the judge, as a result of his high-powered position, was legally untouchable? And if that was really the case, just how safe would she actually be? Would she even make it back to her Granddaddy at all? Those thoughts were drowned out by the sound of the family pickup's powerful engine roaring back to life, shaking the very brain within her skull where her head was rested on the metal of the cargo bed. And as the car pulled back onto the highway, she found Mike looking down at her and smiling. With one finger, he pulled the gag away from her mouth and said, "Open wide." For the remainder of the journey, the barrel of Mike's gun was slid between her lips and down her throat over and over and over again, tears spilling down her face.

Helen's Adventures byMatthewVett© I hadn't known Matthew very well before that fateful day. We were next-door neighbors in the same apartment building, and from time to time we would walk down the stairs together, or have a little chat outside our rooms. Sometimes through the walls I heard the ecstatic moans of an overnight guest, and, lying under my covers, my hand crept under my panties and gave me the pleasure I imagined he was giving her. Eventually, I realized that he frequented the same library I did. Every weekend, as I studied for classes or wrote papers, I saw him there, reading apparently for his own pleasure. Sometimes I noticed he brought a small laptop, upon which he typed furiously, a machine gun in the background as read about the Cuban Revolution. Maybe that was why I had taken notice of him so quickly, the way he reminded me of my studies. Had Che Guevara stayed a doctor, I imagined Matthew would have resembled him. They had a similar style of beard and hair, although Matthew's was far shorter and better trimmed. They both had large brown eyes and serious faces, and the same goofily contagious smile when they allowed it. That day, Matthew was sitting alone at a long table, marking up some papers with a red pen. I sat watching him from the other side of the room from over the top of my book. His eyes were intently focused on his work, and at times, I noticed with a smile, his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth in concentration.  Suddenly, I remembered that I had a paper of my own to edit: an essay for a class. I decided to try to talk to him, using that as my excuse. I would ask to borrow his pen, sit down with him, and strike up a conversation. "Hey, Matthew, right?" I asked. He took a second to register my existence before looking up. "Oh, hey Helen! Yeah, it's Matthew. Funny meeting you here. Sit down, sit!" he offered. "What are you up to?" "Oh you know, classwork." "Yeah. I'm glad I'm done with all that, myself. What's your major?" "I'm getting my Master's in political science right now," I answered. "Nice. Is that what you're working on now?" he asked, nodding towards the stack of papers in my hand. "Yeah. That's actually why I came over here. I was wondering whether I could borrow your red pen..." He looked down at the pen in his hand. "This? Sure, I've got an extra, anyway," he remarked, handing the pen over to me. I sat down across from him and spread out my things, our papers touching at the edges, as though greeting each other as old friends. "So what are you working on?" I asked as I began editing, crossing out superfluous sentences and correcting detestable diction, and a steady flow of scarlet streamed across the page. "Oh, um..." he stammered, "just some boring stuff for work. Nothing interesting. I'm sure your paper is much more fascinating." "That depends on how much you like reading about Castro, I guess." His eyes lit up. "You know, I've always meant to learn more about him. I saw that Che movie last year, the biopic with Benicio del Toro? It was really amazing. I barely even noticed it was four hours long. It must be incredible to be a revolutionary, to be at the start of something big like that, you know? I'd love to be able to start something huge like that. I mean, I don't want to overthrow anyone, but I like the ideal of doing what's right, no matter what. I need to try to live more revolutionarily... Be honest, do what I think is best, ignore obstacles; I think it'd be a healthier way of living, mentally. I think there are too many things we only do because we're expected to. Don't you think we ought to just surrender to our true feelings more often?" "I agree totally," I confessed, holding my hand to my heart. I thought back to how many times I had just done what my parents and my teachers expected of me, rather than what I had really wanted. We began talking, ignoring our respective papers. It wasn't until hours later, after one of the librarians came walking through the building on a yelling round, that we realized the library was closing in half an hour.  I checked my cell phone to verify the time: 9:30. "Shit. Guess we lost track of time." "Time flies when you're having fun," he shrugged. "This was nice. You want to come back tomorrow? Maybe we can actually get some work done? Just show up whenever you can. I'll be here pretty early, same table." "Sure," I smiled, gathering up my papers hastily and stuffing them into my bag.  "Do you want me to walk you back to the apartment?" he asked. It was tempting, but I had gotten absolutely no work done today, and I knew if he walked me back, we'd just end up talking longer. "It's OK, I have to make a few stops on the way back anyway. But I'll see you tomorrow," I lied. "See you tomorrow." I grabbed my things and walked briskly out the door, leaving him behind to get his things together. I got home and made myself a hot capocollo, prosciutto piccolo, and provolone sandwich with spicy giardiniera and olive oil on ciabatta bread. The bread was fresh from a nearby bakery, although sadly I had to settle for Boar's Head for the meats. There was a good deli downtown, but it was too inconvenient to visit every week. I sat down with my meal and a glass of milk and took out my papers, determined to make at least some progress tonight.  I began reading. I imagined impaling Baoqing upon my rigid cock, watching her petite tits bounce jubilantly as she rode my cock to wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. Her red lips parted as she moaned my name loudly without inhibition or restraint, unable to contain her pleasure. What was this?! Where was my essay? I grabbed another page and read further. Her hand gripped the base of my shaft firmly. Her tongue teasingly licked me up the bottom and down the top of my rapidly hardening cock. Her lips engulfed the tip of my head, her tongue flicking back and forth across it as she sucked it gently. I stifled a moan. My hips bucked gently, eager to get as much of my cock into her mouth as possible. My pussy was tingling as I read. My free hand had involuntarily dropped between my thighs and was rubbing my crotch through my jeans. Where had this stuff come from? Where was my essay? I had had it when I got to the library, I was sure of that. So what had happened to it...? And then it hit me: Matthew. I looked through the pages, and saw red comments, written in a hand not my own. My eyes widened as I connected these disparate pieces of information into a cohesive hypothesis... This is what he had been working on at the library before I arrived. Those times I saw him writing on his laptop, this is what he had been writing... I hadn't had even an inkling that he wrote things like this... I should bring it back to him, I thought to myself, and I stood up to do when I stopped. Did I really have to bring it over right now? I mean, he had been editing it; he'd probably appreciate someone else's thoughts on it, right?  I sat back down and put the pages carefully back into order. But...the couch was sort of uncomfortable...maybe I should move to the bed. So I can be more comfortable while I'm reading... I scampered to my bedroom and undressed, casting aside my clothes onto the floor before getting under the covers. I placed my pillow between my thighs and began reading. The story he had written took place at a nudist camp, and as I read, I imagined myself naked, in public, in front of everyone. I clenched the pillow between my thighs, rubbing it against my wet pussy as I read, grinding against it.  I imagined myself being the center of attention while completely nude, completely exposed in front of everyone, my body on display for everyone to see. I didn't normally have much confidence in my petite breasts, but reading his story, I knew that at least he would appreciate my body, would love to see me nude. I rubbed my soft breasts, gently pinching my pebble-hard nipples, caressing my firm tits in slow, lazy circles as I read. I imagined myself trapped in front of everyone: naked, with nowhere to go or hide. I imagined everyone gawking at me, taking pictures. I imagined girls looking on with envy as their boyfriends ogled me, amazed at my boldness, while through their pockets they sought to satisfy the urges of their eager cocks. I wanted everyone to be focused on me, on my naked brown body. I needed something hard inside me... I reached underneath my pillow and pulled out my Love Diamond rabbit. I tested my pussy with my fingers: I was sopping wet. I put the story to one side and plunged the hard shaft into my soft, shaved pussy. For a few thrusts, I left it turned off, just savoring the feeling of being filled up by something long, thick, and hard, but I ached for more. I turned it on. It began buzzing against my clit, almost too strongly to bear. The shaft rotated inside me, and I clenched my legs tightly together, surrendering to pleasure. I couldn't contain my pleasure, and I moaned, loudly, a primal, wordless moan. My pleasure was building, greater and greater. I groaned as I had my first orgasm of the night, electricity passing through my whole body, going out from my pussy to my fingertips and toes, hot fire burning my body from the inside. My hips bucked, I forced the vibrator deeper and deeper into me, imagining Matthew's cock ramming into me over and over, imagining that he had caught be naked and forced himself onto me, ravishing me, having his way with me.  I wondered, not for the first time, when I would finally lose my virginity. It seemed torture to deny my body any longer, but I wanted my first time to be meaningful. Another orgasmic tsunami crashed into me. "Matthew!" I groaned. I knew how thin the walls were, but I didn't care. I wanted him to know the pleasure his stories were giving me. He surely had figured out the confusion by now as easily as I had. Sweat dewed my body. My breasts were warm. I panted deeply. I was exhausted, but I kept going. My body ached for more. I took the rabbit out of my pussy and turned it to a stronger setting, before playing it against my moist labia and my insatiable clit. "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h," I shuddered, as the vibrations sent new shockwaves through my limbs. Again and again, I orgasmed, furiously masturbating for over half an hour, until, satiated, exhausted, I collapsed and fell asleep. The next morning, I woke up supremely contented. My pussy was still sore, and my thighs sticky from last night's juices. I brushed my teeth and showered, as a plan formed in my mind. After my shower, I poached two eggs and ate them with half of a cantaloupe and a mug of hot chocolate, wrapping my hands around the ceramic, letting the warmth flow through my palms. By the time I had finished eating, I knew what I wanted to do. But before I left my apartment, I set up my camera and turned on the automatic timer. My teeth and crotch tingling, I stood opposite it, completely naked, and waited for the flash. I plugged the camera into my computer and checked out the photo: it was perfect. You could see from my plump, red lips down to the middle of my thighs, revealing my smallish breasts, my shaved pussy, my flat tummy, well, everything really. Blushing, I printed it out and slipped it into the middle of Matthew's story before stapling the pages together and putting them into my folder. I got dressed and headed out to the library. By the time I arrived, Matthew was already there, anxiously drumming his fingers on the table. An ignored book sat to his side as he kept his eyes glued to the door. When he noticed my arrival, he stood up urgently and flagged me over. I bit my lower lip and made my way over to him. I sat down and noticed a slight blush in his cheeks. "I think we got our papers switched up yesterday," he blurted out as soon as my butt hit the chair, thrusting forward my papers while avoiding my eyes. "I noticed," I said. His blush deepened a shade. "D-did you read it...?" "I did," I replied with a warm smile, as my crotch tingled, remembering last night's pleasure. "Oh..." he said hollowly, as though he were condemned. "B-but I really liked it!" He blinked a few times rapidly. "Really?" "Yeah! I read it last night and it was really good. You're a great writer. I love your descriptions," I gushed. "Oh, here!" I handed his papers back to him, my hand trembling slightly. Would he look through the pages right here and now? What would he do when he saw the photo? Would he know it was me? Would he think I was a pervert? "Here's your story." "Thanks..." He made eye contact with me again. "So you...you really liked it?" he asked hopefully. "I really did."  "So, um...I, well, I...heard you last night..." His eyes had lit up as he leaned in closer and lowered his voice. "Was that you...enjoying the story?" Now it was my turn to blush deeply. "You heard me?!" He nodded with a slight smile, both embarrassed and delighted. I clenched my thighs, trying to suppress the tingling feeling in my loins that was currently growing from the thought of him in his own bedroom, listening to be satisfying myself, as he took his huge, thick cock in his hands, stroked it, pumped it, until cum gushed out of it...Mmmm... I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Almost whispering, I moved onto my plan. "Matthew, did...did you mean what you said the other day, about how we should give into our true feelings?" I asked hesitantly, my heart pounding. "Yeah...why?" I took a deep breath. "I...I want you to write me." "Write you?" "Like how you write your characters. You give them a plot and decide what they're going to do...I want you to do that to me. I want to be your character. I want you to decide what's going to happen to me." "Sounds intriguing... Do go on." "But there are going to be some ground rules. First off: nothing illegal. I don't want to be on the news or in a prison cell. Second: no fucking unless I say so. Third: afterwards, you have to write it all down for me. And finally..."  I looked him straight in the eyes. "Since you're getting to control my body, I get to control yours, too. For as long as we do this, you can't orgasm unless I say so. No jerking off, no handjobs, no sex, unless I give permission. And if you have a wet dream, I get to set a punishment for you." He cocked an eyebrow. "If I'm interested, how will I get your permission?" "You'll wait for my texts, or in person. If you absolutely need to, you can text me and ask for it." I could already feel my panties moistening. I was relishing the thought of having total control over his cock, determining when and where he could satisfy himself. I loved the thought of knowing that every time he orgasmed, it would be because I had allowed it. I squirmed in my chair, rubbing my thighs against each other. "So do we have a deal?" He steepled his fingers and peered at me over them. "So I come up with a plot for us to follow, and you'll do it, and in exchange, I need to write the story down, and I can only cum if you let me, correct?" "Correct." "Hmmmm...and how long would we do this?" I smiled. "Until it gets boring." "Alright. I'll try it out. When should we start?" "Next Saturday. We'll meet here. That gives you six days to come up with a story and get everything ready you need. Can you do that?" "Sure. I'm sure inspiration will strike me by then. Any story requests?" "Exhibitionism," I said. "But remember: nothing illegal. But for right now, let's get back to work. I don't want any distractions next weekend." I began editing my paper, glancing upwards at him every time I heard the sound of a page turning, waiting for him to reach the page with my photo on it. I wanted to catch his reaction. And then he reached it. I grinned as I watched his face go from confusion, to shock, to realization, to lust. I slipped one stocking foot out of its shoe, and, checking that there were no nearby witnesses, lifted up my leg and began to gently stroke his thigh. I wanted to take advantage of my control over his orgasms... He looked from the picture to me, his eyes caressing my body. My chest grew hot as I watched him strip me naked in his mind. He couldn't tear his gaze away from my breasts, my t-shirt and bra invisible to his mind's eye. My toes reached his crotch, and I felt his manhood's hardness beneath his khakis.  "Is...is this you?" he asked. I nodded silently. "Do you like it?" "Yeah...a lot..." "I can tell," I teased, stroking his thick shaft with my foot. Suddenly, I pulled away. "Don't forget our deal: no orgasm without my permission," I teased. He grimaced, but I knew he wouldn't risk the opportunity to bring his stories to life by jerking off against my orders. I slipped my shoe back on and gathered my things. "I hope that's enough inspiration for now. "I'll see you here Saturday, at 11am. Okay?" "Okay," he replied, huskily. I felt a brief twinge of pity, and almost turned back to give him permission to cum once now, but I wanted all his thoughts on next weekend. Let him save all his frustration until then... Next Saturday, I was ready. My heart was fluttering as I walked to the library. I wondered what sort of idea Matthew had created.  He was at his usual table, with a small plastic bag. "Are you ready for this?" he asked me. "Absolutely. What's the plan?" "Well first we need to get you prepared. Come on, there's a bathroom in the basement no one uses. Let's go there to change." "Why can't I change by myself?" "Trust me, you'll need some help with this outfit," he explained as he led me to the elevator. As we traveled downwards to the lower levels of the library, the levels too dark and cool for students, which were only suitable for books because of dehumidifiers working twenty four/seven, my mind raced with ideas. What was he planning? The doors opened, and we walked out. He led me to the bathrooms, took a quick peek into the men's room to ensure it was empty, and then led me in, locking the door behind us. He took out three photos of models and showed them to me. "Now, which one of these three tops would you rather wear today?" he asked. I looked. The first was a red bikini. The second was a white bandeau with lavender edges. The third was a black tube top. All three of them, though, were disappointingly modest. "This is the best you came up with in a week?" I asked. "Just pick one," he sighed. "Fine. This one, the bandeau." The coloring would look best against my skin, and I tried to avoid bikini tops: they only made my modest assets more obvious. "Good choice." He put away the other two photos. "Now strip." "W-what?" "You can't be modest now, Helen. Strip down to the waist." Geez, whoever heard of a modest exhibitionist? I asked myself. I bit my lip and turned around, leaving Matthew with only a view of my back. I pulled off my t-shirt hesitantly and handed it to Matthew behind me, before unhooking my bra and doing the same. Holding my breasts in my hands, I turned back around. "H-how is this?" He rolled his eyes at my modesty and smirked. "I thought you were the one who wanted to be an exhibitionist..." "It's not something you can just leap into! I've never done this sort of thing before." He rubbed my shoulder. "Hey, don't worry, it might be a bit scary now, but you'll enjoy it, I promise." He took a small canister and a brush out of his bag, and stuffed my clothes into it. "Now put your arms out like a cross," he instructed. I did so, slowly. His eyes turned greedy as my hands began to shift position. He's enjoying this too much... I took a deep breath and thrust my arms out. His eyes widened at the sudden sight of my bare, tanned breasts. As he unscrewed the container, I noticed an unprofessional bulge growing in his pants.  "Ugh, that stuff reeks. What is it?" I asked. "It's the ammonia. Don't worry, once it's dry, it won't smell at all." He showed me the small, round container. It read "Maximum Impact: Liquid Latex Body Cosmetic."  "Body cosmetic?" "Body paint," he explained, dipping the brush into the open container. Thick, white paint dripped off the edge. He began to coat my breasts, slowly covering them with white latex. The strokes of the brush felt like the tiny, teasing caresses of a playful lover. My nipples soon hardened, and I squirmed from the brush's tickling, but he worked carefully, looking back from the photo to me. As he worked, he continued speaking. "It took me a while to come up with a good way for you to be an exhibitionist without getting into any legal trouble, but then I remembered a story my friend Celina told me about years ago. "She had a friend in Singapore who hated the heat, and so on one hot day, instead of putting on a top, she used body paint to make herself a tube top, and no one was the wiser. She got to stay cool, everyone else got to pretend that boobies don't exist for another day. "So I realized that if she could do it, you probably could, too. You have the right body type for it. Breasts that are too large would be obvious, same with breasts that sag. But yours are perfectly perky and just the right size to be indistinguishable. No one will be able to tell you're not just wearing a tight, clingy outfit." As he explained, my body warmed up as I imagined the scenario. I would be in front of everyone, wearing nothing but paint, but breasts exposed to everyone... "But what if somebody does realize?" "Turn around. I need to do your back now. Worst case, somebody thinks you're topless. What are they gonna do? They'd look like a jackass if they were wrong, and there's no way for them to be certain without groping you. That's the beauty of it: people will realize your breasts are on display, they just won't realize that you're topless, too, and even if they suspect something, they'll never be a hundred percent sure." He rinsed off the brush as I admired myself in the mirror and his plan in my head. I had to admit, the latex looked great. I looked like I was wearing an extraordinarily tight top, but didn't most girls? With the boundary between my breasts and areolae hidden with paint, it was impossible to tell that I was really topless underneath. The paint was too thin to hide my hard nipples, though, I realized, but even so, that was natural in a tight outfit?  Matthew opened a new container and started adding the lavender trim to my bandeau while I watched him work in the mirror, enjoying how good I looked. Heck, it looked better than the outfit I had been wearing earlier. Once he finished with the paint, he stepped back and admired his work. "Well, you wouldn't get into a church, but you look decent to me. What do you think?" I turned this way and that in front of the mirror, getting a 360 degree view of myself. "Oh Matthew, it's perfect!" "Glad you think so. Now just let it dry. It'll get a bit tighter as it dries." We talked a bit as we waited, and I managed to forget that I was completely topless. Matthew didn't, though, and his eyes rarely met my own. I punched him playfully. "My eyes are up here!" "Sorry," he laughed. He checked his watch. "That should be long enough." He took out a small spray bottle, shook it up, and sprayed it everywhere he had painted. "Latex Ultra Shine," he explained, dabbing away the excess with a paper towel. "It'll keep the latex from sticking to anything or coming off too early. "We don't want you to give somebody a hug and have them pull away with your top on their shirt, do we?" I shook my head, smiling. This was really happening! With my pink, knee-length skirt, I looked just like any other girl on a sunny day. But only I would have a secret... "What now?" I asked. "Now it's lunchtime, I'm hungry," he said, putting everything back into his bag. "But first, let's stash this. I'm not carrying it around downtown." "We're going downtown?" "Exhibitionists need people to exhibit to, don't they? And downtown has the most people, so..." "Okay. I'm ready for this!" "Let's go, then." We went back up the elevator to the main floor. I had goosebumps, wondering what would happen when the doors opened and people saw me for the first time. Would they call the police? Would they realize I was topless? The doors opened, and we walked out into...silence. I looked around. No one was panicking or making a commotion. As we walked towards a locker, I felt the stares of guys on me, but none of them spoke up. It was really working! No one knew my secret but Matthew and I! Even then, my outfit was still attracting attention. I looked down and realized my nipples were pebble-hard, sticking out like thumbtacks. No wonder so many guys were noticing me... We put our things away in Matthew's locker and walked to the subway station. On our way downtown, it was the same story. I collected stares of desire from the guys and of envy from their girlfriends, but nobody said anything. My pussy was soaking wet from their stares. I'm sure some of them suspected, but no one was willing to state it aloud and risk looking like a pervert. I had never attracted so many looks before. Never before had my breasts been so popular. I had assumed guys didn't like smaller breasts all my life, but now I had proof that they were just as popular as the biggest melons. Every guy we passed tried his best to get a discreet peek at my breasts, and I was content to pretend to not notice them, allowing them long, lingering stares of my exposed body.  By the time we reached Burger Bar Chicago, my panties were almost sopping wet. I left Matthew to get us a table while I went to the ladies' room. I went into a stall and dried myself up as best I could, and put a few layers of toilet paper into my panties to act as a sponge for later; I knew I'd need it. I stopped on the way out to check myself out in the mirror. My nipples had finally begun cooperating and gone done. The illusion was complete now. I got so caught up in modeling myself off that I didn't notice another woman had left her stall. "I love that top," she commented. "Where did you get it?" "Oh, uhm," I stammered. Shit! I didn't have a line prepared. "I-I forget! I think it was Forever 21, or maybe American Eagle? I can't remember..." She pouted. "That's too bad. It looks great on you." "Thanks," I said, already backing away to avoid too long a conversation. "Well, my friend's waiting for me, gotta go bye!" That was close, I thought to myself. But...she had thought it was real. Amazing! I joined Matthew at a table on outdoors beaming with pride. I told him what had happened while we waiting for the waiter to get back with our drinks. "Really? Well, I am pretty amazing. It's no wonder that she was fooled by my artwork." "Hmph! I think the model deserves more credit, personally. If I had big, awkward boobs, no one would be fooled by your art." "True, true. Let's split the credit fifty-fifty, then. Ah, here comes the waiter now." He set down our drinks: Coca-Cola for Matthew, apple juice for me. "Are you ready to order?" he asked, sneaking a glance at my breasts. I smiled and arched my back. "Yes," I said. "I'll have a half-pound burger with...lettuce, tomato, caramelized onions, and bleu cheese, please. Well-done." "And for your...boyfriend?" the waiter asked. "Just friends," Matthew replied with a grin, already having grasped the waiter's ulterior motive. "Oh really? A girl as lovely as you is single?" he asked, his eyes darting downwards, lingering on the curves of my bare breasts. "For now," I flirted. Matthew coughed to get the waiter's attention. "I'll have a half-pound burger with jalapeno peppers, provolone cheese, bacon, and lettuce, cooked medium-well, with fries on the side, thank you." He took my menu and handed both to the waiter, who clearly wished he had a reason to stay and continue to ogle me. "Well, someone has a fan," he commented snarkily. "Jealous?" "No," he spat, averting his eyes guiltily. "Anyways, how is it so far? Are you enjoying it?" I leaned in close and whispered. "It's great..." My crotch was tingling. My teeth were on edge, that little tickle I always got when hiding a secret. "I feels so...so liberating, being topless in public. I just love the feeling. Guys are staring at me, wondering, ogling my tits, and they can't help it." "Living like a revolutionary! That's the way it ought to be. To revolution!" he toasted, holding up his glass. "To revolution!" Our glasses clinked as the waiter arrived with our food. He barely even tried to make eye contact this time. He set down our meals. "I made sure the chef made yours extra-special," he boasted to me. "Hey, what about mine? What if mine tastes like shit because the chef put all his love and care into hers?" objected Matthew. I giggled. Guys were fighting over me, even...  After the waiter left, he enjoyed our meal, mostly in silence. Our seats were right by the street, though, separated only by a small fence, and everyone passing by could see me and my special outfit. Man after man slowed down his steps as they passed in order to take me in. Some tried to hide their lustful gazes beneath sunglasses, but there was no hiding the way they tilted their head towards me in an attempt to get the best possible look at my chest. The latex felt like a second skin by now, tightly hugging my curves with the eagerness of a desperate lover. No detail of my body could be hidden beneath the paint. My breasts were as open to their gaze as though I had been wearing no paint at all. Only the different color helped hide my secret. I had never imagined it was so easy to be naked in plain sight. I'd have to thank Matthew after this was all over... Our meal passed without any further events. Matthew paid for our meal without asking and led me out by the hand in a hurry to escape our lecherous waiter.  "Where are we going now?" I asked. "Let's go for a walk around downtown," he suggested, and I eagerly assented. I wanted to be seen by as many people as possible now. My nipples hardened again at the thought of being the center of attention. We walked from block to block, taking in the sights and stopping into small shops as the mood struck us. It felt like a first date. It was only when I passed by a reflective window from time to time that I remembered that I was actually topless, my breasts on display for the world to see, even if the world didn't know it. How delicious it was, to have such a secret... I strutted brazenly through the streets of downtown, sticking my chest out with pride, and was rewarded with gaze after admiring gaze. After a while, Matthew stopped one of the men staring at me and handed him a camera. "Excuse me, can you take our photo?" "Sure," replied the stranger. "Matthew, what are you doing?" I whispered angrily, as we stood next to each other.  "You told me I got to write the plot, right? Well, right now it's the part of the story where the exhibitionist girl gets her photo taken. Relax." I held by wrist behind my back, restraining myself from covering up my bare breasts as someone I didn't even know looked through the camera's viewfinder and snapped a photo of my naked chest. "Could you take a few more?" Matthew asked politely, enjoying my suffering. I squirmed, pressing my legs together, as slowly, he took photo after photo of us. I wondered whether the camera could tell I was half-naked. I had heard that they saw wavelengths humans couldn't, and could reveal things the eye couldn't see. What if it could see through the paint, and my nipples showed through the paint? Finally, it was over. Matthew's camera was returned, and, with a final glance at my breasts, our photographer walked away. "What are you going to do with those photos?" I asked. "Save them for inspiration, of course," he smirked. He lingered over them, scrolling from photo to photo, zooming in so he could get a better look at my curves. I felt so naked, watching him examine my topless body, but the feeling of exposure excited me. "Ready to head back?" he asked. "Sure," I replied. "It's been a good day." We headed back to the library, gathered our things, and went back down to the bathroom we had used earlier. "How do I get this stuff off?" I asked. "You'll have to peel it off, I'm afraid." "Damn," I grimaced, and set to work, slowly peeling off the latex and throwing the pieces into the trash can. Matthew watched as I slowly revealed the tender flesh beneath. As more and more skin was revealed, I noticed him watching me, staring at my breasts. I noticed his crotch rising. My thighs were sticky with my dried juices. My nipples were pebble-hard from Matthew's amorous gaze, and I made sure to save the paint covering my nipples for last, teasing him. He must be going crazy, I realized, having been near me all day, staring at me, knowing I was completely naked from the waist up.  I removed the last bits of paint. I was now completely exposed. With a wicked grin, I whispered to Matthew, "You have permission..." "Permission to...?" "Cum." His smile went from ear to ear. "But," I began, "only if you do it right here. In front of me. I want to see the effect I have on you." He looked taken aback for a second, but I knew he'd be unable to deny himself after today, after a week without orgasm, without release. "Fine," he surrendered. I watched, transfixed, as he undid his fly and let his khakis fall to the ground. His cock was already threatening to burst through his boxers, eager to be released. Blushing, he pulled down his boxers, too. His cock sprung up, finally freed. He took some liquid soap into his hand, and coated his cock. His huge cock loomed before me, angry and red. I stepped closer and got down on my knees to get a better look at it as he slowly stroked it with one hand, gripping the base firmly with another. His head was large and swollen, and his long, smooth shaft curved slightly down. A drop of precum glistened at the tip of his long, smooth, hot cock. His hand pumped away, rapidly. I looked up at his face, and his eyes were locked onto my breasts. I began caressing and rubbing my breasts, pushing them together. "Do you like this?" I asked. "Yeah," he replied breathlessly. "Keep going..." He was a slave to his desire. His eyes were locked onto my body. He moaned, a primal growl. I knew he wouldn't last long. I felt a sudden, wicked urge. "Cum on me," I demanded. I ached to feel his semen on my body. He looked surprised for a moment, but he quickly recovered, and smiled. I stuck out my chest towards his cock, only inches from my face. His knees buckled and he groaned my name as his cock spasmed, shooting out its first hot gush of cum onto my face. A second gush fell lower, onto my pert breasts. Again and again, hot, sticky warmth coated by chest, covering me. Ivory semen dripped down my chest onto the floor. I massaged his hot seed into my skin, savoring his warmth against me. I licked my lips, relishing the taste of him, a savory warmth. "Wow. That was amazing..." I sighed. "R-really?" he panted. "It felt amazing..." "Was it worth waiting a week for?" "Oh god, yes. That was the best orgasm of my life..." I bit my lip. "Good... So...do you want to do this again sometime?" "Of course. You have to grant me permission for often, though, Helen. That was torture." "We'll see," I winked. "It depends on how well you write all this down, but I think you deserve a bit of a reward. You have my permission to jerk off as much as you want for the rest of the weekend, but on Monday, you're back on my schedule, okay?" "Deal," he said dreamily. "So," I asked, "do you have any other good ideas?"

Hayley's Seventh Photoshoot, Part 1 by Englishanon Hayley attends two more photoshoots over a weekend The car journey seemed to take forever for Hayley, and no doubt was not much fun for Matty driving either. An accident on the motorway had caused huge jams, and even though they were fairly close to the front, it still took a long time to get through the bottleneck. They chatted about nothing specific, mindlessly filling the air with words to try and make the time pass faster, but eventually, Hayley pulled out her phone and began going through the various social media platforms she was registered on. After facebook and twitter, she checked her email and saw she had received a message on the modelling site from a photographer. Closing her emails and opening the internet, she typed in the website and logged in to her account, opening the message from ‘John 68’, and zooming in to be able to read what he had written, since despite the site being mobile-friendly, the messaging had apparently slipped through a crack and the letters were tiny. “Hello Hayley. My name is John, and I’m a photographer with thirty-plus years of experience shooting nude and adult erotica images. I came across your page and absolutely loved the images, especially the work with mirrors, and the shoots with Matty. I would love to spend a day shooting with you if possible, and I know it is really short notice, but I am free Sunday if you are interested and available. Shoots I am hoping for would be one lingerie, and then multiple sets in a mixture of nude, and erotica, hopefully four-five sets of each. (I am more focussed towards the nude and erotica to be honest). Based on your location, my home studio is about 25 minutes from you, and while I couldn’t afford to pay you for the shoot, I would be happy to give a £50 cash donation towards fuel and expenses. Please let me know if you wish to take me up on this as soon as possible. Many thanks, John” Hayley was intrigued reading the message, and tapped her screen to open his profile, instantly seeing why he had been drawn to her. The majority of his pictures were girls in various stages of undress, and it was obvious he loved using reflections. There was image after image featuring more mirrors than she could count, and as she scrolled further, she was remembering how she felt in the first and second shoot with Pete where she had fully revealed herself for the first time in the mirror. There was also a folder named ‘Erotica’ which contained pictures of male and females together, although in the description, there was a clear disclaimer that only ‘soft’ pictures were posted, and ‘harder’ content would not be posted by him, although if the participating models chose to, they were free to upload whatever images they wish. Unfortunately, none of the models were tagged, making it pretty impossible for her to see how far they went. The only issue she had was on his profile, there was a negative feedback, where a model (who’s profile was now showing as retired) had complained about how he came across and that he only seemed interested in just shooting nude. He had responded to the comment, saying that despite the negative feedback she had previously received, he decided to give her a chance, but regretted it. In addition to trying to demand a payment upfront for travelling, the agreed level was full nude, however when it came to the actual shoot, she was reluctant to even pose topless, kept her breasts covered at all times, and point blank said she wouldn’t remove her underwear. This resulted in Hayley’s fears being put to rest, and as she continued to read more comments, every one of them were defending him, and the only ‘negative’ point she could find was that he was a little bit ‘no-nonsense’, occasionally being described as ‘very direct in how he asked for a pose,’ that was all. Not concerned by this, Hayley was extremely eager to shoot with John after looking over his page, so texted Dan to ask if he would have any objections to her doing the shoot the following day. As she expected, he was more than happy for her to do it, so she messaged back to John, agreeing. Almost instantly, he replied back, giving her the address for her sat nav, and instructing her that all she needed to take was a few lingerie sets, a pair of stockings and suspenders (if she had them), and some high heels. Without Hayley realising, Matty had finally been able to get past the hold up, and had really tried to make up time whilst she was busy on her phone, arriving at the location they had been given for the day just as Hayley put her technological distraction away. They walked in to what resembled a derelict factory from the outside, similar to the place Pete likes to shoot at, but inside was a completely different story. Everything was modern, and there were multiple corridors leading off in all directions, as well as a flight of stairs, which led to the offices, where they were initially take to meet with Julian, the person she been messaging. The day went quickly, and to her surprise, only consisted of mainly solo shoots, with the exception of one with Matty, and another with a man named Tom. None of the shoots contained any sexual activity though, being more ‘tease and implied’ than ‘actually happening’. Julian explained this at the end of the day when he handed them both their slips to get paid, informing her that on any new female model’s first day shooting, they always make it to a maximum of softcore and implied level. Even though the day had been exciting in its own way, since she had needed to be fully nude in front of two different photographers and a new male model, it was a lot tamer than what she was expecting to be doing, and that she had been building herself up for all week. The shoots were all of her dressed in various BDSM outfits, and always as the submissive, however she had been anticipating ‘harder’ content, and was slightly disappointed on the journey home, although Julian had promised that this would change if she does another day of shooting with them. Feeling a little underwhelmed, she spent the majority of the ride home daydreaming about the shoot the following day, wondering if John was going to be doing more of the same, or if he had something completely different planned. By the time she arrived home, Hayley was as frustrated as she could be, having built the day up in her mind but then to spend it only doing soft pictures, she couldn’t wait to get in to the home she shared with Dan and make up for what she didn’t get all day. Following a prolonged sex session, they ordered take away, and ended up having an early night, although the sleeping part was put back in favour of Dan having Hayley as his dessert. The next morning, Hayley was up and in the shower early as normal, taking the time to repeat her ‘shoot day shaving routine’ before packing a small bag of the items John instructed, getting dressed, and kissing Dan goodbye. As normal, he had a quick message of encouragement, commenting on how gorgeous she was, and that he is looking forward to seeing John’s pictures of her. There was a long day of shooting ahead, and John had asked to start at nine o’clock, so Hayley was outside his house at roughly quarter to, and after a quick cigarette, rang the doorbell. When he opened the door, John was nothing like Hayley had imagined. She had pictured a fifty-something year old man with a bit of a beer belly and straggly hair, but instead was met by a man that looked very good for his age and clearly kept himself in shape without being a gym-whore. His hair was fairly short, dark, with plenty of grey throughout, and light stubble from a couple of days without shaving, but nothing that made him look unkept. “Hello, you must be Hayley. I’m John. Please come on in,” he said as he opened the door, guiding her towards his living room. “Come through and take a seat for a second. “Wow, I’ve got to be honest, your pictures do you little justice. I thought you looked incredible in them, but you’re even more attractive in person. I can’t wait to shoot with you,” he stated. “Anyway, before we get into what I want, is there anything specific you would like to do, or have any ideas for shoots? I’ve got loads I’d love to do, but I’m happy to waylay them if there is anything you wanted to do.” “Erm, no, nothing really. I’m still new to modelling, but I just love it, so I am all yours for the day, and am happy to do whatever you have in mind,” Hayley replied. “Superb. That’s wonderful to hear. I thought we would start off with the lingerie shoot, because I imagine it must be daunting as hell to turn up to meet a stranger, and for him to just tell you to strip off and start taking photos of you naked. After that, we’ll move on to nude, and go from there. I mostly shoot the erotic stuff upstairs, where I’ve got a spare room all set up for it, but sometimes I’ll do a set in the granny flat I had built that I use as my main studio, so if you’re ready, shall we go and get started?” he said. John led the way outside and down the path to a surprisingly large outbuilding at the bottom of the huge back garden behind his house, unlocking the door and switching the lights on before motioning for Hayley to enter. Once inside, she was gobsmacked at what she could see. It was essentially the size of another small house, well lit, with several doors leading to rooms ahead of her. Pointing at one of them, John told her that it was a changing room, and saying that when she is ready, to come through, as he walked into a different room and switched the light on. A few minutes later, she entered the room where John had gone in, wearing the lingerie and stockings/suspenders she had taken with her, which drew several compliments from John as he began taking pictures. Hayley felt incredibly sexy as she positioned herself on the various means of furniture, following each of John’s instructions as he asked for specific poses and he circled her to capture the best shot. It wasn’t long before John called a close to that shoot, leaving Hayley slightly disappointed as he switched the memory card in his camera in preparation for the next set, and leading Hayley towards one of the rooms that she saw when they first entered. As the lights illuminated the space, Hayley was amazed at how many mirrors there were. Everywhere she looked, there was a mirror. The walls, the two vanity tables, several huge, free-standing, and even a double door that had mirrors fixed over the glass panels on the inside, there were reflections everywhere. John instructed her over towards the double doors, and immediately began snapping away, giving Hayley clear and direct instructions for how he wanted her to pose as he moved around her to capture several images. “Ok, take your bra off, and chuck it over here please, I’ll put it out of the way, and then put your hands over your boobs to cover them,” he said, surprising Hayley with how quickly he had asked her to be topless. She did as requested though, and for the next couple of pictures, was using her hands to cover her boobs as John took a couple of pictures of her facing him, in between replying to a text message on his phone. “Great, now stay exactly as you are, but turn around one hundred and eighty degrees, so you’re in the exact same position, but facing the other way, with your back to me,” he said, which she again did for a few more pictures. “Perfect. Now put your hands on your hips. Yes, like that. I’ve got a great shot of you from behind here, and your boobs look great in the reflection. Can you keep that same pose, but turn around in a full circle. Imagine a clock face, and you’re facing twelve, I want you to stop at where each hour would be, so six o’clock would mean you’re facing me, but stop at each hour mark for a picture,” he instructed. Again, Hayley complied, but her heart was thumping as she gradually turned to face him, revealing herself topless, for someone she had only known for about thirty minutes, to take pictures of her. He had her stay still for a few extra pictures when she was facing him, leaving her to feel slightly exposed as she was only wearing a small thong, the stockings/suspenders, and a pair of heels, but he soon asked her to complete the revolution as he kept snapping, continuing the topless pictures for roughly ten more minutes. “These look great, Hayley, I’m so impressed. Can you now move over to by the doors, take off your thong, and kind-of lean back, holding onto the handles. Just chuck the thong over here out of the way,” he instructed, again surprising Hayley with how him asking her to take her underwear seemed to be so nonchalant. Seeing as she was standing where the doors met, it meant there were two solid, un-mirrored surfaces in front of her, Hayley was a little less intimidated by his request, and did as asked, kicking the thong across the hardwood floor in John’s direction before she took hold of the handles and posed as requested. John had her move around a little for more pictures, however at no point did he request she step away from the doors or even turn towards him, meaning all of the shots he got were of her back, and nothing was being reflected either. “You know what, I’ve just had an idea. Here, put this back on,” He said, kicking her thong back to her. “And when you’re done, I’ll unlock the doors, and I want you to open them up fully, so that your arms are spread wide open. There’s only a field out there, and some houses on the other side of it, but they’re quite far away. There is hardly ever anyone out there, maybe someone walking their dog occasionally, but that’s rare.” Hayley felt the familiar feeling of butterflies in her stomach as she processed what he was asking of her – to open doors to outside, not knowing if there is anyone on the other side or that could see her, wearing nothing more than a thong, stockings, suspenders, and shoes. Part of her wanted to refuse, since even though she had done a nude shoot with Pete outside, a long time ago it seemed, she was aware of everything around her on that occasion, and could see if anyone would possibly be able to see her. In fact, any time she had been visible by anyone, it had been on her terms, but here, it would be a leap into the unknown. The other part of her was thinking back to some of the pictures on his profile, of other girls doing similar poses, albeit at a different place, and they all looked amazing. After a couple of seconds, she decided to go for it, and once John had unlocked the doors, she put her hands on the handles, took a deep breath, and opened the doors as wide as she could. Thankfully, she found that John had been correct, and that the field was completely empty. Not another person was anywhere to be seen as he remained behind her, giving instructions for slight movements before each shot. The houses on the other side of the field were a lot closer than Hayley had thought though, and if anyone had been looking out of an upstairs window at that time, they would have seen her standing topless in the doorway. She didn’t know if anyone was though, since her face remained level or looking downward, preventing her from checking. After several minutes of pictures, John instructed her to push the doors fully open, clicking them in to place on some lever stops to hold them open, before moving towards Hayley as she stood in the doorway. “Right, can I just squeeze through so I can get a few of you from outside, exactly as you are now please, thank you,” he said as he made his way past her and on to the field for a few more pictures. “Beautiful. These look great! Now, can you first take your heels off, and do the same pose again for a few, then slowly and sexily, take the stockings off one at a time please,” he continued. Again, Hayley did as asked, posing in all manner of positions in just her thong as John took more pictures. “Wow, I’m so impressed. Ok, now, can you turn ninety degrees, so that you’re sideways on to door frame, and pull the side of your thong nearest to me down a bit, so that you’re teasing at the camera a bit.” “Great stuff. Now pull it a bit further down, and just turn towards me a little bit… A little bit more… Perfect, stay like that,” he instructed. “That’s a great shot. I love that. It enhances your boobs, and gives the camera a peak into your underwear. It’s so risqué,” he said, as he took multiple pictures from slightly different angles. “Ok, now pull that side down even more, so that your landing strip is clearly visible, but only just keep yourself covered, and turn to me a little more.” The next few shots were taken in this same position, but again from slightly different angles, and Hayley didn’t flinch or try to hide herself when she saw a fairly young guy, probably about twenty years old, at a guess, on the other side of the field walking a dog. She knew he had seen her, as his face remained in her direction as soon as he noticed, but Hayley never thought of covering up, even though he could see her topless. “These are superb, Hayley. You look incredible. Now, I want you to do exactly the same thing, but facing the other way, as I want to get the same from inside,” John told her, moving back inside, and resuming as Hayley followed his instructions. “Perfect. Now, can you turn more towards me again, and start kind-of flashing. Just pull the thong a bit further down, and start switching which side you’re pulling, to change it up a bit each time. That’s it, yes, but pull it down a bit further… A bit more, so that the hand not pulling it down is just below your hips, and the hand the hand pulling it down is half way down your thigh,” he guided. Hayley knew that this meant she would be exposing herself to his camera, but with adrenalin coursing through her veins, did as he asked, gradually revealing more to the camera until she knew it was capturing everything. “Great. Now, can you take off the thong, just chuck it over here and I’ll put it out of the way, and turn back to sideways against the door frame again,” he said, waiting for Hayley to oblige. Despite being nervous, Hayley again did as asked, kicking the thong towards John for a second time, and watching as he in turn kicked it further, putting it close to where her bra was, and leaving her nude against the door frame as he again started pictures. Hayley seemed to relax into the nude shoot quite quickly, as John focussed on getting lots of pictures of her side on, and didn’t ask her to turn towards him at all. In fact, it didn’t even register to her what she was doing when he asked her to look down, and turn completely away from him with her arms by her sides, so he could capture her full nude back. Hayley did so immediately, not realising that in doing so, she was completely exposing her front to the outside world. “That’s so sexy. I love it! Just lift your head up now, so you’re looking to the side, rather than at the floor,” John instructed, which upon doing so, Hayley immediately came to her senses, and noticed that the dog walker was back, just sitting on the field watching her, and that he could see everything. Hayley could feel her heart thumping in her chest, now fully aware that she was naked, and being watched by a total stranger from the front, and photographed from the back. Everything inside her was telling her to cover herself up or change positions, but instead, she chose to carry on, watching him watching her. They ended up shooting Hayley nude for several hours, both in and out of the mirrored room, and even on the field, although John made sure that Hayley was as hidden as possible for that, utilising trees and garages. The man walking the dog didn’t move though, having sat down and watched the shoot almost completely, and giving Hayley a huge thrill, knowing she was being watched. “Ok, shall we go and have some lunch for half an hour or so, and then afterwards we can should be able to start the first erotic set, as Wes should be here by then,” John said, leading Hayley back inside. Hayley knew that John had mentioned shooting some erotic sets like she had done for Pete, but this was the first time he had mentioned it since she had got there, but her main concern was that she had never met ‘Wes’ before, and was now expected to do an intimate shoot with him. As they went back in to the house, John made them both a sandwich and passed Hayley a can of coke from the fridge, before joining her at the breakfast bar, and talking to her about his vision for the next photoshoot. “You look a little nervous, Hayley. You don’t need to worry about working with Wes. I’ve worked with him multiple times for this type of set, and he’s always been brilliant. Not only is he a really good looking guy, but he keeps himself in shape without going over the top, he’s extremely photogenic, and takes direction really well, which translates in the pictures. I love all aspects of the boy/girl shoots, capturing a great looking pair in moments of intimacy, as well as the art that can be caught, even when the picture is one of carnal lust. Here, I’ll show you,” John explained, standing up and heading into the lounge before returning with his laptop. He opened it up and a few seconds later, turned it towards Hayley, revealing an image of an early twenties man exactly as described, kneeling behind a similar aged female model, with a good length erection sticking out in front of him, and only just entering her. Several more pictures followed, showing them in various positions, however as John had said, they seemed to capture the closeness of the pair. Seeing them, Hayley couldn’t help but find herself getting turned on, imagining it was her in the pictures, instead of the other girl as she scrolled further. Once the sandwiches were finished, Pete picked the plates up and loaded them into the dishwasher, before turning to Hayley. “I do have one kind-of strange request though, Hayley. As much as I love your landing strip, I prefer it that the girl is clean shaven to shoot erotica. I’ve left out a razor with brand new head in the bathroom, along with some shaving gel, so would you mind just nipping to take care of that, and I’ll give Wes a call to see where he is. The bathroom is at the top of the stairs, right in front of you.” John said, making the instruction sound like a request, and not giving any chance for Hayley to respond as he put his phone to his ear and headed off towards the lounge again. Hayley stood and walked to the stairs, initially a little upset at being asked to do such a thing, as the landing strip was formerly her shared secret with Dan, but as she reached the top, she reasoned that this was no longer really the case, and that it would be a surprise for when Dan discovered it that night. A few minutes later, she was finished, and after looking down at herself to check she hadn’t missed anything, pulled her thong back up, and walked back down to find John. He was standing in the lounge, chatting to a tall man with his back towards her as she entered, before John noticed her and introduced Wes. He was even better looking in person than she had thought when she saw his pictures, and whilst being a little thinner than she expected, his arms were extremely toned, planting the idea in her head that his body would be as well. A fresh face with no visible sign of stubble allowed his chocolate brown, deep-set eyes to catch and hold Hayley’s gaze as he said hello, and his short blonde hair looked like he had just come from a stylist. “Right then, no point standing on ceremony, shall we go and get started?” John said, clearly not wanting to waste any time, and leading the pair upstairs. Hayley had been so taken noticing how attractive Wes was, that didn’t see the bag he picked up off the chair as they followed John, and only noticed it as he walked into one of the bedrooms, evidently to change, as John showed her in to a different room where there was a dress hanging on the front of a wardrobe. “So, I think this should fit you, Hayley. My idea is that I want to portray you two as a young couple that have been out for the night, and you have been teasing him by wearing only this dress with no underwear. When you get back, you have a slow dance, and then it progresses from there, ok? I’ll leave you alone to get undressed and put the dress on, and when you are done, just come next door,” John said, before walking out. Hayley looked at the black dress hanging up as she started removing the little clothes that she was wearing, thinking to herself that it actually looked really nice, but she wouldn’t have chosen it herself, because of the plunging V neckline that would have revealed too much of her small boobs. Once she took it off the hanger, there was another reason, even bigger than that, which would have resulted in her putting it back. Despite being fairly long on one side, the opposite side was slit right up to well past the waist, which when she put it on and looked at herself in the full length mirror on the wardrobe, meant that if she moved or even stood in certain way, it was possible to see inside the gap. The butterflies in Hayley’s stomach now felt they were the size of bats, crashing around inside her as nerves started to take hold. ‘Can I really walk in there wearing just this? One wrong move and everything will be on show! He’ll see your now landing-strip-free pussy…’ she thought to herself. ‘Hang on, what are you thinking? You’re shooting a set where you’re going to have sex with him, he’s going to see that anyway!’ she realised, smiling at herself in the mirror. ‘And he is really good looking. Hmm… yeah, he can see whatever he wants. In fact, he can do whatever he wants… well, maybe…’ Smiling at herself once more because of the naughty thoughts running through her head, she opened the door and walked in to the bedroom next door, completely unprepared for what was awaiting her. It turned out that the bag Wes had brought contained a suit that he had changed in to, and was sitting on the bed talking to John when the door opened. Despite both of them commenting about how amazing she looked, she could not stop thinking about how gorgeous Wes was. The suit fit him absolutely perfectly, and unbeknownst to him, this a definite turn on for Hayley. Any time Dan wore a suit, she couldn’t wait to take it off and fuck him like her life depended on it, and now she was about to do an erotic shoot with another gorgeous man dressed like that. “Come on in, Hayley, and close the door. Wes, can you just loosen up your tie slightly, and then move over and start slowly dancing with Hayley, and I’ll start shooting,” John instructed. Wes did as requested, looming over her as his arm slipped around and his hand found her lower back, pulling her close against his muscular frame as Hayley felt her arousal level increasing by the second. Shortly after, they were asked to kiss, and a deep, passionate embrace followed, where their tongues were dancing together even more than their bodies. As they turned slowly, Hayley had her back towards John when he instructed them to stop turning, but for her to spin around, pressing her back against Wes’ chest, and for Wes to lower his face and begin kissing her neck, another deadly turn on for her. He did exactly as requested, drawing small gasps from her as he planted an unrelenting stream of delicate kisses down as far as her collarbone and then back up. So caught up in the moment, Hayley was oblivious to Wes’ hands as they gently slid the dress even further apart across her chest, over her nipples, and completely exposing her breasts to the camera. Using the small mounds to hold it there, he moved his hands back to her sides and began lowering them, firstly over her waist, then across her hips, and then down to her thighs. Thanks to the dress design and slit up the side, there was only material beneath one of his hands, which he gripped in his fist, and slowly lifted his hands again, returning them up her body over the same path, but lifting the dress, revealing Hayley’s newly shaved-bald slit to John’s lens as he continued taking pictures. Wes held the dress up for a while, allowing John to capture plenty of images, before dropping it and reaching behind her, immediately locating the zip at the bottom of her back, and pushing it down. Hayley was still preoccupied by the attention her neck was receiving, and moments later, was relieved of the dress thanks to Wes sliding the shoulders off, letting it fall to the floor. She reached an arm up and around his neck, enabling her to pull his head back to hers, and enter into another deep kiss as his hands began exploring her body, one finding her right breast, and the other moving between her legs. Without thinking about it, she opened them slightly, giving his long, thin fingers easy access. Wes ran his middle finger between her folds, lubricating it with the abundance of juices flowing from her, before massaging her clit with it, drawing gasps and groans as his digit pleasured her. It didn’t take long for this to become too much, and almost as if he sensed Hayley was about to collapse, moved her to the bed, spun her around, and pushed her back on to it, as his mouth disappeared between her legs. His mouth worked over her honey pot with unbound enthusiasm, alternating between licking her soaking hole and teasing at her throbbing clit. Just when she thought things couldn’t improve, he slipped two fingers inside her as he tongued at her clit, arching them inside and rubbing at her g-spot, quickly bringing on the orgasm she was so close to before. Like the majority of times she orgasmed, Hayley thrashed about as she squirted, the internal fireworks exploding as her pussy gripped his fingers as tight as it possibly could. In any normal scenario, Hayley would have tried to get the digits out of her in order to try and gain some respite, but at that moment, that was the last thing she wanted. She continued moaning loudly as Wes’ fingers continued working on her, despite the resistance her vaginal muscles were putting up thanks to the apparently never-ending climax, and moments later, moaned louder still as she felt what she could only assume to be his little finger push against her anus and slide into her backside. Hayley had never been a fan of anal sex, and would only ever allow any kind of ass-play if she was either drunk, or extremely horny. Right now, it was the latter, and she made no attempt to stop Wes as his fingers worked over both of her holes. Instead of trying to remove the invading pinkie from her bum, she almost immediately found herself enjoying the unfamiliar sensation of his unexpected intrusion. Eventually, the orgasm began to subside, but Hayley’s mind could not comprehend anything other than the constant pleasure she was being given courtesy of Wes’s mouth and fingers, meaning she didn’t notice that John was no longer behind her head, but had been moving around the room, capturing pictures from all angles during her climax. She also hadn’t noticed that Wes had now taken off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt completely, and unfastened his belt. Her mind began returning to normality as his fingers abruptly slid from her, allowing him to pull his shirt off completely from where it had bunched up on his right arm that had previously been joining their two bodies together. This was accomplished in about a second flat, and the garment was dropped to the floor as he replaced the two fingers into Hayley’s waiting pussy. She let out another groan as the digits entered and resumed their assault, resulting in another orgasm beginning to bubble within her. The fingers were almost immediately joined by his mouth returning to her clit, and as he licked and sucked at the nub, climax number two hit, causing her to start squirting, and lubricating Wes’s little finger more than enough to allow him to again push it into her ass, this time almost completely inside her. More loud groans and moans escaped Hayley’s mouth as Wes continued his seemingly relentless pursuit of her pleasure, but by using his free hand, during this he had been taking off his shoes, socks, and was now pushing his trousers and black boxer shorts down. After a bit of fumbling, he was finally out of them, leaving them in a heap behind him as he crouched naked at the end of the bed, still firmly focussed on what he was doing with Hayley rather than the pile of clothes on the floor. Finally, Wes began to slowly rise, bending over for as long as he could to keep orally pleasing Hayley, until he was ready to take things further. Removing his fingers from Hayley again, he stepped closer, positioned himself between her spread legs as she laid on the bed, and without actually touching it, lined his throbbing cock up at her entrance. Like Matty, Craig, and most English men, Wes wasn’t circumcised either, and his foreskin covered end pressed against her hole as he paused, enabling John to capture plenty of pictures of their impending coupling. Leaning forward, Wes’s lowered his face to Hayley’s and began another passionate kiss as his hips pushed forward, using Hayley’s pussy to pull his foreskin back as his end begun to slide inside her, gradually inching deeper and deeper until he finally bottomed out, pulling a loud groan from Hayley as he did so. John was over the moon with the pictures he was taking, capturing the two models become lovers, and the slow, sensual nature of how Wes was sliding in and out of Hayley made for sensational pictures in his mind, and he didn’t feel any need to give instructions or request anything, instead leaving them in their own bubble. “Your pussy feels so good. So tight and wet, I love it,” Wes said quietly to Hayley as he continued to slowly thrust in to her. “And your cock feels amazing. I love how it feels inside me, so big and thick,” Hayley replied in between heavy breaths. “In fact, it feels so good, you can do absolutely anything you want,” she continued, barely believing what was coming out of her mouth, but fully knowing the potential implications of what she was saying. “Anything?” Wes asked, wanting to confirm what she was offering. “Anything,” she reiterated. “I’m so fucking horny right now, nothing is off limits!” John had also heard what Hayley said, so slowly moved towards a chest of drawers, and opened the top one in between taking pictures. He reached in, and soon pulled out a large plastic tube containing a pink/red substance, revealing it to be lube as he softly tossed it on to the bed next to Wes. Despite what he had been offered, Wes appeared in no rush to change anything from what was happening, instead, simply acknowledging the bottle of lube, and then re-engaging the kiss as he continued the deliberate pace. Each time he fully entered Hayley, another loud gasp or grunt was muffled thanks to their mouths remaining locked together. After reaching about and picking up the lube, Wes opened the top and broke off from their kiss, raising his head to just above Hayley’s, as his piercing eyes stared directly into hers. “I think it’s time for you to have another orgasm!” he said, before sliding down the bed and letting his cock slip from her. Wasting no time, his mouth immediately moved back between her legs and began teasing at her clit again as he squirted a generous dollop of lube onto his fingers, spreading some around her pussy and asshole, and pushing them inside her again. Unlike the last time, where he had made her cum before putting his pinky in her ass, this time, he put two fingers straight into her pussy, and on the first time of pulling them back, his little finger slipped easily into her bum. Again, Hayley let out a loud gasp as the digit penetrated her rectum, and it took mere moments for her to re-adjust to the unfamiliar feeling. As Wes continued his licking and sucking of her clit whilst finger fucking her pussy and ass, John was soon photographing her writhing on the bed, squeezing her boobs and playing with her nipples as the orgasm Wes promised arrived with a loud groan. As wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, Hayley was oblivious to her vaginal muscles attempting to clamp on to Wes’s fingers as he continued, and once it became almost impossible for him to keep going, he simply pulled his fingers from her, and replaced his little finger with his middle finger in her ass, whilst increasing the intensity of his tongue-work. More loud groans and gasps escaped Hayley as his hand and tongue worked in unison, unwittingly putting her in a completely new scenario, in that in her whole life, she had never had a guy go down on her and be exclusively fingering her ass as he performed oral on her. This was taken further moments later, as he pulled it out, drizzled more lube over his fingers, and this time pushed two inside her. Despite John still moving around them and taking pictures from all angles, neither Wes nor Hayley were even thinking about him, instead focussing solely on each other. Eventually, as Hayley’s orgasm finally began to subside, Wes pulled his fingers from her ass, and after squirting another dollop of lube onto his fingers, rubbed the slick liquid onto his rock hard cock, and over Hayley’s anus. During their sex session, the pair had moved up the bed, and Wes was now kneeling between Hayley’s spread legs. His stiff, lubricant coated cock pointed almost skyward as he took a first full look over the incredible naked body she was offering to him. After taking in her gorgeous face, small boobs with long nipples, and freshly shaved pussy that he had enjoyed so much, he took hold of his dick, exposed the smooth, round end, and positioned it at her puckered hole. John was in the perfect position to capture first the image of Wes’s engorged helmet pushing against Hayley’s anus, and then several as it slipped inside her, immortalising the first time she voluntarily allowed a man she was doing a photoshoot with to take her ass on his memory card. “Oooohhhh, go slow. Hmmm, just stop a second…” Hayley panted as Wes’s end stretched her tightest of holes. “Hmmm, let me get used to it, I’m not used to having a big dick in my arse.” “I can tell, you’re so fucking tight. Fuck me this feels so good!” Wes responded as he paused momentarily, allowing Hayley to acclimatise to the feeling. John was still taking pictures from all around as Wes started to push deeper, gradually edging further, a millimetre at a time. Occasionally he would stop and pull back slightly, before pressing forward again, his rock hard length progressing more as the seconds passed, until he was roughly half way inside her. Leaning forward, Wes initiated another kiss, almost as if to use it as a distraction whilst his length entered Hayley deeper, before starting to slowly fuck her. It was obvious this wasn’t Wes’s first time taking a girl’s ass, as in addition to making sure there was plenty of lube, he took his time, allowing Hayley to adapt. Very gradually, his pace began to increase slightly, and he leaned back on his knees, giving John a perfect picture of his shaft almost straight out in front of him, with Hayley arse hole stretched to accommodate it. At one point, it momentarily occurred to Hayley that not only was she completely naked, she was on her back, her legs were spread wide open, and she was being ass-fucked by a guy she had known less than an hour. In addition to that, she was willingly being photographed. At that point, she had looked down her body at Wes, and for the first time, saw what he had been covering with his suit. She wasn’t disappointed, taking in his tanned, almost hairless body. Normally, Hayley wasn’t against a man grooming, but was turned off if they went overboard and removed all body hair completely, but in Wes’s case, the smoothness suited him, showcasing his well-defined, six pack abs. Several beads of sweat had accumulated at various points, occasionally running down and leaving a glistening trail that took Hayley’s attention to other areas of his body, such as his toned arms, or the tattoo she hadn’t previously noticed, along one side of the V his stomach muscles formed as they pointed towards his impressive appendage. The strangest part for her though, wasn’t the fact that she was being photographed naked, or even having sex, she had gotten used to that. It wasn’t even that she was letting him take her ass. She had known ever since Dan told her about how he loved the pictures of firstly Matty (briefly), and then Craig (unintentionally) in her backside, that he wished she would go ahead and let someone do it properly, that she would do eventually. It was that she was actually, really enjoying it, and was again heading towards another orgasm. Letting go of the right breast that she had ben squeezing and pinching the nipple of, Hayley slid her hand down over across her stomach, making a beeline for between her legs. It was slightly strange for her at first, not feeling the small strip of hair that normally adorned her mound, instead being met with silky smoothness, courtesy of her recent de-fuzzing. It only took a few seconds of playing with her clit before the orgasm hit, squirting juices all over Wes as he pumped in and out of her ass, which became even tighter as Hayley’s muscles spasmed around him, and he announced he was going to cum in a second. “In that case, can you cum on her face. I’d love to get a shot of that,” John instructed, moving around towards where Hayley’s head was. Moments later, Wes’s speed picked up with a sudden burst, resulting in more moans from Hayley, as he felt the cum begin to rise from his balls. At the very last second, he pulled out and grabbed his cock, gripping the end to stop himself shooting his load, and clambered up the bed until his shaft was over her head. Hayley had been so wrapped up in her orgasm, she hadn’t heard John’s instruction to Wes, leaving her unprepared for what happened next. As Wes loosened his grip, multiple jets of hot, sticky cum shot out across her face, raining down on her like a sudden April shower, with some landing her open mouth as she took deep breaths. As the jets eased, Wes pointed his pulsating member down towards her mouth, ensuring more went in, which John seemed to enjoy capturing on camera. Almost instinctively, Hayley swallowed everything, but then kept her mouth closed so as to avoid anything further entering as Wes flicked off the last dribble, which landed straight on her lips. Carefully opening her eyes, Hayley was rewarded with an extremely close up view of Wes’s gradually softening cock, complete with a bead of jizz lingering on to the end as he slowly tugged himself to a finish. “That’s perfect. Just hold that position, both of you…” John instructed, capturing multiple shots of Hayley’s cum-covered face as Wes’s flaccid length now hung above it. “Ok great. That’s that from you, thanks Wes. Do you want to just nip and sort yourself out whilst I get a few more pictures of Hayley, and by the time we’re done, I guess you will be finished and out of the way.” “Yeah sure. Cheers for today John, and you Hayley. I really enjoyed that. If you need me again, just give me a shout.” Wes said as he quickly collected his clothes and dropped them back in the bedroom before going to the bathroom to clean himself up a little. Since the feeling of unbridled horniness was now a distant memory, Hayley was keen to clean herself up as well, but stayed on the bed as John asked, in order for him to get a few last pictures. Eventually, Wes finished and was back in the bedroom getting dressed, when John offered her the shower, which she took up his offer. By the time she had finished, Wes had left, but John was keen to shoot the next set, passing Hayley a bikini, and wanting to shoot in the garden. Due to being outside again, and the openness that goes with it, Hayley was hesitant to remove the bikini top when John asked. Despite the fact there was a six foot high fence to both sides and the building at the bottom of the garden, she was facing towards the back of his house, meaning that anyone looking out of the back windows from any of the houses would have seen her. Despite not worrying if adults saw, Hayley’s concern was younger people, but after John re-assured her that pretty much all of his neighbours were young adults, she got into the shoot, taking off the top, and just as she was about to remove the bottoms, she noticed what appeared to be a good looking man in the bedroom window next door, watching, and making no attempt to hide when he was spotted. “Erm, there’s a guy in the bedroom window next door, watching,” she told John. “Oh, that’s probably Jack. He’s probably finished work and just got home. He has done several shoots for me, actually. He is in to bondage, and it looks great in pictures. I asked a couple of the girls that have modelled for me if they would be prepared to do a shoot or two like that, and they have done. They have been tied up and restrained, blindfolded, gagged, you name it. He’s got all kinds of kinky shit, but if the model is happy to go with it, I let him go for it, and just take pictures,” John explained. “Haha. I was shooting a bondage type thing yesterday, but it was a bit of a damp squib. It was mostly me in leather or PVC, and two shoots with guys, but nothing happened at all with them. I was really looking forward to it, but ended up a bit disappointed to be honest,” Hayley told him. “Really? Every girl I’ve shot with him hasn’t shut up about how much they’ve enjoyed it and will be really getting in to it in future. This one girl, I won’t say her name, volunteered to be tied up, blindfolded, gagged, and to have complete noise cancelling headphones in, removing literally all of her senses except smell! Afterwards, she couldn’t stop going on about how intense it was because of that. Every touch was amplified, blah blah blah, she loved it. I didn’t think you would be in to that kind of thing, but I’d love to do a bondage shoot with you, if you are interested,” John replied. “He could tie me up, definitely!” Hayley said, chuckling, as she began playing with the string of her bikini. “Really? If you are happy to do it, I’ll drop him a text and see if he’s free,” John answered, pulling his phone from his pocket and quickly sending a text message. “Now, just pull at the sides of your bottoms, tease him a little bit…”

Hina's ENF Stories by anonenffan Chapter 4 - Hina's Cruise A loud horn echoed across the ocean as a large luxury cruise liner slowly turned away from the mainland. It was beautiful summer day, and everyone aboard was ready for a great vacation. The ship had many attractions throughout its halls: restaurants, swimming pools, and spas, to name a few. And all around the ship was a beautiful view of the deep greenish-blue ocean. Among the many passengers was a young woman named Hina. The recent weeks had been very busy for her thanks to some luck with her lottery numbers. Between buying a mansion and a luxury car, then moving into said house, Hina felt she was due for a vacation. She was still settling into her cabin, her bags still packed. It was, of course, a first class room. There was a luxurious bed, some expensive furniture, one of the cleanest bathrooms Hina had ever seen, and a big TV. Hina found these luxuries strange: this was the place she wanted to spend the least amount of time awake in when she was on vacation! How then could she enjoy these things? Hina wanted to explore the cruise liner, and the first thing on her mind was the swimming pool. Hina opened up her luggage bag and started looking for her swimsuit. It was a bright blue two-piece bikini, the same color as her bra and panties. Hina had also packed a plain one piece swimsuit. She’d bought it on impulse, but she wasn’t quite sure why. It was very modest, compared to the bikini. Hina was tempted to do a little tanning while at the pool, and a one-piece wouldn’t allow for that so well. Hina returned her attention to the two-piece, then realized something: the bottom was a side-tie! It was really more for show rather than actual swimming. The brunette tilted her head. She was a little torn. The one piece would be a lot better for swimming, but she couldn’t tan. The bikini would be better for tanning, but she wasn’t sure if she could trust those ties if she wanted a swim. Hina took a long look at the one-piece and nodded to herself. That was the one. Within a few minutes, Hina was changed into her swimsuit and had her sandals on. She walked out of her cabin carrying a card key, a bottle of sunblock, and a beach towel. The ship was very large. Lacking a map, Hina soon became lost down its many long hallways, unable to find the elevator. She knew there were stairs as well, but she didn’t know where they were, either, and that would have meant climbing up two more floors to get to the pool besides. There had to be an elevator somewhere! Many people were wandering around, all going to one place or another. The bar was always popular, but Hina also saw others in swimsuits. She could only assume they were also interested in swimming. In her search for the elevator, Hina spotted a serviceman pushing a food cart. Hina smiled, thinking he would know the way. “Excuse me,” Hina said, approaching. “Which way is to the elevator?” “Just down that hallway and to the left,” he politely said and pointed. “It’ll be right by the vending machines.” “Thank you!” Hina said kindly and followed the directions. As he promised, it was a short walk down the carpeted hallway. To Hina’s right were the vending machines. To her left was the elevator! She smiled and pushed a button to call it. This was going to be a good day. Hina was going to have a good swim and work on her tan. There was a quiet “ding,” and the elevator door opened. Hina stepped in and pushed the button for the top floor where the pool was. She felt the elevator begin to move upward, and she waited. As the brunette stood there, she looked around the elevator and noticed the reflective walls. That was when she really took notice of her swimsuit. It was a one-piece suit. The whole point was to have something secure and modest, and yet it clung tightly to her figure. Hina ran her free hand down one side to check that the suit was secure. The girl was always a little worried that something could happen to her clothes. She’d recently had a few mishaps that caused her to be more exposed than she was comfortable with, though to be fair, those mishaps were all at least partially her fault. No, that wasn’t going to happen today. Hina smiled; this suit wasn’t so great for tanning, but it would hold together in the water for sure. Hina then glanced at her towel and decided to unfold it. She gripped a corner in each hand and held it up in front of her. Using the reflective wall as a mirror, the towel reached from her chin to the top of her thighs. It completely blocked the view of her swimsuit. And in the reflection, it looked like she wasn’t wearing a swimsuit at all…like she was naked in the elevator with only a soft towel to conceal her. Hina blushed at the thought and refolded her towel. It was only an illusion, but it was a *naughty* illusion. Hina couldn’t bring herself to really do that; not today. The door dinged, and the elevator opened. Hina smiled and made her way forward onto the deck toward the pool area. As she stepped out, Hina was greeted with a warm breeze of salty air. The sky was a brilliant bright blue, without a single cloud. Hina felt her skin warmed by the sun as she stepped out. The pool was a bit busy. Many people were around, mostly adults, which was good. Hina didn’t have anything against kids, but she wanted to relax, and kids would sometimes be at odds with peace and relaxation. Hina couldn’t help but notice the other women there. Most of them were wearing bikinis. Those that wore one-piece suits were wearing ones more revealing than hers. Hina’s suit was so modest that it seemed silly in that context. She giggled at the thought. For once, being the most covered was a little embarrassing. She was almost a little tempted to go back and change, but decided that it was too far to her room just to change swimsuits. Hina walked up to a pool lounge chair and set her things on it. The brunette took the bottle of sunblock, squirted it on her hands, and began rubbing the cool lotion up and down her legs from ankles to thighs. Hina did not consider how much leg she was showing, how exposed she actually was, even in that modest suit. Normally, Hina didn’t mind showing a little leg when going swimming, but ever since that day she moved into her new house and ended up inadvertently skinny-dipping, the thought of exposed skin always tugged at her mind a little. Her legs were perfectly smooth. With her sandals kicked off to the side, there wasn’t anything covering them but a thin layer of sunscreen. Hina moved on to applying the sunblock to her arms and elbows. Protecting her skin from the sun wasn’t a big deal. The sunscreen was just strong enough to prevent a burn yet still let her get a light tan. That shimmering pool water was calling out to her. Hina smiled, having adequately protected herself, and decided to approach the pool. The brunette dipped her toes in the water. It felt very cool and refreshing. She swirled her foot around a little longer, then decided to get in. So, Hina climbed down into the water, feeling the liquid envelop her as she slowly slipped in. The cool water washing over her scantily-clad body was invigorating. Hina took a deep breath and dove underwater. It was a pleasant chill on a warm day, and her agile form was able to glide through the water with ease. She resurfaced and let out a breath. The swim was very enjoyable, but there was a smidgen of lurking dissatisfaction: the fresh cool feeling didn’t quite reach where her swimsuit touched. The more she thought on it, the more the regret tugged at her until she began to wish she’d worn the bikini instead. Hina shook her head. What was she thinking? As she tread water, she felt a kind of tickle on her hip. Hina glanced down and noticed a water jet. Knowing her luck, if she had taken the bikini, that little jet would have somehow undone the knot, leaving her bottomless. Hina would now be looking for her swimsuit bottom in a panic. She’d made the right decision. But at least she would feel the cool water between her legs… Hina shook her head. She didn’t need to lose a bikini bottom for that. If she wanted to know what it felt like, there was an easy way to do it. It was a bit risky, but if she was careful, it wouldn’t be a big deal. After all, everything would be underwater. It wouldn’t be immediately noticeable. Still, Hina blushed as her hands reached between her legs. She began to pull and tug at the very bottom of the swimsuit. It was the area that covered the lowest parts of the abdomen. Hina glanced around to make sure nobody was looking at her, then slid a few fingers underneath and pulled. The difference was noticeable. It almost made Hina gasp as the cool water made unhindered contact with her skin. She felt cooled down, and she enjoyed the feeling. Hina pulled and tugged on the material a little more so she could feel that water on more skin. Suddenly there was a loud splash, surprising the blushing girl. Off to the side, someone had just jumped in the pool. They resurfaced and were laughing. That scare was a little too much for Hina’s taste. Her hands left that area and let her swimsuit return to its normal position. That was…exciting, to say the least, though Hina didn’t want to do such a lewd act in the pool. It was time for the other thing she wanted to do: tan. Hina swam towards a pool ladder and climbed out. Another pleasant breeze rolled by, this time over her wet skin. As nice as it felt, Hina could once again feel the difference between what was covered by the swimsuit and what wasn’t. If she could just feel it on all of her skin… Hina returned towards the lounge chair where she’d left her things. The brunette picked up her towel and began to dry herself off. As she did this, Hina really looked herself over. Her tan lines would be very noticeable if she tanned in this swimsuit. But it wasn’t a quick walk back to her room. She glanced around the pool area, thinking about what she could do. Hina couldn’t simply untie her top to tan her back. This suit would have to be more firmly pulled down. But she couldn’t do that; that would be exposing way too much skin. If she were at home with a little more privacy, she might have done it, but privacy wasn’t available on a crowded cruise ship’s top deck. Or was it? Hina glanced towards one part of the pool area that had a small hut. It was a small distance from the pool, near the stern of the ship. The door was labeled “Maintenance.” She assumed that meant supplies for the pools, things like chemicals and cleaning nets. What made this interesting was that there weren’t a lot of people near it. And there was a bit of space between the stern handrail and the hut itself. Hina glanced around, thinking that she might be able to do it. She’d only be pulling the top down…and the area seemed secluded enough. It was at least worth a look. Hina turned back, grabbed her things, and pulled the lounge chair to its new location. She made sure to have it be on the opposite side of the door. After putting the lounge chair in just the right position, Hina had a little corner all to herself. The brunette smiled, and yet couldn’t help but notice her breathing was a little bit quicker. She was about to do something bolder than she normally dared, yet it sounded fun. In the back of her mind, Hina knew that little bit of temptation usually led to trouble. But she could control herself. Aside from that one little hut, all that was in Hina’s immediate field of view was a vibrant blue ocean. She bit her lip, hooked a thumb into the strap over one of her shoulders, and pushed it over, then did the same with the other strap. Hina looked around to make sure she was alone as she pulled the top of her suit down. Her breasts slipped out, and she moved her arms to cradle them. A hint of red was beginning to show on her face. Hina gave her soft bosoms a light squeeze and looked around. She hadn’t been found. Hina let out a light exhale then picked up her sunblock and started applying it to her newly exposed skin. She didn’t want a tan that highlighted where her swimsuit *would* have been. Once Hina felt adequately protected from the sun, she lay face down on her lounge chair and tried to relax. The tingling warmth on her cheeks reminded her that this was risky… And yet, she was having a little bit of fun. Her swimsuit still covered her bottom half. It was both a thrilling reminder that she was only partially clothed now and also an annoying promise of an ugly tan line. Hina balled her hands into fists and cringed internally. She really didn’t want any tan lines…but that would mean…sunbathing fully naked! The brunette thought it over. Could she do it? Could she take the swimsuit completely off? She stood up and tightly held her breasts. Hina took quiet steps behind the hut and peeked around the corner. Nobody was looking her way. Then she moved towards the opposite side of the hut and looked around. Once again, nobody seemed interested in the little maintenance hut. Slowly, her feet carried her back towards her lounge chair. She reminded herself that this was okay. This tanning session would be brief, she told herself. With shaking hands, she gripped the side of her swimsuit. Her heart rate picked up and she began to push the suit down her body. The fresh air washed over her with every inch she exposed. Hina pulled the suit over her hips, exposing her smooth tush, her recently shaved front. Hina continued pushing the suit down her thighs, past her knees, and then down around her ankles. Finally, she stepped out of the suit. That was it. She was completely naked from head to toe. Hina grabbed onto the handrail, feeling a bit euphoric. She was fully exposed and free. It shouldn’t have felt that good to be completely naked, but it did. Once the nude brunette regained her composure, she picked up her sunblock and applied it to her newly exposed skin. Hina had never really applied sunscreen to such spots before, and it only made her blush redder. Finally, she took a breath and lay back down on her lounge chair. She’d only be naked for a short time. She didn’t want to get in trouble with anyone else on the ship. But once Hina lay face down again, she let out a sigh and began to relax. Feeling the warm sun kiss her naked skin helped her calm down. The ship gently rocked over the waves, and the soothing sound of the ocean splashing against the hull added to the pleasing atmosphere. Hina drank it in and started to enjoy her vacation. In her comfort, Hina actually smiled, stifling a tiny giggle at what she was doing; a small part of her found this fun. She rolled over and lay on her back, exposing her front side to the world around her. Hina didn’t try to cover up. She had her eyes closed and almost forgot she was on a ship. Hina was very pleased with herself, glad she decided to do this. It was risky for sure, but it was also exhilarating. A certain area felt a little warm, and it was not from sunlight alone. That thought put a bit of a deeper blush on Hina’s cheeks. No… Hina wasn’t quite *that* bold. Addressing that feeling would have to wait until she was back in her cabin. As she tried to ignore these arousing feelings, she heard approaching footsteps. ‘Someone’s coming!’ Hina thought. Her mind started to slide into panic mode. ‘I’m totally naked, and someone’s close! I’ll get kicked off the ship! Everyone will think I’m a pervert!’ At the height of her tension, she heard a door open. The footsteps still approached, but they were now a bit quieter. Whoever was near was inside the hut. Hina gulped and got off of her lounge chair. With her backside to the wall, she was nervous. She needed to know what was going on. With shaking legs she crept forward, slowing as she went, inching along the side of the maintenance hut, finally peeking around the corner. Though nobody seemed to be looking her way, something was off. Hina put a hand over her breasts. She placed her other hand to the wall and slowly rotated her body, so her front side was facing the wall of the hut. The door to the maintenance hut was open! Hina recoiled and let out a sigh. Nobody was coming to see her; she was safe. Still, she felt that many she’d had enough thrills for today. It was time to get re-dressed. She looked to where she’d set her swimsuit. It lay there in a crumpled pile with her towel, exactly where she’d left it. Hina smiled and reached down to pick up the swimsuit. She was about to hold it in front of her when suddenly…**WHAM!** “Ah!” Hina gasped in surprise at the sound of the slamming maintenance hut door. In a startled jump, she dropped her swimsuit and put her hands back to her intimates. And Hina soon realized that was a very bad move. The one-piece suit landed just under the handrail when Hina let go. And half of it was hanging over the ledge. Gravity tugged it, pulling more and more of the material over the edge. Hina was about to make a grab for the suit, but suddenly there was a breeze. And it was a fairly strong one, too! Enough to make something else noticeably begin to flutter around. “My towel!” Hina said in surprise. The towel was nearly airborne because of the breeze! She made a quick grab for the towel, leaving herself completely exposed. Hina almost had to jump, causing a slight sway of her breasts. But she was able to successfully grab the towel! “Phew…” Hina sighed, holding the towel to her body. “That would have been bad…” Then she glanced to where she last saw her swimsuit, but nothing was there. “W-what? Where is…my suit!” Hina looked over the rail and saw her swimsuit — afloat and out of reach — on the crest of a gentle wave, slowly losing its battle to remain floating. It would soon be claimed by the ocean. Hina’s eyes were wide as she watched her suit float away. It was out of her reach now. She was now naked on the cruise ship. Her swimsuit was gone, and her room was a long winding hike back through the busy hallways. “Oh no… Oh no, what do I do…?” Hina asked of no one in particular. She took a deep breath, and then exhaled, making her chest rise and fall. Hina still had her towel. Without wasting any time, she picked up the fabric and wrapped it around her body as tightly as she could. It had to stay in place. The plan was simple: get back to her room. She had a long walk ahead of her, she only had a towel to cover herself with, and she knew that even with that concealment, passers-by would wonder whether she had anything on beneath the towel, there being no straps over her shoulders. Hina had no such uncertainty: in her own mind, she was unquestionably naked beneath the towel. She took a deep breath and started to slowly walk out from behind the hut. The open pool area in front of her had many people laughing and splashing water at each other. Hina pushed herself onward. She could feel the fabric of her towel brushing her skin with every step. The brunette was completely naked underneath the towel. Her steps were quick, wanting to spend as little time outside as possible. She kept her fingers gripping her only cover tightly and started walking past the pool. ‘If anyone swims by and looks up…they’ll know. They’ll know I’m naked,’ Hina thought. Her worries were interrupted by a loud splash. Before Hina could even turn and look, a large splash of pool water rained down on her and her towel. At first it seemed like no big deal, but Hina’s soaked towel now clung tightly to her figure. “Ah!” Hina gasped, and she started to move quicker. Her towel now felt a little heavier, and it required more attention to keep it in place. Red faced, the brunette pushed onward, getting through doors that led inside. Hina entered the interior of the ship. The towel-clad girl only needed to get to the elevator and make it to her room. She recollected herself and pushed on. It made her nervous to walk down these halls, with all of the other people around. Hina could feel the smooth carpet on her toes, reminding her that she’d left her sandals behind. Technically, this counted as more clothing that she’d left behind along with her swimsuit, but it wasn’t like they covered much. Running barefoot might actually be a bit safer than the sandals. Either way, Hina didn’t feel they were worth retrieving right now. There was an increasing sense of worry in Hina’s mind. The towel was all she had, and she would pass by other people on the ship, sometimes with only inches of space. Nearly everyone on the pool deck was dressed to swim. Hina was an exception. Hina finally made it to the elevator and pushed the button to call it. ‘I can do this,’ Hina thought. ‘I’ve been through worse. I can do this.’ She had her towel, she reminded herself: she’d be okay. The elevator door finally opened, and Hina quickly moved inside, gratified to see that her good luck continued: she had the elevator to herself. Hina pushed the button for her floor, and the door shut. Through the short ride, she looked fixedly at the reflective walls. As before, she could see herself, but now her shoulders were bare, and she knew the reason for it. It reminded her of her trip up to the pool deck in this same elevator, posing with the towel, using the reflective walls as a mirror. As before, the towel covered far more than even her lost swimsuit, yet now she not only looked naked under the towel, she *knew* that she was naked under it. The door dinged sooner than Hina expected; she quickly realized she wasn’t yet to her floor. She tensed and held her towel more tightly. A man and a woman entered the elevator. Hina wanted to scream, thinking this was a trap. She couldn’t wait for them to go. She couldn’t wait for her floor. Hina needed to get out, and she needed to get out now! She started to move forward quickly through the elevator doors and stepped out into the hallway, leaving the confused couple behind her. There was a ding and the door shut. Hina was out of the elevator and on a floor above her own. That was too close, much too close for Hina’s liking. If anything had gone wrong, she could have lost her towel! Hina grabbed the hemline of the towel and tugged downward to ensure it blocked the view between her legs. That was when Hina noticed a warmth. It was a warmth that made her cheeks turn a little bit more red. That feeling showed up before, and she knew what it meant. It showed up when she thought she was enjoying this. ‘No way… No way, not now!’ Hina thought to herself. The high-risk scenario was making Hina feel a bit hot and bothered. That same feeling earlier made her think it was going to be okay if she tanned naked. And that same thought process left her with nothing but a towel. The brunette looked around nervously; there were still people around in the elevator lobby. They were all staring at the brunette, raising eyebrows and leaning in. Hina knew she couldn’t just stand there feeling herself through her towel: that would guarantee that she got into trouble. Hina didn’t want to appear weird to them, but she already looked odd, since she (supposedly) looked dressed to swim. Getting out of an elevator just to wait and get back in would look weirder. Hina’s heart rate was picking up, and she couldn’t stand being near the group anymore. With adrenaline driving her, she started off at a fast paced walk, almost running. Hina pushed through the people, not caring if she was on the wrong floor. She’d move forward, then come back when the coast was clear. She pressed on, walking past people, feeling very worried about the possibility of her towel dropping. Hina was just going to take a walk around the floor, then go back to the elevator when there were fewer people. As Hina continued, keeping her hold on her towel tight, she spotted something ahead of her. The sign on the door read “Spa, Sauna and Massage!” ‘I could hide out in the sauna…’ she thought. Her goal was clearly to get back to her room as quickly as possible, but also to keep her exposure to a minimum. Going into a spa in little but a towel could look normal. On top of that, the spa could potentially have an extra towel she could use to cover up with. Maybe even a robe! The potential for a little extra coverage sealed the deal. Hina took a deep breath and pushed through the door to go into the spa. At the front desk, there was a girl typing away at a computer, and she noticed Hina walk in. Immediately, she put on a big smile. “Hello and welcome to our five star spa! How can I help you today?” Yes, I’ve misplaced my swimsuit. Do you have anything I can wear back to my room? That’s what Hina wanted to say. That’s what she *should* have said. But those weren’t the words that came out of her mouth. Instead, she replied, “Yes I’ve um, I’ve come to enjoy your sauna!” “Excellent choice! Right this way,” she said politely, standing up to lead Hina down a short hallway. “You seem eager: most of the passengers need to change out of their clothes when they come here, but you already look ready.” Hina blushed. “Y-yes, well I was just so excited to try the sauna, I couldn’t wait.” That was embarrassing. In Hina’s attempt at looking normal, she ended up looking out of place. Now she was the ‘eager girl.’ The kind so excited for a sauna that they showed up in just a swimsuit and a towel. Only Hina had less than that. “At the moment, you can have this one to yourself, although other guests could show up,” the girl said. “That’s fine,” Hina replied. “I don’t think I’ll be too long.” “Okay then, the knobs by the door control the steam and the heat. Enjoy!” the girl said, opening the door for Hina. Hina was greeted by an immediate wall of humidity. The room was very warm as she stepped in. Her bare feet detected a bit of moisture on the floor. With the door shut behind her, Hina let out a sigh. For the moment, she had privacy. A little relaxation didn’t hurt her plan; she just needed to wait before trying her luck with the elevator again. And so Hina took a seat on a bench. The warm air hugged her, though she wouldn’t have minded it being a little warmer. She glanced towards the knobs the girl mentioned and decided to turn up the steam. The effect was quick. More steamy air poured out of the vents and heated the room. Hina could feel her skin moisten, and it was even slowly making her towel damp. Still, she sighed. It was a calming atmosphere. Hina took her seat and enjoyed the warmth. She was starting to think that this wasn’t so bad. Maybe she’d look into a massage next. Hina looked around the room and noticed that there was a little less visibility due to the steam. That was to be expected of any good sauna; she looked at the knob and noticed it was only a quarter of the way up. The brunette was left wondering how much more steam this sauna could produce. Hina glanced around and shrugged, reached up, and turned the knob. About halfway, more steam started pouring out of the vents. So much that it was really getting difficult to see. Enough to make one walk more slowly and feel around. However, Hina could still see the opposite wall. Curious now about the upper limit, Hina turned the knob to its highest setting. There was a noticeable hum, and all the vents poured steam very heavily. Hina stood up, stepped away from the knob, and walked towards one of the vents. She waved her hand in front of it, and the steam was so thick that it almost felt like hot running water. Little beads of water appeared on her hand, which she then wiped against the towel. Hina could no longer make out the details of the door. The steam was just too thick. Now she definitely had to walk more slowly in the sauna so she wouldn’t trip. As she did this, she walked past a vent, and suddenly her towel felt a lot heavier. It sagged slightly, exposing a little of her back. This made Hina blush. Her towel was becoming saturated and heavy due to the steam. It was a new problem that made remaining covered while getting back to her room a lot more difficult. Still, it wasn’t super soaked. It wasn’t like Hina dropped it in the pool; it was still wearable. Hina just needed to keep it away from the vents. She retook her seat and tried to relax. Hina was coming to a slow realization as she did this. In the thick cloud of humidity, it was difficult for her to see, and therefore, difficult for others to see her. She could set her towel aside and be relatively safe, to really enjoy the steam on her skin. She pressed her legs together. ‘No, no, no!’ Hina thought. ‘Bad idea!’ Being completely nude in the sauna? Was she crazy? A similar line of thought cost her a swimsuit. What if someone walked in? Would they be able to tell she was naked? Hina bit her lip. The thought sounded fun, although it made her cheeks a bit redder. Maybe…just maybe it was okay to do. It wasn’t like the towel could slide over the edge into the ocean. That couldn’t happen in the sauna. ‘Just for a little bit…’ Hina thought. She took a deep breath and unwrapped her towel from herself. The fabric tickled her body as it slid down. Now she sat atop her towel, the only fabric touching her, just a patch between the bench and her bare bottom. The brunette couldn’t believe she was bold enough to do this. On impulse, her hands went to her chest and pelvic area. It felt very warm between her legs, and Hina couldn’t tell if it was sweat, water, or something else. She held herself like this for a few minutes, thinking the door was going to burst open. They were going to grab her and march her around the ship naked. Hina would be exposed for wanting a mildly perverted thrill. But that didn’t happen. Instead, Hina was left in peace, alone with her nudity, humidity, and naughty thoughts. She gave herself a light squeeze between her legs and blushed a little. She was emboldened by this security, though she knew it was unwise to start pleasing herself right there in the sauna. Instead, she decided to press her courage a different way. Hina didn’t like her naughty state of mind; she knew it would dig her deeper…and yet she pressed herself a little further. The naked brunette picked up her towel and got up, moving to the back of the sauna. It was as far from the door as she could go. Hina sat in the corner and bunched up her towel, almost fumbling it a couple of times. She was nervous about doing this, and yet she kept her little self-imposed challenge going. Hina tossed her towel to the opposite corner of the sauna, seeing it disappear in the steam. She couldn’t see it anymore. It was like she didn’t have it. Like it was completely gone. “Ooooh,” Hina shuddered, hugging her chest and pressing her legs together tight. She’d limited access to her cover. She was going to see how long she could sit and not go get her towel. The isolation had an effect on her. There was a prominent tingle between her thighs, begging for a hand to wander down there. The naked beauty resisted her urges as much as she could. If she was caught, she didn’t want to be caught doing…*that*. Still, her mind hung on her voluntary loss of her towel. She chose to do that. Hina chose to be naked in the sauna. Her time was meant to be brief, and instead she was taking her time to soak in warmth and enjoy her nudity. Hina gently began to rub her exposed breasts. If someone walked in, how obvious would it be that she was naked? Her towel was in the opposite corner. She would have no choice but to move closer to the door to get it. Closer to being seen. She shook her head. This wasn’t meant to be some exhibitionistic adventure. Why was she even doing this? Why did she throw her towel away!? She needed it back! But just as Hina was about to get up, disaster struck: the sauna door creaked open. Hina’s eyes widened, and she recoiled as far back as she could. Now she was in trouble. She was going to be found out! “…And the knobs are right by the door here. Oooh! Looks a bit steamy!” the spa manager from earlier was saying. “There was another guest in here earlier. Hello? Are you still in here?” Hina could see the light from the door opening. She could see other figures, but she couldn’t make out details. They were looking in her direction…but didn’t seem to see her. Was the steam thick enough? Hina was too scared to say anything. “Huh, I guess she left. Well, enjoy the sauna!” the manager said. “Thank you!” said a female voice. Hina could see two step in, and one paused. Was she looking at Hina? The very thought made Hina grip her intimates a little bit tighter. However, it seemed they actually weren’t looking at her. Instead, one was looking in the opposite corner. Where her towel landed. ‘No, no, no!’ Hina thought. ‘Leave it alone. I need that!’ “Excuse me Miss,” said one of the girls. “It looks like someone forgot a towel in here.” “Oh? Thank you, hand it to me, and I’ll take care of it,” offered the desk attendant pleasantly. ‘Oh god, my towel! My towel is gone!’ Hina thought with increasing worry and fear. The sauna door shut, and now she was trapped. Naked in the sauna with two other girls! She needed to sneak past them, but how? “It’s so steamy here. It’s kind of hard to see,” said one voice. “I know, right? Does it give you any ideas…?” said the other in a sly voice. “Aria!” said the first voice. “Oh, come on, June. Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it!” replied the second voice, the one apparently called Aria. Hina slid down from her seat silently. Her heart was racing. The steam was thick enough to conceal her, but she couldn’t risk hiding much longer. Her stupid little perverted thoughts left her trapped. She got on her hands and knees, crawling slowly toward the door. There was no doubt she’d draw attention from them when she opened the door, but if she moved quickly, it wouldn’t matter. “T-thought about what?” June replied. “Oh, just how well-hidden everything might be.” Aria said. “You could do aaaaanything you want.” “I… I can see that, I just…” June seemed conflicted. “Just do it! Come on, you know it’ll be fun!” Aria pushed. What were they talking about? The same stupid risk that Hina put herself through? Hina wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but she wasn’t about to wait. She couldn’t wait, she couldn’t let herself be discovered! Hina crawled forward, and the door was right in front of her. She mentally prepared herself to bust through the door and run. The naked girl gulped, took a deep breath, and sprung forward! The door opened for Hina as her naked form pushed right through! She moved quickly out of the steamy atmosphere, and ran out of sight. “W-what was that?” June said in shock. “Someone about as bold as you are,” Aria said in mild surprise. “I bet she’s having fun; you could be doing the same thing!” Out in the general area of the spa, Hina covered herself as best she could and panted. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she frantically looked around for something, anything she could use for cover. Another towel, a dropped swimsuit…something had to be here! But there was no time to look for anything: the spa manager was coming down the hallway! This left Hina with only one option. She was going to have to leave the spa completely naked. There wasn’t any time to think about whether the idea was good or bad, she just had to get out of sight! The cooler air whipped over her moistened body. If she wasn’t running, she would have shivered. Hina fell deeper and deeper into tunnel vision as she ran. She pushed through the door to the spa, and exited into the open public hallway. Hina’s hands returned to their initial duty of guarding her intimates. Not that it would do much good. It was entirely obvious that she was completely naked. Her heart raced as she looked around the hallway. Although Hina couldn’t immediately see anyone nearby, she could hear voices. The hallway was a poor hiding spot. Hina’s legs felt like jelly as she tried to take a step forward. She had to move. Staying there by the door would lead to her being found. Her goal was the stairs. The elevator was out of the question: as exposed as she was now, she could no longer risk entering an elevator even in an abandoned lobby: she didn’t know what she would encounter when the elevator stopped! That was the upside of the stairs: no surprises. Only…which way were they? Hina really hadn’t explored the ship. If she wasn’t careful, she could get lost. Still, Hina couldn’t afford to slow down. She picked a hallway that was giving the fewest sounds and… “Eep!” Hina gasped and doubled right back. A man was approaching, pushing a food cart. Red faced and covering herself, Hina turned back toward the elevators were. Unfortunately, there were more voices in that direction, which of course, meant more people. Hina poked her head around the corner at the end of the hallway. The squeaky wheels of the cart warned her of impending discovery. There was a small lobby where two people were waiting for an elevator. Just two. Could Hina sneak past them? Her eyes found their way to the vending machines. Next to them was a chair and a potted plant. It was small…but Hina could hide there! The naked brunette looked behind her and saw the food cart turning the corner. She wasn’t going to get a better opportunity. Hina took a deep breath, clung her arm tightly to her chest and started a quick dash to that chair. Hina frantically pulled the chair out, fully lifting it off the ground to avoid making a sound, getting quickly behind it, setting it down as quietly as she could on the tiled floor. Between the chair back, the slab-sided vending machine, and the potted plant, Hina hoped she could go undiscovered. Her heart was racing as she sat gingerly upon the relocated chair. She’d moved into position as quietly as she could, but now she had to control her heavy breathing as she hugged her long smooth legs to her bare chest, hoping further that no one would notice that the chair had moved. “Did you hear something?” said one of those waiting for the elevator. “I thought I heard someone run by…” replied the other. ‘Oh God, they heard me!’ thought Hina. She was going to be discovered. It was over. Ding! “Hm? Well, whatever,” said the first person. Hina peeked from behind the chair while staying low and saw the two get inside the elevator. The door shut. The naked girl sighed with relief. For the moment she was safe. Hina looked over her obvious nakedness. She thought about how this was her own fault, how she only wanted to indulge her desires, just a little bit. Instead, she got a lot more than she bargained for. A squeaking sound of a food cart approached, making Hina tense up again. Someone was close by, likely that food service guy. Hina held her breath and tried to hold herself as tightly as possible, almost rolling herself up into a little ball. Eventually, the squeaking wheels retreated down the hall, getting quieter. Hina was alone in her little alcove. She let out a silent exhale, and sat to rest her mind for a moment. The elevator was right there by her. It was starting to sound like the more logical option, given that it was closer and Hina didn’t really know which way the stairs were. Still, there was the issue of the door opening onto a mystery. Hina thought it over, deciding to wait. If the elevator seemed inactive enough, she’d use it. As she sat there, she felt her own skin. The adrenaline rush made her feel a bit sensitive…down below. She was very warm now between her legs. The kind of warmth that suggested she was enjoying this. The brunette shook her head. ‘No, no, no,’ she thought. ‘I can’t think about that. Not here, not now.’ After waiting for what felt like a long time, Hina looked at the elevator. The light display above it hadn’t changed. It hadn’t dinged in a while, meaning it hadn’t seen much use over the last few minutes. Every moment that passed made Hina think that she was wasting time that she could successfully use to get to her floor. The longer she waited, the more she put herself at risk. Hina then decided she shouldn’t wait longer than she needed to. It was time to go. On shaking legs, she rose up and climbed over the chair. The smooth fabric of the chair brushed against her skin. She hugged her chest, looked around, and pushed a button to call the elevator. The little light display illuminated. There was a little hum, and the elevator began approaching. It dinged, and the door opened. Hina braced herself and prepared to scream, but she heard nothing else. Nobody was in the elevator. Of course not: she was the one who called it! So, Hina ran in and pressed the button to her floor. The door shut, and the elevator began to move. For the third time today, Hina rode the elevator. First she created the illusion of nudity. Then she was hiding actual nudity. Now, those reflective walls showed she could do very little to conceal her naked form. Every curve was free of her clingy swimsuit. Every inch was exposed without the towel to hide it. Her nakedness was in plain sight now. Her plan was set. Once that door was open, it was going to be a quick sneak back to her room. If anyone saw her, it would turn to a mad dash. The naked brunette watched the light display showing her approaching her floor. It felt like an eternity, but it wasn’t even a whole minute. Hina took a deep breath, feeling her pulse pick up. The elevator stopped moving, it dinged, and the door opened. With nobody immediately near the door, Hina poked her head out to see the unoccupied alcove. Luck was on her side. The exposed girl slowly stepped out, thankful for the silent hallway. She started to walk quickly, retracing her steps back to her room. The nightmare was almost over. Hina could finally get re-dressed and lay in bed. She had enough excitement for one day, after all. The halls were clear, and nothing was slowing her down. The door to Hina’s room was in sight. Safety at last! Hina’s quick walk turned into a run, causing her breasts to bounce as she passed each door, each of which had a chance of opening, of having someone walk out and see Hina completely nude. But her goal was ahead of her! Finally, the naked brunette reached her door. She quickly gripped the handle and pushed. But the door didn’t open. It was locked. “Oh, right! That stupid key…” Hina’s heart sank. She didn’t have her room key on her. It was on the deck near the pool, where she lost her swimsuit to begin with. With her legs feeling like jelly, Hina put her hands on the wall and almost panicked. “Oh God… Oh God… I can’t get in…” Hina said out loud to herself. There was no way inside without a key. It was an electric card lock, not one that she could pick, even if she’d known how. And it would definitely draw attention if she tried to bash it open, even had she the strength to do so. No, Hina would need her room key to open this door. And if she didn’t want to expose herself to anyone that worked aboard the ship, that meant going back up. Hina mentally prepared herself for another naked walk. The elevator seemed safe enough, even though she didn’t completely trust it. She managed to use it without running into anyone, though who knew when the situation would change? Once she approached the alcove where the elevator was, she heard something that sent a shiver up her spine. *Ding!* It could only mean someone was using the elevator! Where they coming or going? If they were coming, they would see Hina! In her panic, she thought to turn back and try clawing through her door. But instead Hina froze up and held herself, backside to the wall. She closed her eyes in worry. But… she heard nothing. Hina slowly poked her head around the corner; she saw nobody in the alcove. Whoever it was had gotten onto the elevator. That meant it was in use, but at least Hina had been undiscovered. Hina thought about waiting on the elevator. She knew the way from there to the pool. However, she did remember that path being very busy. Maybe the stairs could present a better option. But could she dare to search for them? The naked girl looked down the hallway, both directions. Would the stairs be far? Less people would be using them given the size of the ship. Getting to the stairs was riskier, but once she got there, the stairs themselves would be a safer path. Hina hugged her chest and pushed her legs together. She picked the path that led away from her room and started walking. Her heart was pounding as she wandered, remembering she was without so much as a thread. If anyone was in these halls, she’d be exposed to them. A door opened along the hall behind her. Hina froze and slowly looked back. There were two girls walking out of the door. One with very light colored hair, the other with blue hair. “C’mon June, it’ll be fun,” said the first girl. Hina’s eyes widened. Was this the two from before!? “Can you at least make sure it’s clear first?” replied June. “Oh, fine, you…” Aria froze, looking squarely at Hina. Hina’s eyes widened in horror as her biggest fear was realized. “*Eeeek!*” the brunette squealed. She turned and started to run. ‘I was seen. I was seen. I was seen… She saw me. She saw me naked,’ Hina thought with a deep blush. Aria stood somewhat dumbfounded in the doorway to the room she shared with June. “I wonder if she’s doing this on purpose or not…” she said as she scratched her head. ‘Run! Run run run run!’ was all Hina could think. Somebody knew she was naked on this ship now! She sprinted down the hallway, but then stopped. Hina looked behind her and saw the stairs, she had nearly run right past them! Thinking those two could be following her, Hina quickly started to climb the steps. With three flights to climb before she reached the swimming deck, Hina had to think of a way to get around those two if she encountered them again. Hina didn’t even read the girl’s expression. In her mind, she needed to find some cover before the whole ship’s crew answered an alert to search for a fleeing nudist. Further and further up Hina went. She was starting to wonder if it would be right to steal a towel from the top deck. If the ship provided towels it wouldn’t be a big deal. There had to be some by the pool. Once Hina reached the top of the stairs, she took a moment to catch her breath. As she hoped, the stairs didn’t see much use, and the door lead directly to the pool area. However, as she’d known it must, there were still a lot of people on the swimming deck. Hina glanced around and saw the hut by the end of the ship. Her key card was likely over there. Now if only she could spot…a towel rack! Hina could see a towel rack near the end of the ship, completely full of towels! They seemed free for anyone to take, and Hina would be all too happy to help herself to one, maybe even two. The only issue was that it was a bit far away, as the towel rack was near the hut. There was no easy way to get to it. Hina would be seen going for it for sure if she just walked for it. But she had to find a way over there: she needed coverage! Along the handrail that led to the ship’s stern, there were multiple lounge chairs, many occupied by people tanning. If she was quiet enough…she might be able to sneak by them. Red faced, the naked girl knew she had to take this chance. She slowly crept towards the handrail, out into the sunlight. It hugged her naked skin and warmed her. A small comfort, but it did nothing to help her challenge. She got on her hands and knees and began to crawl. There was a small space between the back of the lounge chairs and the handrail, but Hina could fit. She bit her lip, feeling the warmth between her legs at the risk of exposure. Getting past each chair felt like it took forever, due to how much of a risk she was taking. “Mmm…” came a sigh. Hina froze and looked behind her, seeing a woman rolling over to her front side and resting her head. The woman was wearing sunglasses, so there was no way Hina could tell if she was looking at her completely exposed backside or not. The nude brunette did her best not to scream, but she could not help but put a hand between her legs before crawling onward. She was very hot and bothered now, which was strange. Was she being turned on by the thought of being seen like this? No, she couldn’t be. She enjoyed naked exploring; that was different. Hina shook her head. ‘No, no, no!’ she thought. ‘I don’t enjoy that, either! I am not some crazy exhibitionist! Gotta get that towel!’ Closer and closer, Hina was soon at the very end of the row of lounge chairs. The towel rack was now only a few feet away, but she couldn’t reach it from the scant safety of this last lounge chair. She looked around, seeing everyone enjoying the pool. It was now or never, she’d only be completely exposed for a few seconds. That towel was all she needed. Hina took a deep breath, crawled out from behind the lounge chair, and did a little dash to the towel rack. She made a quick grab and ran for the hut. She heard splashes and laughs but no gasping. Hina didn’t care either way. Once she was behind the hut, she was safe. There was fabric in her hand! It seemed fluffy and soft, a high quality towel, its fabric sun-warmed. The naked girl could not wait to have this securely wrapped around her body! And so Hina smiled and unfolded the towel, held it in place over one of her breasts, and pulled it around her back to cover it. She finally had cover! But as Hina looked at her comfortable fabric, she realized something. This towel was too short. Worry returned as she tugged and pulled the fabric further, but it wouldn’t reach below her hips, leaving her bottom half completely exposed. Was this meant for someone’s hair? Or a child? Whatever the case, it wasn’t enough! Hina would have to brave getting one more towel. Hina peeked around the corner and saw the towel rack again. The naked girl had only one way to make this towel cover everything. That was to hold it vertically, which would cover her breasts and between her legs, but it would leave her backside completely exposed. She blushed and began a slow, nervous walk towards the towel rack from the hut, the short towel held before her. Hina’s heart was racing as she made her careful steps, keeping the towel facing the pool, her naked curvy backside facing the rest of the world behind her. ‘This towel is all I have,’ Hina thought. ‘If I don’t keep it in place, everyone will see I’m naked. Just a little closer…almost…’ Hina glanced towards the towel rack. Finally she snatched one and turned, making a quick dash towards the back of the hut again. Her hasty movement cost her, however, as the towel covering her front was free to flutter about, briefly flashing her bouncing breasts at the world before Hina made it back behind concealment. Hina sighed breathlessly and wiped a little sweat off her forehead, then wrapped the small towels around her naked body. She was able to cover both her top and bottom to her liking. “Finally…time to get out of this,” Hina said out loud. She slowly walked to where she had tanned earlier, and sure enough, her lounge chair and room key were still in place. Hina picked the key up off of the ground and gripped it tight. She wasn’t going to lose this again. It was time to head back to her room and address a certain “itch.” Although she was nervous the whole way back, Hina managed to keep her composure. She got a few odd looks from other ship passengers, but Hina paid them no mind. There wasn’t much reason to, and she wasn’t likely to meet them again after the cruise was done. There was a brief incident where her bottom towel fell off in the elevator, but luckily she had made sure to ride alone and was able to fix it. Hina made her way down the final hallway, slid her key card into her door, and finally regained access to her room. She slowly walked in, shut the door behind her, and exhaled. Then, in an instant Hina peeled the towels from her body, threw them to the floor, and flopped upon her bed, her hands flying between her legs. The pent-up arousal had turned from polite insistence to adamant demand. Hina was ashamed at how suddenly she did it, but without a doubt, she needed this relief. The naked girl furiously rubbed between her legs, feeling the heat on her hand. She curled her toes and her body stiffened as she let out a moan. The naked girl trembled in orgasmic tension until her muscles finally relaxed, and she collapsed face down on her bed in release. —- When Hina opened her eyes, she felt very relaxed and could only smile. Through the entire ordeal, only two other people found out she was naked in the ship hallways. It was over; she was safe. It was enough adventures for one day, Hina would get dressed and… *Knock knock!* The percussive sound alarmed Hina, causing her to sit up. Who could be knocking on her door? *Knock knock!* …came the sound more insistently this time. With no time to dress, Hina scrambled for a towel on the floor and wrapped it around herself. It was the larger of the two towels, just big enough to cover everything. Hina then looked through the door’s peephole and saw the two girls from earlier. Aria and June. They were the ones that saw her. Hina opened the door a crack and looked at them. “H-hello?” “Hey there, I think we saw you earlier. Mind if we come in?” Aria said with a smile. “N-no, I’m not dressed.” Hina said, telling a bit of truth. “That wasn’t a problem earlier,” Aria winked. “Th-that’s not what you think it was! Please don’t tell anyone, that was an accident, I was…” “Shh! We’re not gonna tell on you.” June said, with a little blush of her own. Hina noticed that June was wearing a very light bikini, the pieces barely big enough to cover the essentials. “It’s fine if you’re taking a break,” Aria said. “Just wanted to say it’s amazing how bold you were!” “W-what? No I’m not…” “Couldn’t wait for midnight, huh? We couldn’t either!” Aria said. “M-midnight?” Hina said in confusion and embarrassment. These girls thought she did that on purpose? That was…only partially true. But what did Aria mean about midnight? “You mean you don’t know?” Aria said in surprise. “Well, at midnight we’ll be in international waters. That’s when they lighten up on the rules, if you like to sneak around.” Aria said with a sly wink. “Which we were going to do. You’re welcome to join us if you like! I’m Aria, and this is June!” Hina stared at Aria for a long time, feeling a bit nervous. Finally, she said, “Nice to meet you, I’m Hina. I kind of just want to rest right now; maybe I’ll see you two later.” “Okay!” Aria said. “We’re in room Two Fifty-Eight!” The brunette slowly shut her door and sat back down on her bed, thinking about what Aria explained to her. Thankfully, she wasn’t in trouble, but she couldn’t help but wonder what Aria seemed to hint at. Did this ship have a streaker night?

Humiliation with a Tail Plug bymyoddnewlife© Hello everyone, in case you didn't read either of my last entries here's a little back story on me. I am a very shy 27 year old woman; I am 5'2" and 105 lbs. My bra size is 34C, and I have shoulder length reddish brown hair. Up until about 4 months ago I have had a very normal sex life, no one had even seen me naked until I was married (yup virgin bride). In fact a crazy night for me before was if my husband, who I will call Josh, and I switched positions so I was on top!  So you may be asking, how did I go from that to exploits of public nudity? Well, I did it for my marriage and I stand by my choice. Josh was in a very unhappy mood for a while and I finally got him to tell me what was wrong. He admitted to me that he has felt unfulfilled with our sex life. He mentioned that he did not feel like he would ever be able to realize his sexual fantasies with me. Not long ago, in an attempt to help my marriage, I read a healthy marriage book that had a portion that said for a relationship to truly work, both partners must try to fulfill the other's sexual needs. At the time I didn't know sex was a problem. I really wanted Josh to be happy again so I took the book's advice and prepared for the worst. I let josh know that he could be open with me, and even though I wasn't very experienced I would do my best to fulfill his needs no matter what they were.  One of his desires was for me to write about my experiences, being completely honest on how they make me feel and post them on the net so he could read the comments it gets with me, so here I go again on my next "adventure" as Josh calls them. For all the people who have commented on my stories saying hurtful things about my husband, know this, I am happy. I get gifts for no reason, I get random kisses whenever he is around, Josh brings me flowers and cuddles up close to watch movies, he tells me a thousand times a day how much he loves me, he holds me close and I feel that love. Josh asks my opinion on everything and is always willing to watch a chick flick with me, or even go shopping. And most importantly he is happy, every day, no matter how rough his day was, he comes home to me with a smile on his face. So if all I need to do for all that is to fulfill his fantasies and feel some humiliation I gladly accept it. So back to my "adventures"... This most recent adventure involved something I recently tried for the first time, anal. As odd as it may seem, I actually didn't mind it, and Josh was very gentle so it didn't really hurt at all. We have tried it out a few times now, with both toys and the normal way, so Josh suggested for this "adventure" I wear a butt plug under a mini skirt in a public place. Of course I agreed, not knowing then how bad it would be, not that I would have denied him even if I did. Josh brought me the outfit he wanted me to wear for the adventure. I didn't even bother looking at it before I put it on. I knew it would be revealing and I was not surprised in the least to see that it didn't include a bra or panties, but that's not to say it didn't make me a little nervous anyway. Once the outfit was on I looked in the mirror to see how bad this would be. The outfit consisted of a tank top, skirt and heels. The tank top was white and very short; it came down just below my breasts. The skirt was light blue cotton and loosely fitted to flutter around when I walked; it was also very short and came down only a few inches below my butt. My shoes where simple strap heels with an open toe that I might wear any day of the week. The sight made me instantly nervous, as I always get when I know I am going to perform one of these "adventures". Josh whistled as he looked me up and down and said "Nice! I never tire of looking at you in these outfits!" I blushed and giggled a little, oh how I love the way my husband makes me feel. After a moment of looking me over Josh held me tight and kissed me passionately and said "I love you so much, let me go get the rest!" Until then I almost forgot that I still had to put in the butt plug. I was a little nervous about walking around with a butt plug in me but as I said I was starting to get used to anal play so it was not too bad and it would be under the skirt so it wouldn't be too bad, though I had a unpleasant feeling that it would get revealed at some point or another. Josh got back up and holding the plug behind his back. He said "turn around I want this to be a surprise love." I laughed a mocking laugh, though inwardly the "surprise" part made me a little nervous. I turned around as he leaned me over on the table. I heard a little squirting noise and Josh said "now I am not going to put too much lube on here because I don't want it sliding out again. It is water based lube so if I put it on lightly most of it should wear away after a little bit." With that he began to work in the butt plug, slowly twisting, pushing and pulling on the plug. Inch by inch the plug began working its way into my anus. Though it is kind of embarrassing to admit, even to total strangers, I kind of like the feeling of anal so this part actually turned me on a little. This plug was just slightly bigger than we had played with yet, because josh wanted it to stay in, but Josh took his time and when it finally did reach its apex it only hurt slightly. Then Josh gave the plug just a little more pressure and it quickly slipped inside me causing me to moan and shiver as I felt the bulb quickly plunge into my anus. I noticed once the plug was firmly in place that the indented portion was also quite a bit bigger than I was used to as well.  Josh pulled my skirt back down and said "you can go ahead and stand now so you can look in the mirror." I calmed myself down from the excitement and stood up as Josh asked. Once I stood up strait and my butt cheeks came together I immediately noticed something different about this plug. It didn't seem to have an overly large base at the end to stop it from slipping in further, just a slight bulge that seemed to stick out a bit because I could feel it sticking out between my cheeks. This struck my curiosity and I quickly moved to the mirror and turned to get a look at the plug. Before I had even turned fully around I gasped in shock! The plug had a 1.5 inch black plastic tail on it that stuck out the bottom of my skirt, curling out and slightly up a few inches, scrunching up the back of my skirt ever so slightly. I turned to Josh and stuttered "b-but people will see the... the t-tail going up into my... my butt." He held my face in his hand and said "they will not actually see it go into your butt; they will just see it disappear under your skirt. Now I am sure some people will figure out where it is going and will therefore know you are walking around with something inserted into your anus. But that is part of the adventure love; remember it is supposed to be embarrassing. And it is perfectly legal; I had a lawyer look into it for me... Will you still do it? If not I will understand." I could see that Josh was putting on a good act trying to not look too disappointed, but I could tell he really was looking forward to this so I said with all the conviction I could muster "Of course I will still do this love, I would do anything for you..." He scooped me up in his arms and held me tight saying "Oh baby, I love you so very much. You are the best wife ever! Now let me detach this for the car ride." As he spun me around and began unscrewing the tail from the butt plug I replied "I love you too dear." He got the tail section of the plug off leaving the bulb and the slightly flared base inside me. Josh ran off in excitement to get stuff in the car and I followed behind him with worry and nervousness. Once we got in the car Josh said "Jenni wanted to be a part of this but since she is still out of town she couldn't, but she did actually help me out figuring out some of the details." I replied "So that is what she meant when I talked to her yesterday. She said she had been working with you on a surprise for me." Josh just laughed and we talked a little about Jenni and her past experiences with me for a bit. For those of you who may be jumping into this story without reading my other "adventures"; Jenni is a friend of mine who we met on my first "adventure" and is the only one who knows Josh and my real names and the activities we perform. She has actually been involved with a couple of them and she always looks out for me, and also torments me on occasion. We are supposed to be having a big party soon where I will be the main attraction, but that there is no word yet when that will be. We drove a very long way this time, over two hours. The entire time I was squirming against the butt plug that I still had inside me. To make the drive even more difficult Josh kept reaching over and rubbing between my legs making me incredibly horny. I was going nuts by the time we made it to our destination. I wanted so badly to orgasm; in fact I was so distracted I totally forgot about the humiliation I was about to endure. Once we stopped I remembered why we were here and began to feel my anxiety build back up and wash away my desire. I noticed that we had arrived at another large mall barely after noon. Since it was a weekday it seemed we had hit the lunch crowd because there were a lot of cars in the lot. This made me even more nervous. Josh opened the door for me and I got out of the car. He crouched down behind me and re-attached the tail section back to the butt plug. He turned me toward him and held me close. He kissed me passionately and to my surprise pulled my skirt all the way up with one hand while holding me close with the other. I instinctively tried to jerk away at first but controlled myself, reminding myself that this was his fantasy.  Josh pulled away and while I looked around nervously to see if anyone had seen he laughed and said "Don't worry love I made sure no one was around; though I love that you let me do that not knowing that." I just said "Anything for you." Which was true, I would do anything for him. Josh picked up a small bag and asked "Are you ready?" I still have no idea why he keeps asking me that; like I could ever be ready for this kind of thing. But I just nodded to him nervously. He smiled and said "Ok, you lead the way. I want you to go inside and follow the instructions I text you." As he handed me my phone. "Oh and if anyone asks what the tail is, or how it feels you must answer honestly, if anyone asks anything else look to me for the answer ok?" I shuddered a little and nodded my head in agreement. Josh gave me another kiss and then pointed to the mall saying "Ok love, lead the way." I paused beside our car and looked both ways waiting in terror as a young couple passed by going to the mall. The young man looked at me as he passed but otherwise they did not pay me too much attention since my tail was not visible to them. Once they passed I took a deep breath and with all the courage I could muster I stepped out into the open. As I left the privacy of the space between the cars I immediately felt very exposed. Even though I was technically not showing any of my private areas I knew the tail was highly visible and would cause anyone who noticed to stare and wonder where it went. Plus my outfit was much more skimpy than most people would every wear to the mall. I walked down the parking lot and was almost immediately passed by a car from behind, I was too afraid to look at the driver but Josh told me later that it was a middle-aged man and he was staring intently at my butt as he passed. I just shivered a little and kept my eyes down. Once he passed and I looked up again I noticed that in front of me there was another car coming towards me as well as two men and a woman. There were other people around at varying distances looking at me but none that were close enough to be personally involved. The car passed me first and I angled myself slightly in hopes of hiding my tail from his view, which seemed to work. Next came one of the men, he was a well-dressed man who appeared to be in his late thirties. He glanced at me before he passed but immediately averted his eyes once he saw me looking at him. He passed me by awkwardly looking away from me, but I was sure he would look back as soon as I passed him, though I didn't dare look back to see.  Once the man was out of ear shot Josh came up a little closer and said "Until we make it into the mall I would like for you to look back every time someone passes by you ok? That last guy was priceless!" I just nodded again in agreement, even more nervous at having to see them when they noticed my tail. Next was a young woman probably right out of high school. She looked me over and lost interest quickly. A couple seconds after she passed me I looked back but she was just walking away, not interested enough for a backwards glance and therefor missed seeing my tail. This relieved me tremendously.  Before the other man got to close to me I noticed a couple of guys getting out of a car just ahead of me. I slowed down to let them get in front of me but they were taking too long to get out of the car and Josh cleared his throat behind me which I knew meant I should keep going. I heard them finally shut the doors a little after I passed their car. They were still within earshot and I heard they were talking about where they were going to eat, but then they suddenly got quiet and I could no longer hear them. I knew this had to be because they noticed my tail, I did not look back, as Josh said I just had to look back at the people who passed me and they did not, they were following behind me, which in my predicament was much, much worse. By this time the other man I saw was coming up to me. He was an older man, probably in his sixties, and he was looking at me with curious eyes. He did not look away when I looked at him like the last guy, in fact he smiled and even went so far as to say "Afternoon miss" and nod to me as I passed him.  Again after a couple seconds I looked back to see the man staring back at my but with a happy but slightly confused look on his face. I also saw the two men behind me who were watching me intently and talking in hushed tones to each other. Once they saw me looking back they laughed and one of them nodded towards me with a smile. This caused them to laugh even more. I jerked my head back and just tried to keep walking forward without falling on my face from nervousness. I noticed as I looked forward that a couple of women had come out of the mall doors as I was getting close to it. I had to stop at the end of the row of cars to let a car pass by, which unfortunately put the two men right behind me. I heard them chucking to each other and fearing they would talk to me I hurried across the street towards the entrance to the mall where I passed by the two women. I was so worried about getting some distance from the men behind me that I forgot to look back after I passed the two women, but I doubt they cared enough to look back at me. I did notice out of the corner of my eyes however that there were now more people coming up behind me from other areas of the parking lot. I hurried into the mall and almost accidently knocked over an old lady in my haste. I apologized and passed by her, keeping my front to her at all times. Once in the mall I was hit with another wave of fear as I noticed how many people were all around me. There was no way to keep my tail hidden from sight. I looked around in terror as I noticed some people already staring at me, and my tail, in confusion. I was so very embarrassed. I felt my phone vibrate and I quickly looked to see what it said. Josh sent me a message saying "Find a store that sells costume jewelry." I walked quickly to one of those map stations they have in malls and quickly found a store that would do the trick. I hurried off in the direction of the store and got another text saying "Slow down." With a sigh I slowed down to my normal speed and made my way to the store. I was surprised to note that even though I got a lot of strange looks no one bothered me. Once I got to the store I got another text saying "Pick out a bracelet you like and take it to the counter." I found a simple looking bracelet right away. Turning toward the counter I noticed the two girls working there were staring at me. Both looked about 19 or 20 and were skinny, one was blond while the other had black hair with purple and red dye in it. Blushing red, I walked up to the counter where the two women were and just as I was about to set down the bracelet I got another text. This text said "Ask the girls behind the counter if they have any jewelry you could use to decorate your tail. Turn slightly, stick your butt out and gesture toward your tail when you do." I turned my head toward josh and gave him a pouty face.  He just smiled and nodded toward the counter. I turned to the closest girl, the blond, and asked her "Do... do you have anything you would reco-recommend to decorate my uh... my tail?" As I said it I turned and stuck out my butt a bit pointing at my tail. The other girl, the dyed one, tried to suppress her laughter without much success. This made the blond I was talking to blush and smile. The blond replied "Um... are you messing with us or something?" I just blushed more and said "N-No, I just want to... to get something to decorate my... this." Pointing at my tail again. "Why are you even wearing that thing in the mall anyway?" asked the woman with dyed hair. I looked at Josh and he just shrugged at me so I just replied "Um... I just... I like to wear it sometimes, that's all." I am not a very good liar so that was all I could come up with at the time. "How does it stay there? Is it attached to your skirt? Or a bikini bottom or something?" asked the blond. I got really nervous now; this was one of the questions I was trying to avoid because I would have to tell them what it really was. I cleared my throat nervously and with a slight tremble in my voice I replied "Um... well... it is a um... pl-plastic tail that is attached to um... attached to a b-butt plug." The blond just stared at me with an open mouth while the girl with the dyed hair said in a shocked voice "No way... you gotta be shittin me." I just stared at the counter in shame trembling all over. The blond stammered out "So... so that... thing [pointing at my tail] goes... you know... in your ass?!" I trembled with humiliation and just nodded in response. The two girls just stood there for a moment and I didn't know what to do. Finally the blond chimed in again and said "why would you choose to wear that? And in public too?" I just repeated "I um... I just do... I don't know. Now could I please just get... well could you suggest something to decorate it so I can leave?" Again my horrible lying was not helping me, in fact I think it made the girls behind the counter even more confused, and curious. They just shrugged and probably too stunned to know what to say. The one with the dyed hair finally said "Why do you need to decorate it? Isn't it bad enough that you are walking around with a tail in your ass? Now you want to bling it out!?" The blond seemed to brighten up saying "Speaking of bling, we could poke some ear rings into it!" I didn't really know what I was supposed to agree to so I just said "Um... maybe that would work." Just then I got a text said "Tell them you changed your mind. Thank them for the help and leave the store. Now I want you to find a store that would sell dresses." I did as I was told and rushed out of the store as the two girls stared after me. I found another map station down the hall a ways and began looking for a clothing store. I found a one on the map and started walking quickly to its location but caught myself and slowed my pace to normal. I made my way across the mall to the clothing store. All around people stared at me as they noticed my revealing outfit and even worse, my tail. Luckily no one bothered me on my way to the store; they just looked at me without comment, or at least not any I could hear. As I walked into the store I got another text saying "Find a knee length dress and ask a salesperson if you can try it on." I headed towards the dresses and found a baby blue dress that fit the description but before I could take it to a salesperson a rather nerdy looking young man said "Um, excuse me miss." I turned in surprise and said "Oh, um... Yes?" He glanced very quickly at my revealing shirt and looked away blushing saying "Um... you seem to have something caught on the back of your skirt." I didn't know what to say, I knew there was nothing stuck to my skirt, more like it was stuck inside me. I looked over at Josh who was nearby and he just nodded, which I knew with dread meant that I should tell the guy what it actually was. Taking a deep breath I said as calmly as I could "it is not st-stuck to my skirt, it is a... a tail attached to a butt plug." The young man looked dumb struck by this, he stood there for a moment not seeming to know what to do. Just then I got another text that said "Ask him if he wants to see it, and if he says yes lift the back of your skirt up bend over a little. We are in the back and no one else will notice." I didn't even bother shooting Josh another pouty glance, I wanted to, but I knew what the result would be. With a very shaky voice I said "W-would you like to... to see it?" His eyes opened wide and his mouth gaped open a little. At first he didn't say a thing, which was even more embarrassing. He just stood there staring at me. Finally he said "Um... right here, in the... in the mall?" With a fresh wave of humiliation I nodded in agreement. He went silent again for a while, seeming to try to figure out what to say. Finally to my relief he said "Um, n-no I couldn't do that." Then he turned around and walked very quickly out of the store. I was so very relieved; I couldn't believe he actually said no. I thought to myself 'He must think I am some kind of pervert.' Once I had calmed down a bit I took the dress to a saleswoman by the dressing rooms. Keeping my front towards her and my tail hidden from her sight I asked "Excuse me, can I please try this on?" The woman, a cheerful looking slightly overweight woman in her early thirties glanced at my skimpy top for a second and replied "Of course you can, you can use this room right here. If you do not want it you can just leave it on the hook and I will return it for you." I backed into the room, still keeping my tail hidden from her sight and I got another text saying "Put on the dress making sure to hook the back onto the tail so it stays visible. Once you are dressed step out of the dressing room and ask the woman outside what she thinks, turning slowly in front of her as you do." My breathing became rapid again, and for once I had a little privacy to gain my composure before I did anything. After a few moments of worrying about what the woman might say I slipped off my clothing and slid on the dress making sure it was hooked by the tail, which made it very obvious that the knee length dress was hiked all the way up to the bottom of my butt. I purposefully took my time and even gave myself a moment after I had it on to try again to relax before I took a deep breath and stepped out of the dressing room.  I looked around and noticed that there were now two other women looking at clothes near the dressing rooms and they would surely notice my appearance if they looked over. But again I knew what Josh would want so I turned my back to them and stepped over to the saleswoman and said with all the casualty that I could manage "So what do you think?" and then slowly turned around for her. As my back turned towards her she said "Oh my you seem to be caught on something." Before I could stop her she grabbed hold of my tail plug and my dress, pulling on the plug. I barely squeezed my butt in time to hold it in. I made a noise that was kind of a cross between a squeal and a moan and she pulled away quickly, allowing the dress to drop down to my knees. She looked shocked and quickly said blushing deeply "Oh... um... sorry I didn't know... I mean... well sorry." I was not sure if she figured out what it was but I hurried back into the dressing room and put my clothes back on in a rush. I left the dressing room and hurried out of the store in complete embarrassment. I couldn't believe a stranger had just touched the butt plug tail that was inside me! The truly odd thing was that the whole experience had actually got me excited which made it even more embarrassing! I did not know where I was going but I just wanted to put some distance between me and that store. Finally my thoughts were interrupted by another text "Are you ok?" I calmed down a bit and nodded back to him in response. He replied in text "I am glad, that was very interesting. But it seems in your haste you pulled your skirt down too far. You are covering the tail. Could you hook your skirt back over it for me? Thank you love." I stepped over to a wall and put my back to it. I pulled the back of my skirt up a bit and made sure it was hooked around my tail plug. The motion of me moving the plug felt very good and for a second made me actually think about moving it around inside me, right there in the mall! I was shocked at myself and I blushed red at the thought. Again my thoughts were interrupted by a text "That is better, walk over towards that staircase down the hall and go up to the second floor." I did what I was told, walking down the semi crowded hall. I knew when I started climbing those stairs anyone behind me would get a much clearer view of my tail, and possibly even more. I shuttered at the thought and tried not to think about it anymore. One thing that was in my favor was that not a lot of people use the normal stairs anymore since there are escalators and elevators everywhere. As I got close to the stairs my phone buzzed again and it said "That young man from earlier and a friend are following you, look back at them and smile motioning them to follow before you make it to the stairs. Then walk up the stairs slowly allowing the guys to catch up." Trying not to be too obvious, I turned my head quickly finding the slightly nerdy looking young man and his friend who looked very similar. I smiled at them for a second waving my hand in a 'come on' type of motion, which caused them to immediately look away. I started climbing the stairs one at a time at what seemed to be a torturous slow pace as I reached the top of the first set of stairs I glanced back to see the two young men following behind with eyes glued to me. I blushed again, no doubt the guy who I met earlier had told his friend about my tail and now they were practically molesting me with their eyes. No one else came up the stairs and I only passed a few people coming down but they didn't seem to pay me a whole lot of attention other than a quick glance at my chest. I got to the top of the stairs and got another text "Go into that bookstore and find an empty corner. The store was not very crowded and I found a quiet corner very quickly. As soon as I arrived I pretended to look at some books, which were about history, as I waited for more instructions. Instead I received a nervous throat clearing and turned to see the two young men who were following me. I blushed deeply and looked at the floor. The new guy, who was slightly taller and had darker hair, nervously said "Um... my friend here said that you offered to show him... well, your tail." The two boys shuffled their feet and fidgeted with their hand as I trembled with fear and humiliation. I knew what I had to do though, so I glanced around to make sure no one else was looking and I bent over slightly raising my skirt up for them to see. I was totally humiliated, standing right there in a book store showing off my bare butt and inserted butt plug! I could hear the two of them talking excitedly behind me as they inspected me, but I dared not look at them. One of the young men asked "Um... can we you know... touch it?" My eyes shot open and I looked to Josh in fear and pleading and thankfully he shook his head in a definite "NO" as he texted me something. The text read "Tell them they cannot touch but you will give them a better view. Then reach back and spread your butt cheeks a little so they can get a clear view." I did as I was told, reaching back and spreading my cheeks for them. I was so humiliated spreading my cheeks so that these two young men could inspect the plug that was inserted into my anus. Tears began welling up in my eyes, from my humiliation. I was shivering all over and I could hear them chattering excitedly behind me. Finally Josh motioned for me to head on out. I was so relieved end that little event. I quickly straightened up, pulling my skirt back down onto the tail. I said a nervous "Good... goodbye" as I walked away from the obviously disappointed young men. As I walked out Josh texted me again saying "Find another quiet part of the mall." I walked for a little while not even looking. I was just trying to calm down from the humiliation I had just experienced. Finally as I had gained my composure a little I began to scan the mall for an empty area. The lunch rush seemed to be calming down a bit and I found a store smelling strongly of incense with no one in it but the person behind the counter. I walked in and found a hidden spot behind a rack of out of date hippy style CD's. Josh came up to me smiling and gave me a huge kiss. He looked at me with happy, loving eyes and said "I love you so much babe, we are just about done ok?" This really relieved me and I said "I love you too baby." He opened up his bag and said "I would just like to tie up your arms behind you and modify your outfit a little before I walk you out of the mall. Is that ok?" I shivered at the thought, but became very excited about this being over soon and the rewarding treatment I would soon be receiving. I shivered a little and nodded in agreement. Josh turned me around and bent my arms at a ninety degree angle behind my back. He tied them securely to each other all the way up my forearm. This caused my breasts to stick out further and my nipples to push tightly against my little tank top. Then he turned me back around and pulled a pair of scissors from his bag. He cut the bottom of my shirt around the front so that from a level eye they would barely show the curving of the bottom of my breasts. He also cut the neck of my shirt and the edges of my shoulder straps a little which didn't really do much, and made me wonder why he did it. Next he brought his scissors down and snipped through the front of the waistband of my skirt causing it to droop dangerously low on my hips. Then he cut a little slit in the bottom of my skirt that also did not do much. Josh checked the back of my skirt to make sure it was still hooked on the tail but when he did he wiggled the plug around inside a little. I breathed heavily as I felt it move around in me. Then I began biting my lip as I felt him begin to rub my clitoris with his fingers. My legs were beginning to tremble and I couldn't imagine I was able to feel like this in a public place. After just a moment, and just as I was about to beg him to let me orgasm he stopped and asked "So are you ready to leave?" I almost answered no just so that he would continue but then my fear kicked in again and I was suddenly really looking forward to leaving this mall and the rewards I knew would come later in the hotel room my husband no doubt already reserved. I nodded in excitement and Josh smiled and led me out of the store from behind. The middle aged store clerk stared at me oddly as I was led out of her store, my clothes in all states of disarray.  As we walked through the mall heading to the exits just about everyone looked at me as I passed. My skirt had settled so low that I was sure it was showing the top of my crotch. I blushed deeply and tried to look away as everyone stared at me as I was led out of the mall.  Once we made it outside and about 12 spots from our car Josh stopped and looked around really carefully. Then he said "Since we won't need these much longer I will just get them out of the way now, ok?" Before I could even figure out what he meant Josh grabbed my skirt with both hands, right where he cut it, and tore it all the way down, leaving me completely bottomless. He then quickly grabbed my shirt and with a couple of quick tugs ripped through the pre-cut fabric easily. Within seconds he had me completely naked in the parking lot. I thought my heart stopped beating, I definitely stopped breathing! I couldn't believe what just happened! Josh said "Hurry now, we are almost there." Just as a car passed by and I heard a whistle come from the open window. I dared not look at the driver but I hurried forward. Josh wouldn't let me go as fast as I wanted to but we were walking very quickly towards the car. I was so embarrassed I could hardly stand it! A young couple was walking toward me up ahead and I just looked away. Trying my best to just stay focused on what was coming next. The couple actually walked to the other side of the road to avoid me, but this didn't stop them from staring. Another car passed from the front and this one actually stopped and an angry obese woman shouted out "What the hell do you think you are doing!" At this Josh sped up significantly and said "Ok we're done! Let's go." We then moved forward at almost a run and got me back to the car. He didn't even untie me or take out the tail. He just got me in, closed the door and got us out of there. As soon as we were out of the parking lot and I calmed down a little I realized that sitting on the tail like this was causing the plug to drive deep in me and I began to move a little subconsciously. I began getting excited again by the feeling of the plug moving around inside me. I had to hold myself up a bit because the tail was pushing up into my anus, it had already gone in past the second bulge and soon I found myself full on grinding the plug against the seat. I couldn't believe myself, I was tied up naked driving down the street with a butt plug in my anus and here I was getting horny! At least I did not have to worry about people seeing me, my seat was so low that only the tallest vehicle would be able to look down and see my nudity. Josh just laughed at me once he realized what I was doing and began to rub my clit, which only made it worse. As always the hotel was really close and when we got there Josh still didn't untie me. Instead as I stood up still tingling with lust he just wrapped a long coat around me and walked me to the elevator.  Once we were in the elevator Josh opened up the front of my coat a little, leaving a button done at the very bottom so it barely covered my nipples and covered my crotch. I was so afraid the doors would open and someone would see but we made it to our floor all the way on the 7th floor. I looked out and once I made sure the coast was clear I stepped nervously out of the elevator. Josh followed behind me and he pulled off the jacket leaving me totally exposed again.  Josh said "Hurry, the room is waiting!" and gave me another seductive kiss while I was totally exposed! My blood began to run hot and I felt my excitement growing. Again I was getting turned on even though I was totally exposed in a semi-public place, with a tail inserted into my anus! He then slipped the key card into my right hand that was still secured behind my back and added "Once you are in I will join you" and smiled. A little dizzy from lust and excitement I almost ran to the end of the little elevator area. I leaned forward and I poked my head around the corner towards our room, the coast was clear. I looked down the other way and there was a maid cart halfway down the hall by an open door but no maid. I hurried off down the hall to our room.  I reached our room and turned my back to the door, feeling for the slot to slide the card into. This put me in a very compromising position. I had to crouch down a little sticking my chest out to be at the right level with the slot. Once I found the slot I slid put the card in and had to crouch a little more and come up to scan the card. I heard no noise but tried to open it anyway with no success; I turned and saw the light was red. I turned back and realized I had no idea whether the card was right side up or flipped around so I tried flipping it first and scanning it again. Again no noise and the door would not open.  Just then my heart stopped for a moment when I noticed the maid had come out of her cart and was grabbing something from her cart. I froze, all she would have to do is look this way and she would witness my humiliating position. She did not look however and she returned to the room. I breathed a sigh of relief and this time spun the card the other way and tried it again. This time I heard a triumphant click and successfully opened the door. As soon as I was safely behind the door I called out "Come on love, I'm in!" He was in within seconds closing the door behind him. He didn't even bother untying me before he began to ravish me. He just about threw me onto the bed with arms still tied and the plug still in and made love to me with unimaginable passion. It wasn't until I reached orgasm for the second time that Josh untied me (since the first orgasm was almost immediate!) and continued, and it continued for a long time, more than once! This "adventure" was probably the second hardest one yet for me, the first being my first "adventure", the grocery store. I think it was because of the location and the sheer amount of people who saw me. Even though almost the entire time I was covered up, the thought of people seeing the tail that was at one end inside my anus, really embarrassed me tremendously. This "adventure" was also the most rewarding, not only was josh extremely turned on by the end, I was too. Though I still get extremely humiliated by these situations; the combination of the plug, which I am really beginning to enjoy, and the bondage, which I also enjoy, made me very, very aroused by the end of it. Also even though I was terrified when he tore my clothes off, the fact that I was bound and could do nothing to stop him also turned me on a little. Who knew that in such short time from when I first agreed to participate in one of Josh's "adventures" that I would try so many things. Not only try but enjoy things I never would have imagined, like being tied up, we started playing with this just a month or so ago but I loved it from the first time, and anal, we have been doing that for a few weeks now and I am really beginning to enjoy that too, especially the toys (since they offer less painful rubbing).  I still get terrified when I think of the public humiliations I have endured and the ones that are still to come, but I am still very pleased that I am able to do this for my husband and that I get so much in return. Every day I am happier that the day before, and every day I am more in love.

Hina's ENF Stories by anonenffan Chapter 7. Lack of Self Control A trembling hand brought the paintbrush closer, and upon contact, the artist’s canvas gasped. It was an awkward spot to work on, especially since Hina wanted to have a clean, convincing look. She had a bright blush on her face as she looked at one of the many mirrors she set up so she could do this. The mere sight of her revealing stance and what she’d already done made her want to just collapse and squirm. Her knees felt weak as she continued with the gentle brush strokes. As much as it tickled, the gentler strokes weren’t getting it done. She was going to have to be more forceful. Before continuing, Hina glanced towards her bedroom door. Her best friend Stacy always forgot to knock, which often led to some problems. The door was locked, so there was no way to make her room more private short of soundproofing the walls. Hina took a deep breath and moved the brush to pick up a little more of the yellow, pasty substance, then brought its bristles back between her legs. She tried to carefully yet forcefully apply body paint to the front of her pelvis. The paint went on more smoothly under the increased pressure, but Hina could feel her body was quickly reacting from it as well. Just preparing to do this made her heart hammer. The brunette stood up and looked at herself in one mirror, and then stood over another that was laid on her bedroom carpet. Despite her nervousness, the yellow color was applying well. When she first heard of body painting, she saw it as something a crazy pervert was likely to do. Who would want to paint on an outfit, knowing it could accidentally be washed away? Her opinion had slowly changed over time. Ever since Hina had a day of simply absurd luck involving multiple wardrobe malfunctions and a lottery ticket, she found herself with plenty of free time and curiosity. Curiosity over what she could do without her clothes on, and the free time to explore those possibilities. When both of those things mixed together, Hina had a tendency to dig herself into a bit of trouble, but there was a certain excitement that came with it. She turned her backside towards the mirror and pulled her hair forward over her shoulder to double-check her work on her top half. The thin black lines that ran across her back were especially difficult to draw on herself, but Hina felt they looked convincing. She picked up the brush and got more yellow paint. It was time to make the back of her bikini bottom. It felt strange to have the rough bristles coating her round tush in the pasty paint. Hina wouldn’t call it a bad feeling; in fact, it kind of tickled. It only felt more awkward as she tried to carefully brush between the cheeks of her shapely rear. Simply being able to see her own butt thanks to the many mirrors she set up was a unique experience of its own. Her heart thumped away, thinking about what she was planning to do once her swimsuit was complete. Hina didn’t mean to be overly daring today. She was simply going to see if she could fool her friend Stacy into thinking the swimsuit was real. Once Stacy left to go to work, Hina would take a dip in her own backyard pool and see how long her suit would last before it completely dissolved, leaving her utterly naked… Once the paint was applied and some dark outlines were added to approximate shadows, Hina looked herself over thoroughly, doing her best to make sure she did a convincing job painting herself. Some areas were awkward to reach, and even the spots that weren’t were embarrassing to work with. The yellow bikini was a bright vibrant color that contrasted greatly with her skin. Hina cringed slightly, thinking the yellow she chose was almost too bright for a real swimsuit. The outline helped, but there was something else off about the swimsuit. It was missing something. “Hmm…” Hina thought for a moment, looking at a normal bikini she’d pulled from her closet to use as her artist’s model. The normal one was blue with white flowers. She snapped her fingers. “A design! That’s what’s missing!” She looked over the little kit of paint supplies. “I hope it isn’t cheating to use a stamp,” Hina said, taking a flower stamp and pressing it to the red paint. She had to firmly push the stamp in various areas to get the bright red paint to apply. Around her intimates, Hina was careful. The flowers couldn’t be directly on top of a nipple, for instance, since stretching or stress cracks would break the swimsuit illusion. With those last finishing touches, Hina looked at herself again in her many mirrors. When she looked up close, she could tell she was actually naked. However, when viewed at a distance, it was a little more difficult to say if the swimsuit was real or not. It didn’t help that she knew for a fact that it was only paint. Her eyes were closely searching for imperfections that anybody else might see. It needed a better test than simply looking it over though. Could it fool Stacy? Hina’s heart fluttered at the thought. That was part of her plan, to try and fool her best friend with it. Part of her just never thought she would actually get to this point. At first, wearing nothing but body paint sounded crazy. Then, it sounded like fun to try and expose her body without her friend realizing it. Her mind seemed to be going in a cycle as she started to think the idea was crazy again. It was the first time she had ever attempted to use body paint in any way, and painting herself was difficult. There was probably some major flaw she had missed that showed the suit obviously wasn’t real. At least, Hina thought one was there, but she just couldn’t see it. It probably wasn’t a good idea to try this. Hina turned towards her bedroom door. Stacy wasn’t exactly the brightest among Hina’s friends, but she wasn’t stupid. As far as Hina understood, she was just absentminded at the wrong times. That was why her friend was always switching jobs. Despite knowing this, Hina thought there was no way this suit could fool her. Even if it did, it couldn’t fool her for long. She took a few steps, looking at the doorknob of her room. It was her house. Hina could back down from this at any time. Stacy was likely to leave for her new job soon, so it would be safe enough for Hina to simply go for a swim without testing. Watching the paint dissolve off her body would be fun enough on its own. Hina was in the hallway before she was consciously aware of having left the bedroom’s concealment behind. She couldn’t stop herself now. As she walked down the hall toward the stairs, Hina decided that Stacy had caught her doing worse. A body paint swimsuit would be difficult to explain, but feeling her heart beating and a slight warmth between her legs was already pushing her onward to go downstairs towards Stacy’s room. Why go through all the trouble of painting the suit without trying to fool someone with it? Hina passed an air conditioning vent and shivered. It was a sudden reminder that she wasn’t wearing any real clothes. Instead, there was merely a drawing of a swimsuit on her body. A real bikini wouldn’t have offered Hina much warmth, either, but it would have at least have given a feeling of security by its elastic form-fitting embrace. A painted suit only gave an open feeling, and with that openness came vulnerability. She almost chickened out when she reached the door to Stacy’s room. Hina stared at it for a long time, and looked over her swimsuit. It was still in place and as vibrant as it could be. Could she do it? Hina’s mind began to race. ‘She’s walked in on me in the shower before. That was kind of her fault. Then she saw me again but with the curtain open. That was kinda my fault. Then she caught me at the hotel…and…and she thought I did it on purpose…’ It was a dumb idea. Hina tried to convince herself not to do this. There was still time to retreat. To run back to her room and hide. Stacy didn’t have to know that she was up to her perverted activities again. Hina should keep those private. A trembling hand knocked on the door, sealing her fate. Hina’s face was bright red, and she could feel her heart about to burst out of her chest. Her brain begged her to take this last chance to run. “Hey, Hina!” came Stacy’s voice. The doorknob jiggled for a second, and the door swung inwards, revealing Stacy. She stood there, looking at her friend with a bright smile. Stacy was well dressed in a grey suit jacket and a matching skirt. A driver’s cap sat atop her blonde hair. “What’s up?” Hina froze up for a moment, her mind stalling out while trying to come up with a reply. She was in front of her best friend, naked except for the mere image of a swimsuit. “Oh I was um…trying out my new swimsuit?” The brunette sounded confused, but then shook her head. That was a fine answer! “S-so, what do you think?” Stacy looked at Hina over with a hand to her chin, her uniform white driver’s gloves drawing Hina’s attention. “Hmm… I think the yellow’s a bit bright, but other than that it’s pretty cute!” The blonde gave her friend a warm smile. “Really?” Hina looked amazed. Was her disguise really working? “You think so?” “Yeah! I mean, full honesty here, but it might be one of those swimsuits that’s better for tanning or doing photoshoots for a calendar. You know, instead of swimming. It also looks kind of tight on you, like skin tight.” Stacy commented, looking a little closer. “But it looks good!” Hina’s eyes widened as Stacy leaned in. Her face was glowing from embarrassment, and with Stacy giving Hina’s “swimsuit” a closer look, she knew she needed to divert Stacy’s attention and fast! “T-thanks, I thought it was a bit snug myself. So, um, err… What are you wearing?” Hina asked, fighting the urge to cover. That would have given her away. “Oh, this? It’s the uniform for my new job! I’m a limousine driver! I drive rich people around to fancy events or places,” Stacy said proudly, putting her hands to her hips. “I have to take some guy to the movies later tonight. For now I’m getting familiar with the uniform.” “Oh, well, that’s really interesting!” Hina said with a smile pasted on her face. Now what was she going to say? She was too worried about Stacy discovering the truth about her swimsuit to think of something else. She needed an excuse to get away from Stacy before her friend looked any closer. The suit was fooling her friend for now, but she didn’t trust her first efforts to be convincing for much longer. “Saaaaaay,” Stacy started, beginning to smirk. “You know, I’d love to get a practice run in, and you’re a rich person. How about I chauffeur you to like…” and then with a *snap* of her fingers, “I know, the beach! It isn’t a long drive, and you’re already dressed for it!” Hina’s eyes widened. The beach? In her painted swimsuit? She didn’t plan on going to the beach! Hina didn’t plan on the suit lasting longer than a swim in the backyard! If the suit washed away while she was at the beach, she would be exposed and far from home! That was more than what she could handle. Hina had to say no. “Sure, Stacy, just let me grab a towel!” came Hina’s automatic reply. It was the wrong thing to say, it wasn’t even what she planned on saying. The words just naturally came out of the naked girl’s mouth. Hina could have kicked herself. “Awesome! All right, I’ll meet you outside…um…Madam,” Stacy said with a little smirk as she tried to sound official. She ran into her room to grab both an instruction book for the limo and her car keys. Hina turned around and started a brisk walk down the stairs, going as quickly as she could towards the room where she kept her swimming accessories: sunglasses, sunblock lotion, and most importantly right now, the beach towels. Hina quickly grabbed a big one and looked at it. She wanted to wrap it around her body, as she was acutely aware of how naked she truly was. However, to anyone who might believe her swimsuit was real, using the towel like that now didn’t make any sense. Hina didn’t need to dry off yet, and trying to cover her “swimsuit” might draw more attention to it. “Okay…” Hina said herself. “Stacy thinks it’s real… Maybe other people will think that, too. I’ll be fine.” She hung the towel over her wrist and slipped her feet into a pair of flip flops. All the while her mind was racing with thoughts of what she was doing, what she was about to do. She would be at the beach with a painted-on swimsuit, in public, hoping nobody would notice her essential nudity. Once outside, Hina saw a long, black limousine parked in her driveway. The sunlight shone sharply off of it; it was almost blinding to look at from certain angles. It must have been freshly washed and waxed. She slowly approached it and looked over the car, seeing her own reflection in the blackened windows. The windows didn’t reflect color very well, which made it very difficult for Hina to see the paint on her body. Instead, she looked naked. Was it already gone? How could it be gone!? She looked down at herself to recheck that the paint was still in place. This was so risky, but she couldn’t seem to stop this sort of thing from happening. “All right!” came a voice. Hina jumped in surprise, looking behind her to see Stacy. “Stacy, you scared me!” Hina exclaimed, feeling her knees shake a little. Could her friend tell how she was dressed now that they were outside? “Sorry about that, Madam,” Stacy said, keeping in character. “I’ll let you inside so you can get comfortable.” She quickly approached the back door of the car and opened it up for Hina, waving her hand so she could climb in. Hina was still apprehensive about having a painted-on swimsuit outside, so without much hesitation, she did as Stacy suggested and climbed in. The door shut behind her with a loud solid *thud*. The first thing that Hina noticed about the inside of the limo was that it was actually hot. Really hot. By being a dark color and sitting out in the sun, the car had built up a lot of heat on the inside, and with all the windows being shut, that heat had nowhere to go. “Oh my **God**,” Hina gasped, tossing her towel to the floor, her concern for modesty having evaporated in the leather-lined hothouse. She immediately reached for the button to open the window, only for it to click with no other response. She realized the car hadn’t been started yet, so there was no power. With the window still shut, Hina tried to open the door, only to find the back door locked, refusing to respond to her attempts at opening it. “What the…? Stacy!” Hina pounded against the side of the door. “Stacy, it’s too hot in here! Let me out!” The driver door opened, and Stacy quickly climbed into the driver seat. “All right! Where to?” Stacy said, turning around with a smirk on her face. “Stacy, this isn’t comfortable at all! It’s too hot in there! Open the windows, let me out, turn on the air conditioner, do **something**!” Hina shouted. Stacy reared back in surprise. “It’s too hot!? Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! I’ll turn the AC on right away!” The blonde was clearly flustered as she turned towards the limo’s controls. “Um… Is it…this one?” Hina quickly got on her hands and knees and crawled to the nearest air vent, eager to be cooled off in the oven-like car. But instead of air rushing out of a vent, there was a humming noise. Hina looked up and saw a black window rising up, dividing Hina from Stacy. “Stacy, that’s not it!” Hina said. “Stacy!!” “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Okay… air conditioner, air conditioner…” Stacy was frantically looking over the controls. It was the last Hina saw of her before the window shut. The nearly nude girl was now trapped in the back of a hot limo with no way out. A bead of sweat rolled down Hina’s face. She could feel it slide down her cheek, to her neck, and then to her collar bone. Hina didn’t think much of it: it was normal to get a little sweaty in intense heat. “Stacy!” Hina tried to shout through the window. “Stacy, let me out! Let me…” Suddenly, the many air vents in the back of the limousine turned on. Hina gasped. Simply feeling moving air was pleasant enough, even if it was warm at first. Before long, the air started to cool down, bringing the back of the limousine to a much more bearable temperature. “Ahhh…“ Hina sighed, enjoying the cooler air embracing her exposed form. She sat on her knees in the middle of the limo, keeping her arms at her sides as she closed her eyes. Then of all things she laughed. “Oh this is so much better.” The black window rolled down. “Sorry!” Stacy said with a nervous laugh. “I did say this was a practice run, didn’t I?” “Uh huh, you certainly need practice,” Hina said with a touch of sarcasm. She wiped a little sweat off her forehead, and turned around to get into a proper seat in the back of the limo. “Heh heh, yeah, I guess I do. How about I take you to the beach now?” Stacy suggested. “I bet the water is really nice today!” Hina took her seat and thought for a moment. Actually going swimming in the painted-on suit? It would wash away! She couldn’t risk it. The time came to say no. “I’ll think about it. I might just tan a little instead.” Hina said politely. She simply didn’t know how to say no today. “All right then, to the beach!” Stacy said, facing forward in the driver seat. “By the way, you should probably fix your bikini bottom. I’m not sure if it’s fitting wrong or what but it looks like it’s sagging a little in back.” She giggled at her friend’s apparently disarrayed swimwear. Hina’s eyes widened. “W-what?” She turned her head to look behind her. All of the heat from the car earlier caused a natural reaction from her body. She had started sweating, and that was causing problems for her painted-on swimsuit. It was hard to see at first, but Hina could already tell the back of her swimsuit had signs of a “V” shape at the top that pointed downward. “I’ll close this window to let you have a moment,” Stacy said with a smile. “I think it’s…this one?” She pressed a button, and the window began to rise up and close. Hina looked back towards the front of the car, seeing the black window shut. She had privacy for the moment, but she wasn’t sure what to do! Her body was still sweating, and she didn’t have a paint kit to repair the damage. For right now the damage to her swimsuit seemed minimal, as far as she could tell. It was hard to see certain areas without the careful arrangement of mirrors now four stories up inside the house. Suddenly the car began to move forward. Stacy was driving her to the beach now, and her friend was completely unaware that she didn’t actually want to go! Hina’s mind flashed: being on the beach with nothing but a melting swimsuit on! Everyone there would see her, they would see her naked, and once they realized it was body paint, they would think Hina was doing this on purpose. This was assuming her swimsuit would even survive the ride to the beach. After losing a little bit of the swimsuit to her own sweat, Hina felt very nervous. She had to do something to protect her swimsuit, and it seemed her only option was to use her towel to try and keep herself dry. Hina’s shaking hands fumbled the towel into a pile atop her feet before she picked it back up and began to dab and press the towel into various areas of her skin. She was thankful the limo had tinted windows. However, in the back of her mind she knew this privacy wouldn’t last. At a certain point, she would be expected to step out of the limo and onto the beach dressed in whatever survived of her swimsuit. In a way she felt powerless to stop herself. Her curiosity and inability to say no took her out of her house, left her all but naked, trapped her in the back of a moving car, driven by an unresponsive chauffeur towards a busy beach. Just thinking about it reddened her face. She glanced out the window and saw they were already off her street. It seemed like a fantasy she had only read about, but it was really happening to her. Hina tried to focus on wiping away sweat from her body, finding herself particularly damp between her legs, more so than on her back, which meant her body had more than one response to her situation. “No no no! Not now, not now!” Hina hissed under her breath, blushing brighter. She tried pressing the towel more firmly against her crotch to try and keep herself from getting too moist, desperately trying to convince herself that it was just sweat. She pulled the towel away to look at it to try and further prove that it was nothing else. Upon the towel, where it had made contact with her skin, was a yellow and red smear, blending into orange as the paint mixed. Hina’s eyes widened. She had accidentally wiped off some of the paint! She looked down between her legs, and indeed saw the folds of her womanhood bore less of the vibrant yellow and red colors, a more natural peachy tone peeking out from the marred concealment. In an instant, Hina clamped her legs shut. Of all places for her swimsuit to fail, why did THAT have to be the first place!? Hina frantically looked outside the window, getting a view of the ocean nearby. They were almost there, and she was already nearly as naked as she ever had been in public! On impulse, Hina wrapped her arms over her breasts to cover them. Regret followed immediately afterwards as she felt the pasty substance on her forearms, palms, and fingers. Hina pulled her arms away and saw that they were now flecked with yellow and red! “Ah!” Hina gasped, trying to keep her hands off of herself. She looked at her breasts, seeing them still mostly covered by the paint. The flowers remained mostly flower-shaped, but the very edges of the bikini began to look a little blurry. Her nipples were now standing at attention, feeling very strange with a thin layer of paint on them. Part of her wanted to feel her breasts like this, but that same part of her had already caused so many problems. “H-hey, Stacy? Um… Stacy?” Hina struggled to find her voice. She wasn’t going to have another chance to cut her losses and go home. She had to get her friend’s attention! Hina glanced out the window and saw the parking lot of the beach as the limo slowed to a halt. They had arrived at the beach. A clicking noise came from inside the car door. Then, Stacy opened the door for Hina. The blonde waved her arm and performed a small bow. “We have arrived at your destination, ma’am! Beautiful Sun Wave Beach!” Stacy waved her hand grandiosely. “It seems relatively quiet for the time being! You could almost act like it’s your own private beach!” Hina was about to say that she wasn’t feeling well, to perpetrate a little lie so Stacy would take her home. However, the words “private beach” were confusing enough to grab Hina’s attention. “Wait, what do you mean private beach?” Hina stepped out of the car with her towel over her forearm and looked towards the sand. Much to Hina’s surprise, there were very few people there. Two girls were walking down the sand with a metal detector. There was a man making an incredibly involved and detailed sand castle. Lastly, Hina saw the on-duty lifeguard, sitting in her one-piece swimsuit, looking a little bored. “I don’t get it; where is everyone?” Hina gave Stacy a bewildered look. “It’s Wednesday.” Stacy shrugged. “People are probably still at work in the afternoon.” Other than these few people down on the beach itself, no one else could see her: the beach was secluded from view of those driving or walking by. Her swimsuit was compromised, and Hina certainly was a bit worried about what could happen if she sweat it off or entered the water, but there was also temptation. A desire that was bubbling within her to go around the beach as she was, despite the risk. “Well, then… I think I’ll, um…go for a nice walk, maybe work on my tan a little,” Hina said with a blush. “I’d like to go home in…about a half hour?” “Just a half hour? That seems awfully short,” Stacy replied with a confused blink. Hina bit her lip. She was thankful her swimsuit was able to fool Stacy for as long as it did. Really, she seemed more likely to give her secret away through some other accident. A half hour certainly did seem short. Maybe she could push herself a little longer? “Hmm…you’re right. How about a full hour?” Hina suggested, trying to look away so Stacy wouldn’t see her blush. “A full hour it is! That gives me time to look at some other stuff I’m supposed to do! Like…” Stacy glanced at her manual. “Perform a vehicle inspection! Have fun, Hina!” Hina smiled and turned to face the beach. She took a few steps forward into the sand. Despite having her flip-flops on, she still felt a little bit of the warm grainy sand gritting between her toes. The sandals were the only real bits of clothing she had on, but they covered nothing. A warm breeze reminded her of this as it glided over the rest of her skin… She was very nervous as she passed by the lifeguard. What if she noticed her suit? Would she say something? Would she be in trouble? Hina cast a glance in the lifeguard’s direction. She looked back at Hina disinterestedly, then swept her gaze past the unclad visitor, dutifully scanning the ocean. Hina put her gaze forward again. The lifeguard didn’t seem to notice Hina’s wardrobe, which was good enough for her. She walked a short distance to be further away from the lifeguard, and unfolded her towel before laying it on the sand. It felt so weird to be naked in a public place. Hina had to constantly remind herself that she had the painted swimsuit, and that nobody could tell that it wasn’t real. She was going to lay down and work on her tan; or at least that’s what she wanted everyone on the beach to think. In reality, she wanted to try and think about what she was doing. How could she avoid going too far before getting herself into some real trouble? She tried not to think, knowing that would only make her body more active. Instead, she laid down on her towel and closed her eyes, listening to the ocean’s eternally rolling tide. With almost nothing else going on in the background, Hina was able to calm herself down. The sun warmed her skin, and she was able to relax. She felt very natural and free, the world around her slowly slipping from her mind. “I should do this more,” Hina silently said to herself, smiling with a light giggle as she did a little stretch. “*Beep…beep…beep…*” came a repeating sound. Hina’s relaxed trance broke, so she leaned up to see what was going on. She saw the two girls approaching her with the metal detector. “I think it’s getting faster…” “Think there’s something this way?” Hina giggled, having scared herself. Those two didn’t care about her! Then Hina realized she might care about *them:* they were getting closer! That was something she just couldn’t be comfortable with. She couldn’t risk them seeing her or discovering her secret. But what could she do without looking odd? Moving somewhere else to tan didn’t make sense. The sun was shining on her current spot the same way it was shining everywhere else on the beach. Flipping herself face down wasn’t going to change the fact that she was effectively naked in front of two other girls, and it would do nothing to address the fact that they were getting closer. With adrenaline running through her veins again, Hina sat up and glanced at the two girls. They seemed focused on their metal detector. Hina then glanced the other way, seeing the man designing the most elaborate sand castle she had ever seen, and then she looked at the lifeguard. Finally, her eyes settled on the ocean waves pounding the beach. It would cause more problems than it would solve, as it would likely wash away her swimsuit. There would be no way to hide that she was naked after that. But she needed to get away from everyone while she had the chance. Maybe if she only went ankle-deep, it would be okay? Hina stood up. Just going ankle deep could work. She could only hope everyone was still fooled by her swimsuit. She left her flip-flops behind on the towel and began walking towards the water, putting distance between herself and the two girls with the metal detector. She moved as quickly as she could without drawing attention. Once she reached the water, she stuck her foot out and let the approaching wake surround it. The water was warm. Hina looked back, and only the lifeguard seemed to be paying attention to her, likely because she was moving towards the water. A few steps further, and Hina was ankle deep in the water. Occasionally, a small wave came up to her knees, swirling about them before retreating. Hina’s heart raced as the young woman felt increasingly aware of her near-nudity. But it seemed Hina’s quick thinking had worked. When she looked back at the beach again, she saw the two girls with the metal detector pass by her beach towel without a second thought. “That was close,” Hina said to herself with a small sigh of relief. She turned and looked back towards the water she stood in, seeing an unending ocean. Then she looked over her painted on swimsuit. For the most part it was still in place, but badly compromised. There were two big smears on the outer sides of her breasts. Aside from that, her top appeared to be okay. The bottom half of her swimsuit was far worse off, with her delicate lips showing their natural color through the paint, and the backside smeared and distorted. Across the whole bikini, the red flowers were beginning to blend into the yellow base around their edges. Another wave rolled by, going as high as Hina’s knees. She took a moment to think about what she was doing, and what she wanted to do. If she were at home, she would have slipped into her pool and watched the suit wash off. Her toes clenched under the water. Part of her still wanted to do that, to be completely uncovered from head to toe after having her bikini wash away. But she wasn’t at home. She was at a public beach, where other people could see her. There was a real risk. At the same time, going through with it would be so simple. All Hina would have to do was walk forward into the water. She was about five or six steps away from a more risky variation of her fantasy. Hina looked at the water, as she felt radiant warmth between her legs. Then she looked back at everyone on the beach one more time. Everyone was still preoccupied. The thrill was so close. Her fingers fidgeted and tapped her bare thighs. Five or six steps from total, obvious nudity. She began taking steps forward. The water slowly rose, climbing up her thighs, then past their tops, embracing her hips. A few more steps, and she was soon shoulder deep in the warm, salty ocean water, fully enveloping her body. Hina looked down and watched her body paint begin to crumble away into the busy salt water. It felt like nothing else she had experienced, this sensation of her paper-thin covering peeling away from her body bit by bit. The ocean water was able to make direct contact with previously covered skin, sending a new chill through her body. The paint dissolved away rapidly, faster than Hina had imagined it would. It had to be because she was in salt water. Within seconds, any trace of the painted suit had drifted off of Hina’s body, dissolved out of existence. Her knees were about to buckle from sheer nervousness as Hina hugged her arms around her chest. Reality sunk in quickly. She made one stupid choice after another, and somehow allowed herself to be completely naked and far from home. And all she could do now was smile and quiver. Hina had no idea how she could stay hidden from the other beachgoers, but for right now she was having the thrill of a lifetime. Hina’s right hand found a snug position over her womanhood. She did take a moment to remind herself that as aroused as she was, she shouldn’t let her fingers wander while in the ocean water. Not only was her location nowhere near private enough to explore her feelings, she didn’t want to think about rubbing herself in salt water. She wasn’t sure, but she figured it would be bad for her skin. The water level fell for a moment, much to Hina’s surprise. Most of her body was now above the surface of the water, baring her nude form to the beach in front of her. Her breasts were revealed to anyone who glanced her way. “Ah!” She covered herself, unsure of what to do, until a large wave knocked her off balance, pulling her underwater as it retreated. Hina quickly resurfaced and shook her head to get the water off her face, then looked up. Only the lifeguard seemed to be focusing on Hina. “Are you all right?” she called out. Hina’s mind blanked for a moment. Having a lifeguard pull her out of the water? Naked like she was? “I-I’m fine! Nothing to worry about!” the utterly bare young woman replied, feeling very shaken up by what was happening. The tide was rolling in and out slowly, and was likely to roll out again. Hina turned and saw the water slowly receding. If she didn’t go further into the water, the cover it offered would roll away and expose her again. Her arousal was causing her to have trouble interpreting what was going on, though. Was the receding wake a problem or an opportunity? Hina’s naked backside would be revealed in seconds, meaning those at the beach might see her. It would be easy to take that chance, easier than letting her painted swimsuit wash away. All she had to do was stand there, and she would be revealed. Hina fought the urge to move. The tide rolled away, and Hina held her breath and closed her eyes. She felt the breeze over her skin again, signaling that her cover had deserted her. Hina waited for the reactions of the beachgoers. They could see her now. All they had to do was glance over. The water got lower and lower, below her hips, below her thighs; it continued to recede until she could feel the air above her ankles. She braced herself for the gasps. Hina was sure she didn’t want to be seen, but she’d put herself in this situation. Finally, it happened. She heard the gasps of surprise. It could only have meant she had been seen. Her body tensed up, her heart was racing, her face felt hot with blush, and the lips between her legs were begging for a squeeze. They saw her naked, and that only made her feel more excited. Did she dare to look? Could she face them? She couldn’t just stand there forever, and she knew it. Maybe she could just say she lost her suit in the water. It wouldn’t technically be a lie. She had to do something, so she slowly turned and opened her eyes. Her hand slid away from her heated womanhood, raised up to wave at them. “H-hi every-” “Look out!” shouted the lifeguard, pointing behind Hina. “Huh?” Hina turned and saw a large wave approaching behind her. The water roared, the wave’s crest well over her head. “Ahh!” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as the water crashed into her unclad body, sweeping her off her feet. It threw Hina forward as she struggled against the tumbling tide. She tried to pull her head above the water until she felt the wet sandy beach beneath her feet. The water began to pull back, throwing Hina off balance, making her fall backwards. Luckily for Hina, the ocean spat her up onto the beach, too far for the waves to pull her back. The problem was, she was on her back, head toward the receding waves, her bare front exposed to the sky, her legs fully spread towards those up the beach, baring her womanhood to them. Droplets of water glistened all over her skin, now its sole covering. “Ahh!” Hina squeaked as she clamped her legs together and wrapped her arms around her chest. She could feel that she had actually gotten hotter between the legs, much to her shame. The lifeguard quickly approached, got on her knees and looked over Hina. “Are you all right? That was a big wave that knocked you over!” Hina was trembling, both from arousal and from shock. She couldn’t tell the difference in her current state. Then she noticed the lifeguard up close, looking at her. The lifeguard could see everything about Hina, her standing nipples, her aching lips, and not a single thread on her body. “A-ah! D-don’t look… I’m…I’m… Everyone’s gonna see and…” “Relax, Miss,” she said. “I’m a lifeguard: your safety is more important than your decency. Besides,” she pointed to the guy building the sandcastle. He seemed to be grumbling and stomping his foot, as his hours of work had been reduced to a pile of wet sand. “I don’t think he cares, and neither do they.” She pointed at the other two girls with the metal detector, who seemed to be quickly turning around looking confused at the incessant beeping. “Now calm down. Are you okay?” The lifeguard asked again putting a hand on Hina’s shoulder. That touch was a sobering one, making Hina realize just how risky things were. She had no access to any clothing, not even the illusion of it she’d brought with her to the beach. “Y-yes, I’m okay… I just, um… I lost my suit…” Hina said, giving a partial truth. She felt so helpless in front of the lifeguard, naked and vulnerable. “Don’t worry about that, you’re not the first one it’s happened to, and I’m sure you won’t be the last,” the lifeguard giggled. “If you’re sure you’re okay, relax and catch your breath for a little bit, but after that you will have to find something to wear if you plan on staying here on the beach,” she said, waving a hand up and down Hina’s nude form. “It’s a quiet beach, not a nude beach,” the lifeguard added with a smile. That only embarrassed Hina further. “Th-thank you. I think I’ll be on my way soon,” Hina said with a nervous laugh. “Excuse me,” she stood up, took one more look around the beach, and began to walk towards her towel. The other beachgoers were looking her way, and they seemed confused. Her polite smile changed into a flustered mess the second she was facing away from the lifeguard, and her walk quickly turned into a jog. She scooped up her towel, and wrapped it around her body as quickly as she could, her flip-flops forgotten. Hina didn’t care about the time anymore. As soon as she found the limo, she was going to tell Stacy to take her home. Now clad in a towel, Hina made her way towards the parking lot. There were only a few cars there, which made sense since there were only a few people at the beach, but what was alarming was that Hina didn’t see the limo! Stacy wasn’t there! “W-what!? Where is…” Hina frantically looked around. Where did Stacy go!? She kept her towel wrapped tightly around herself. It was all she had to her name, and she had to keep a hand on it so it would stay in place. Hina had no idea what to do. Stacy would return for her, wouldn’t she? It would be a very long walk to get back to her house on foot. Her knees buckled inwards again, for some reason feeling more excited than worried. All she could do for now was wait for Stacy to return, but could she really just stand near the parking lot? She looked around for places to hide, and she spotted a small row of showers. They were intended to simply rinse salt water off, but they also came with a curtain for a little more privacy if someone wanted to change into or out of a swimsuit. Hina thought for a moment and glanced around the nearby street. If Stacy wasn’t here, Hina may as well take a chance to rinse herself off and stay out of the public eye. Her naked feet carried her into the shower, and she pulled the curtain shut. With a deep breath, Hina shed her towel and set it on a nearby coat hook. She was fully nude again, but at least she was in a place where it was acceptable. A deeper blush appeared on her face, thinking that this was her chance to do something…not so acceptable. If she had so little control of herself, then she should at least try to do the riskiest activity where it would be safest. But first, she needed a quick rinse. Hina reached down to turn the shower on, but the knob resisted. “Ugh…” The naked girl grunted. “Come on…” She applied as much strength as she could muster. “Oh come on… I want to…just…take a little time…to… Whoa!” There was a loud squeak as the knob finally turned. The shower came to life, unleashing a torrent of freezing cold water onto Hina. “Ahh!” Hina raised a hand to try and shield herself from the raining water. It was far less comfortable than the shower she had at home. She blindly felt around for the knob and shut it off. The naked girl panted for a moment, trying to gather her senses. “All right… Not a good shower for…that,” she said to herself, reaching for her towel. “At least I rinsed off the salt water,” she said as she dried herself off. As she wiped her towel over her body, she found her nipples standing at attention from the cold water, and her delicate lips were still warm, quickly becoming slick. Her urges withstood the cold water, and part of her still wanted to tend to them. Maybe there was still time? Hina poked her head out of the shower curtain as she held the towel to her bare form. A long black limousine was approaching; Stacy! The poor girl wanted to touch herself badly, but a chance to get home safely had presented itself. Despite her aching lips, Hina’s logical side barely won out. She made sure the towel was secured around her body and stepped out of the shower to wave Stacy down. The car pulled over, and Stacy got out of the driver seat. “Ah, I’m sorry for the delay! Are you interested in going somewhere else, madam?” Stacy asked. “I would *really* like to go home now,” Hina said, rushing towards the back door of the car. “Where did you go!?” Stacy cringed at the sight of the upset, towel-clad girl. “Well, I did the vehicle inspection and saw the tire pressure was a little low, so I had to go fill it some more, and to do that I had to find a gas station.” She scratched the back of her head with a nervous laugh. “Anyway, right this way!” The blonde girl opened the car door. Hina scrambled to get inside to hide herself from the world behind the tinted windows. The car door shut behind her as she took her seat. She let out a big sigh of relief and put a hand to her head. The risk of getting caught was over as a hand dove and felt herself through the towel. Even with the towel in the way, she could tell she was getting more wet by the minute, and that her body was done being polite while asking for attention. Stacy got in the driver seat and turned back towards Hina. “Is the air comfortable this time? Would you like any kind of adjustment to the ride?” This snapped Hina out of her trance. “Y-yes, it’s fine. Um…” She blushed and glanced towards her window. “Would you mind closing your little…driver cabin window? I’d like a moment to um…think.” Stacy turned around and fought the urge to giggle. “I completely understand. You want a moment to yourself,” she said as she reached towards the button to raise the window. “Now, I did check my phone GPS for traffic flow; the scenic route might be faster.” “That’s fine, as long as the next stop is home.” Hina said, trying to sound as firm as possible. Really she wanted to scream at Stacy to put the pedal to the floor so she could masturbate in her own shower. She wasn’t sure if she could wait that long. “Sure thing. Just try not to make a mess while you…think.” Stacy giggled before the window shut completely, sealing Hina off from her. Hina was stunned for a moment. “Stacy, wait! What do you mean ‘Try not to make a mess’? Stacy? Stacy!” She tried to shout, but it was no use, the window was shut. Stacy didn’t know, did she? How could she know? Did her friend know she was feeling this hot? Did she know about the body paint, or did Stacy merely expect her to do something like this? Did Stacy expect her to cave to her urges in the back of the car? Her eyes shifted around making sure she wasn’t being watched, as her fingers clenched and relaxed over and over near the end of the towel. Finally, she gripped the towel and pulled.

Hell Week for Luanne by Invictus17 Luanne was 18 years old and a freshman at --- College. She was stunningly pretty, even beautiful; five-foot-four with long chestnut-brown hair that fell in gentle waves to her shoulders, sparkling hazel eyes, milky-white, perfect skin, and an innocent smile that could break your heart with its sweetness. Her body was perfect; just a touch on the chubby side, but curvy and delicious, with full hips, a beautifully round and protuberant bottom, and breasts just a little too large for her frame. Perfect, beautifully shapely legs and arms, pretty feet and hands, and a charming modesty and old-fashioned primness that made it clear she had no conceit about her beauty. She seemed innocently unaware of it. It was Rush Week, and Luanne was the prettiest girl that had ever wanted to pledge the Delta sorority--and they hated her for it. The other girls--homely dogs, obese pigs, and ugly geeks--were viciously jealous of this sweet and beautiful girl. They decided to punish Luanne and make her innocent beauty a curse instead of something to be proud of. They would destroy her, making her a laughingstock and a public cunthole instead of "the prettiest girl at --- College." they began making plans the very day that Luanne showed up at their rush party. Day 1 Luanne clapped her pretty hands with joy at being told she had been accepted as a pledge--but she didn't notice the sly looks that passed between the two girls who brought her the news, one fat with piggy little eyes, the other skinny, flat-chested and pimply. They smirked knowingly at each other, but poor Luanne took the smirks as friendly smiles. She would soon learn differently. Luanne reported to the dorm basement that night; the Deltas had no sorority house. She learned that she was the only pledge that year--which she took as an honor, but which was merely part of the active members' plan. Luanne blushed when she heard the dress code for Hell Week: she would be allowed to wear no underwear, no panties or bra, all week. Short miniskirts and clingy knit tops with white thong bikini sandals would be all she was allowed to wear. She was to wear no nail polish on either fingers or toes, and no jewelry at all. It was all part of the active members' cruel plan. And there was more. On that first night, Luanne was required to strip naked in the dorm basement and wait, standing on a tabletop barefoot and without so much as a Band-Aid on, while the actives took all her clothing back to her room. The pretty virgin stood nervously, blushing an embarrassed red in the bright lights as the other girls giggled and pointed at her. Luanne felt horribly exposed and vulnerable, intensely aware that there was not so much as a stitch of her clothing in the room or indeed even in that wing of the dorm. She kept looking nervously at a large mirror on the wall opposite the table, mortified at her total exposure. She felt like she was on display. The actives stared at her and hated her even more intensely. Luanne's bare breasts were as perfect as could be imagined; full, firm and pointed, with oversized, puffy pink aureolae as big as coffee cups and fat, prominent nipples that stuck out a half-inch. Her big bottom was round and firm, deeply split and as smooth and creamy as could be, without a trace of cellulite. Her belly was smoothly curved, pale and almost flat; her sweet pubis plump and tempting, her soft vaginal crevice visible through her sparse, virginal hair. There we're no sharp angles on her body--she was all curves, milky-white and flawless. Luanne looked like an angel, but a shapely and sensual one. The other girls' jealousy and hatred knew no bounds. They did not frown, though; they laughed and sniggered and smiled cruel smiles as they made Luanne turn and pose and stick out her chest and bend over with her bare feet wide apart. Luanne could not help looking back at the mirror as she showed off her big, beautiful, bare white ass and gently swinging breasts. The sorority officers came back, carrying... "Oh, no," cried Luanne softly. They were holding an electric clipper, a pan of water, a bar of soap, and a disposable razor. "Oh, no, please..." Luanne was made to lie down on the table under the bright lights and spread her legs wide, holding her knees back with her pretty bare feet in the air while they shaved her pussy bare from her belly to her asshole. She was soon as pink and hairless as a three-year-old, her plump, tender vagina completely exposed. She was then told to hold her pussy as wide open as she could for "inspection," her knees back and wide apart and her pretty hands stretching her pink, perfect pussy lips to the max. Poor Luanne's face was bright red with embarrassment as she peeled her virgin labia back and showed off her tender, intimate opening for the very first time. Luanne was showing off her most intimate secrets, which no one but her female doctor had ever seen, to everyone in the room. But that wasn't enough. At the actives' prompting, Luanne began squeezing her vaginal muscles as blatantly as she could, making her tender, perfect, virgin pussy open and close, squeeze and squelch, as obscenely as could be imagined. She could not take her eyes off the mirror on the opposite wall; she was displaying herself like a shameless whore. Her face was a deep, embarrassed red as she kept up her "cuntal exercises," as the actives called them. It would have been even redder had Luanne known she was going out over a live video feed to every fraternity on campus, where the male students watched her "inspection" on enormous projection screens. They whooped and hollered in delight and lust--and recorded pretty Luanne's bald, three-foot-high, stretched-open and squelching hole--with her pretty pink-cheeked face just above it in the background--on videotapes that would be seen by every male in the college. She was looking right into one of the cameras which was concealed behind the mirror, and the girl working that camera had zoomed in on Luanne's wide-open cunt, making sure her pretty red face was visible as her squeezing, visibly juicy sex organs filled the screen. Luanne had been on camera from the moment she had begun to strip, displayed naked to any man or boy who cared to watch. Day 2 The next day, Luanne noticed the giggling, the pointing, the smirks and the whispered conversations that followed her wherever she went--but she ascribed them to her short skirt, her bare, pale, shapely legs, and the fact that she was obviously not wearing a bra. Luanne's heavy tits were clearly visible under her clingy blouse, her fat nipples outlined by the thin fabric, and they jiggled and wobbled as she walked. She carried a notebook most of the day as she went to her classes, clutching it to her chest modestly. That made it harder to control her short skirt in the wind, which was constantly threatening to expose her bare ass and shaved pussy. It was a long day for the modest, innocent beauty. On the second night in the dorm basement, Luanne was once again ordered to stand on the table in the glaring, merciless lights--again, barefoot and totally naked, as bare as a newborn baby, pale and perfect. She wondered what would happen that night as she posed and postured at the actives' direction, doing backbends and Chinese splits and crawling on her hands and knees. Every pose and move seemed to exhibit her heavy bare tits, her big white ass, and her bare bald pussy, but Luanne hardly noticed. She had no thought of anyone but her sorority sisters watching as she looked at herself in the mirror. All over the campus, the men were gathering in front of their huge-screened plasma TVs, laughing, opening beers, lighting joints and making sure their VCRs were getting everything. The pretty naked girl on the screen turned and posed innocently, looking into the eyes of her grinning, appreciative audience with an apprehensive expression that only made her seem more exposed and bare. Hundreds of horny men were watching her, but she had no idea of it. That made her exposure that much more exciting to the watching men. At the actives' direction, Luanne was squatting low with her bare feet wide apart and her pelvis thrust forward blatantly, facing the mirror and leaning back on her hands, looking at herself and her bare, totally exposed crotch in the mirror--biting her lip in embarrassment at her buck naked display. She felt very unladylike; why, she was even showing off her pink, twitching asshole! Luanne held that pose as the actives poured warm oil all over her white, naked body, rubbing it in and spreading it till she was thickly coated and gleaming from her bare feet to her hairline. When every square millimeter of her body was shining, she was told to stand up. "Now dance naked for us, Pledge Luanne," said Wendy. "Dance dirty. Shake your tits and hunch your pussy and jiggle your ass. Get down and bump your hips like you're fucking. If you don't dance dirty enough, you don't get in." One of the other girls pressed a button on a boombox in the corner, and a lewd, thumping rock-and-roll beat filled the room. The shy, modest coed hardly knew how to begin, but after some prompting by the cruel actives, Luanne was shaking her bare, perfect tits and bumping her freshly shaved pussy like a belly dancer, showing off her fat, delicious bare ass and squatting to hunch and stroke her totally exposed crotch, giggling with embarrassment and excitement--barefoot, shaved bare, and as naked as a newborn baby, gleaming all over with the shiny oil. And all over the campus, men were cheering and whistling and shouting encouragement as they watched innocent Luanne bump and jiggle naked and gleaming with oil. Luanne felt strange; she was really getting into the music, extremely conscious of her naked, glistening body, and growing sexually aroused as well. Her exposed pussy was swollen, her nipples hard. She was beginning to really work at putting on the nastiest and most obscene sexual display that she could. She had never felt quite that way before... The girls had had plates of brownies and Cokes before the meeting began, and Luanne's brownies had been heavily laced with powerful Afghan hashish. Luanne was stoned. To the actives'--and the avidly watching men's--delight, the pale, naked, barefoot beauty was soon giving it everything she had. Luanne was half-squatting with her bare feet planted wide apart, snapping her pelvis forward rhythmically to show off her shaved and shining genitals. She was bouncing and waggling her heavy, gleaming, hard-nippled tits, turning and shaking her plump, pale, oily ass, and bending over to stick it out as she arched and hunched and pumped her hips. She seemed unable to close her shapely legs, dancing with her glistening thighs wide apart the whole time. The music changed, growing faster, the beat more insistent. Luanne jumped and stamped and bounced heavily on her heels, making every square inch of her pale, naked, shining flesh quiver and quake like Jell-O--tits flying, thighs working, bare feet arching and turning. Giggling, Luanne even squatted and stuck out her gleaming, swollen pussy and held it open, working her redly aroused cuntmuscles in time to the music. She bent over and crouched and pulled her fat, gleaming asscheeks apart to show off her flaring pussy lips and her shiny pink asshole, swinging her perfect, glistening tits wildly between her legs, bare feet still wide apart on the oil-spattered table. Then she squatted even lower and stuck out her ass as if inviting anyone watching to fuck her, brushing the table with her swinging tits, her fat, erect nipples leaving trails of oil. In the men's dorms and frat houses, there was an uncharacteristic silence, broken only by the occasional exclamation: "God DAMN." "LOOK at that." "She's--oh, shit, look what she's DOING!" "Look at that bitch GO!" Most of the men had their hands down their pants, and a few were openly jacking off. No one made fun of them. Luanne was not dancing like the usual bored, languid stripper or pole dancer; this was something none of them had ever seen before. Luanne danced naked for almost an hour. By the time she was done, there was not a single square inch of her oiled and creamy-bare body that she had not displayed as brazenly as possible, not an orifice that she had not exposed and opened and allowed everyone to see inside, not an ounce of pale babyfat flesh she had not shaken and jiggled and tossed wildly in her shockingly filthy naked sex-dance. Day 3 The next day, Luanne remembered almost nothing. She went to classes with nothing on beneath her clingy top and short skirt again; this time, though, the men watched her with hungry stares, not smirks. Her skin seemed strangely soft and smooth; she wondered why. That evening, Luanne reported as ordered to the parking lot behind the dorm. She felt more comfortable, since she had been allowed to wear underwear; a skimpy lace bra and a pair of tiny bikini panties under her skirt and blouse. She wondered what it meant. A windowless van was waiting for her there, with several of the actives standing around it. She was told to get into the back, which she did. Inside, she was told to take off her skirt and blouse; Luanne did so, reluctantly, and waited fearfully in nothing but her skimpy undies. The van began moving. "Wh-where are we going?" asked Luanne in a tiny, scared voice. "Your first test, Pledge Luanne," said Wendy, the chapter president, a homely, lank-haired geek with thick glasses. "The Pledge Run." Luanne felt "Oh, no...." "Yes. We're going to drop you off on the other side of the campus, and you have to get back to the dorm the best way you can." "In my UNDERWEAR?" the pretty coed whimpered. "That's what makes it a test." The van stopped. To her horror, Luanne saw that they were squarely in the middle of the area where the men's dorms were. "Not HERE!" she cried, but the heartless girls opened the door of the van and told her to get out. Luanne could already hear the whistles and whoops from the windows of the surrounding buildings as she climbed out of the vehicle. Standing there on the sidewalk in nothing but her tiny panties and bra and string sandals, she looked around fearfully; every window seemed to be filled with boys, some looking at her through binoculars. She looked back at the girls in the van desperately. "Please don't leave me here like this!" she begged. The girls conferred for a moment. "All right, Pledge Luanne," said Wendy as she got out and came closer. "We've decided you don't have to make the Run in your underwear." "Oh, thank you!" said Luanne, relieved. She moved to get back into the van, but Wendy stopped her with a hand to her chest-- --and abruptly grabbed Luanne's bra between her breasts and tore it away. An instant later, she ripped Luanne's panties off as well, then quickly got back in the van, holding the rags of the horrified girl's only garments. "We decided you can do it BARE-ASS NAKED!" The door slammed and the van sped off, ringing with cruel girlish laughter--leaving poor Luanne standing on the sidewalk in full view of hundreds of howling, whistling men, wearing nothing but her tiny sandals. Her heavy breasts were bare to her fat nipples, her pussy bald and exposed, and her plump white ass gleaming under the streetlights. Luanne ran. She had never known such panic and desperation. Her pretty hands struggled to hide her bare, waggling tits and her crotch, but that slowed her down; after only a moment, she dropped them and just ran. The cries followed her: "Look at those titties BOUNCE!" "She doesn't have ANY clothes on!" "WOO! Watch her BARE ASS jiggle!" "WOW! She's got a SHAVED PUSSY!" "She's NAKED!" Luanne ran desperately, letting her bare tits fly and her bare buttocks shake as she sprinted naked across the open campus as hard as she could. She was horribly conscious of her shaved pussy as she headed for her distant dorm--and she was also conscious that she was growing wet there. Luanne was horrified and panicked at her raw exposure--but she was also, somehow, thrilled and excited. She did not have time to wonder why. She just ran naked as hard as she could. Luanne somehow made it back to the dorm, where she hammered desperately on the glass door till one of the actives let her in. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" said Wendy, waiting in the dorm lobby as Luanne stumbled in, naked, gasping and breathless. "Kind of a thrill, wasn't it?" Still wearing nothing but her bikini sandals, Luanne was led to the basement and ordered up onto the table again; she wondered what she would have to do that night. She didn't have to wonder long. After being told to remove her sandals--"Whenever you're on the Pledge Stage, you have to be absolutely naked," said Wendy--Luanne was told to squat and masturbate. The still-shy coed refused at first, but after some teasing and stern commands, she finally squatted, pale thighs wide, and began to stroke her pink pussy and massage her naked, exposed lips tentatively. She blushed in humiliation as the actives pointed and laughed at her exposed--and visibly juicy--vagina. "Look, she's sloppy-wet!" "We thought you were MODEST, Luanne!" "Hold it open so everybody can see!" The crowds of men far away were howling in anticipation as naked Luanne bit her lip and exposed her gleaming hole to the merciless camera. She looked at the mirror--and into their grinning faces--with horror at her brazen, slutty display. Her shaved pussy was red, swollen, and dripping-wet. Finally, naked Luanne slipped a pretty middle finger into her shiny bald hole to cheers and whoops that she could not hear. She began to slide her gleaming finger in and out, and soon she was fingerfucking herself in earnest as the other girls reminded her that she had just run naked across the campus in full view of hundreds of men. "And that turned you ON, didn't it, Luanne?" The naked beauty whispered "Y-yes," rubbing her swelling clit and digging her finger deep in her shaved pussy. "You'd like to do it AGAIN, wouldn't you, pledge?" She nodded rapidly, her face red, lips pursed and blowing, eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment and concentration. The other girls kept up the teasing. "Your BARE TITS were bouncing all over the place, pledge!" "And EVERYBODY saw your SHAVED PUSSY!" Luanne gasped at each utterance, knowing them to be true. "Your BARE ASS was jiggling like crazy, Luanne!" "You were BUCK NAKED in PUBLIC!" Her face grew distorted with sexual heat as she fingered herself frantically, rubbing her clit and pumping her finger in and out with a lewd smacking sound. As the actives--and every boy she knew, and dozens she didn't--watched, naked Luanne began to hunch her hips in sexual urgency, squatting flat-footed and slapping her hairless crotch as she pumped her finger faster and faster. She was mewing and whimpering, shivering with her intense strain, perfect tits quivering and nipples stiff with arousal as she jacked her pussy off for the cameras, unknowingly showing hundreds of leering men how her face and cunt looked as she rose toward orgasm. The frat houses rang with chants of "CUM! CUM! CUM!" as Luanne spread her pale thighs wider and cocked her pussy upward, biting her lip and fingering herself frantically. She began to use two fingers, and they cheered and whooped. Finally, as the actives has instructed her, at the moment of her climax Luanne held her glistening, fiery-red pussy open wide and rubbed her swollen clit hard, staring blearily into the mirror and grunting "I-I'm cuh-COMING!" in a strangled voice as the men in a dozen places howled at her spasming, open hole and her distorted, grimacing, but still pretty face. Luanne was totally exposed from her polishless toes to her squinting eyes as she came on the giant screens, long and hard and jerking deliciously, stretching her spasming cunt into a lewd red funnel and showing off how she gushed fluid and how her cuntmuscles worked and squeezed convulsively as she shuddered and quivered and orgasmed, squinting at the mirror, mouth open, still shocked at her whorish display even as she came for more than a full minute. When the cameras were finally turned off, dozens of VCRs were unplugged and the men hurried to their rooms, eager to rewind their tapes and jack off to naked Luanne's fingerfucking show. The active members giggled when naked Luanne, quivering and weak from her powerful orgasm, mumbled "Sure glad no one else could see me do that..." Day 4 The next day, Luanne was required to walk the entire length of the Mall--wearing nothing but her sandals and a T-shirt decent by half an inch. The shirt said "DELTA PLEDGE" in red letters six inches high. Stares followed her, and not only because of her beautiful, bare white legs and pretty, almost-bare feet; it wasn't too hard to guess that she wore nothing beneath the shirt from her pink, embarrassed face and her careful walk. Her large, stiff nipples and loosely wobbling asscheeks being clearly visible and obvious didn't help, either. By the time she climbed back into the van--flashing a dozen staring men with her hairless crotch--her upper thighs were slick and shiny with juice from her swollen, dripping pussy. Back on the "pledge stage" in the basement, Luanne was took off her T-shirt and sandals and stood naked, shivering with humiliation and excitement and wondering what could possibly happen now. She secretly hoped she would be ordered to masturbate again; the scary thrill of walking the Mall braless and bottomless had made her hungry for it even as she was horrified and ashamed. It wasn't that. It was worse. She was handed a long, thick, obscenely bumpy electric dildo, and told to use it. After only a moment's hesitation, she did, sliding that fat plastic dick deep into her sloppy-wet pussy and turning it on. The watching men in their dorm lobbies and frat house rec rooms whooped and sniggered at Luanne's innocent "Ooo!" when she felt the vibration. She began to slide it in and out of her shaved cunt, tentatively, staring at herself in the mirror--her pretty face red with embarrassment and violated modesty, but still betraying a reluctant but eager sexual excitement. The dildo was heavily veined and ridged and covered with knots and bumps; the very sight of it disappearing into her bare, slick hole and sliding out again, visibly stirring and flipping her swollen pussy lips, was the filthiest thing she had ever seen. Luanne stared at herself in the mirror and opened her bare legs wide to make it easier to see. The men were hooting and whistling and howling, but she couldn't hear them. Soon Luanne was pumping that big bumpy buzzer openly, all modesty forgotten as she cocked her shaved pussy upward with her bare white thighs wide open and fucked herself naked on the table. She was sweating and shuddering, her heavy, pointed tits shaking and bouncing and her belly rippling like jelly as she stuck out her naked pussy and pumped her drooling cunt like she was trying to saw herself in half. Drops of her fucking-fluid sprayed from her cunt and flew through the air as she pulled it out and slammed it home, again and again. She began pulling it all the way out, exposing her open, dripping hole completely, then punching it all the way in again, enjoying the brutal invasion of her tender, sensitive, and baby-bald vagina over and over again. The watching men were speechless, staring at the pretty, innocent, unknowing, naked girl making a sexual spectacle of herself on videotape. Finally, Luanne jammed it in to the hilt and held it there, eyes and mouth wide--and came so hard on the vibrating dildo she was babbling gibberish and drooling. She was jerking uncontrollably and bouncing urgently on her bare feet, pretty toes curled up tight and clenched, saliva from her mouth hanging to her bouncing, shaking bare tits. They made her keep going. Poor Luanne was made to hold the buzzing dildo right on her swollen, distended clit and just take it as she tried to count slowly to a hundred. The pale, sweating, naked beauty struggled desperately to remember the numbers as she strained and shivered in orgasm after forced orgasm with hundreds of jeering men watching her every grimace and hearing every hiss and moan. She had to start over eleven times, and never got past her age--seventeen. Again, she walked naked and trembling back to her room as scores of men hurried back to their own, to add Luanne's newest jack-off show to their collections--after shooting their loads to her unknowing exhibition. Luanne could have bathed in the sperm she had caused to spurt that night. As on the other nights, every square inch of her pale, perfect, heartbreakingly naked body was stared at and examined and drooled over, in stop-motion, slow motion, and frame by frame, till long after the sun came up. Day 5 Luanne went to her classes amid laughter and pointing and long, hungry stares, red-faced and embarrassed once again. She assumed that everyone was still remembering her naked run across the campus, and maybe ; she tried to maintain a little ladylike dignity and poise, but it was difficult with her heavy tits wobbling and her bare ass and pussy so constantly near to exposure under her short skirt. Luanne was grateful for her twice-a-week Physical Education class; the coach tolerated no nonsense from fraternities or sororities, and it was the one time when she could feel properly dressed and not in danger of exposure in her T-shirt, gym shorts, and required sports bra. The Deltas had a plan to wreck that, of course. They knew the coach left the campus after the girls went to their showers. When Luanne stepped out of her shower, stark naked and dripping wet, she found that all of her clothes were gone--even her PE uniform and sneakers. There was nothing by her locker but a towel. "Where are my clothes?" she cried plaintively. "Looks like someone stole them, Luanne," said one of the other girls--a Delta. "Guess you have to walk back to the dorm in nothing but your towel..." She grinned cruelly and left. Luanne was alone in the locker room with no other hope of covering. She looked around frantically, but there was nothing. Finally, she picked up the towel and her heart sank. It was not even her regular towel. It was thin and threadbare, and smaller than her own. Luanne tried wrapping it around herself; it was barely long enough, and she had to hold it in place. She found that if she wrapped it high enough to cover her full breasts, it left her shaved pussy and half her plump bottom exposed; if she wrapped it so it just hid her nipples, it was decent by half an inch. There was nothing else she could do. Holding the towel closed beside her breasts and using her arm to partially hide the pale upper mounds of her breasts and hold it closed at her hip with her other hand, she walked barefoot to the door of the field house, wondering how it could get any worse. Then she opened the door. The PE field house was at the far end of the football field, and even after that it was a long walk back to her dorm; and she saw that the way there was crowded with grinning men who had obviously been given advance notice of her predicament. It took all the courage and dignity she could muster to walk out of that door and into the storm of whistles, cheers and catcalls. The curvy coed was blushing bright red, but she tried to walk calmly through the howling mob. All but naked, she held her towel on precariously and walked barefoot across the field; it took everything she had not to run, but she knew if she did she would lose the towel. The hooting men goggled at Luanne's beautiful white legs, bare all the way up. They cheered at glimpses of her generous breasts and her lovely, round, pale ass. When she lost her grip on her towel for a moment and the wind caught it, they whooped at a flash of her hairless crotch and laughed at her desperate efforts to cover herself again. And when she dropped the towel completely and hurriedly bent to pick it up, they high-fived each other and took pictures with their cell phones and cameras of her exposed bare ass and waggling bare tits. No one would help her. No one offered his coat or sweatshirt. They were all there to watch the pretty girl try to get back to her dorm in nothing but a tiny towel, and to enjoy her embarrassment, her humiliation, and most of all her lush, ripe, creamy-white body. It took poor Luanne almost half an hour to get back. She dropped her towel eighteen times. Finally, the building was in sight. Luanne quickened her pace, hurrying for shelter at last, her bare feet moving quickly on the hot sidewalk. The door was locked, of course. Luanne had to walk all the way around the building, dropping her towel twice more to the huge entertainment of the watching men. Finally, the other girls let her in. The men all disappeared from the grounds outside the dorm the moment she went inside. They were all back in their frat houses and dorm lobbies, preparing to watch Luanne's newest ordeal on live TV. The girls took Luanne straight to the basement, where she mounted the stage without her towel--naked, barefoot, trembling, and involuntarily excited. Like her naked run across the campus, her long walk in front of the crowds of men in nothing but a thin and too-small towel had left her with taut nipples and a swollen, squishy-wet, and steaming-hot vagina. She was literally dripping, her inner thighs shiny and slick with her juices. The other girls made Luanne display her sloppy-wet cunt openly, and she stared at herself in the mirror in horrified fascination. Her bald pussy was flaring open, her cuntlips fat, red and gleaming, her fucking-juice drooling to the table between her bare feet as she squatted and held herself open for her unseen audience. She could not hear their triumphant whoops and cheers as she looked directly at them from their enormous plasma screens and exhibited her beautiful, gushing, ready-to-fuck pussy. The actives brought out an even bigger dildo than the one Luanne had used before, a thick, black monster almost a foot and a half long. They stuck it to the table with Krazy Glue between Luanne's bare feet, and she looked down at it. Both horror and fascination were evident on her pretty face. There was a white rubber ring around the dildo, just beneath the lemon-sized head. "Wh-what's that ring for?" asked Luanne in a tremulous voice. "Your job, pledge," said Wendy with a cruel grin, "is to fuck that dildo and push that ring all the way to the bottom." "Oh, no," whimpered Luanne. Her obvious fear and humiliation were rendered a bit less pitiful by the fact that her fat pink nipples had grown instantly hard and were sticking out like spikes. The men in their frat houses and dorms howled with laughter and lust as the camera zoomed in on them, as big as Luanne's fingertips and tautly erect. "Now get on it," Wendy ordered. Just as Luanne crouched naked over the huge dildo, Wendy stopped her. "Wait," she said--and turned it on. It emitted a loud buzz, and was visibly, strongly vibrating, a black blur. "Now," said the chapter president. "Squat on it. Let's see you push that ring all the way down." Looking in the mirror with fear in her eyes, the naked, horribly embarrassed beauty slowly lowered herself onto the massive rubber dick. She bit her lip and shut her eyes tight as her swollen pussy lips touched the powerfully vibrating head, and she shivered at the intense stimulation, her heavy tits quivering. Luanne struggled to work that monster into her hairless, glistening cunt, but the buzzing, shaking rubber dick was so enormous, she had to twist and bounce fetchingly to work it in. Luanne's face was distorted with pain and lust as she hunched and bounced desperately on the gigantic phallus, her big tits bouncing and dangling as her swollen pussy lips stretched to their limit. Finally, Luanne's pussy had completely covered the head, and she paused in a sensual half-squat, gasping with a mindless expression of gaping lust on her pretty face as the giant dildo buzzed in her hole. All over the campus, men were taking pictures and capturing freeze-frames of the lovely, curvy, naked coed posing on her pretty toes with a gigantic black dildo protruding from her pale, bald crotch. "Come on, pledge!" the actives taunted her. "All the way down!" "Stuff that pussy full!" "What's the matter, Luanne? Does it feel GOOD?" She shook her head quickly--then nodded, and the other girls laughed at her, making sure not to stand between Luanne and the hidden camera. The pale, trembling beauty slowly worked her way down on the huge dildo, pushing more and more of the thick black shaft into herself, jerking and shuddering and crying out at the fierce sensations in her cunt. Luanne was still less than a third of the way down when she was shaken like a leaf in the wind by her first cataclysmic orgasm. She bent forward, breasts dangling and shaking, mouth open and eyes clenched shut, and shivered and jerked in her most intense climax yet. Just as she peaked, she opened her eyes and looked at the mirror in desperation, holding her gaze as she grimaced and moaned with sexual agony-- And of course she was not allowed to get off the dildo for even a single second's rest. Luanne began to bounce desperately, tits flying and teeth gritted, as she worked to drive more and more of the huge, buzzing phallus into her spasming hole. She was shattered by orgasm after cramping orgasm, squatting lower and lower, every inch of her pale, perfect body shining with sweat. Finally, the beautiful, naked girl, a disheveled wreck now though still stunningly pretty, leaned back with her plump bare asscheeks nearly on the table and displayed the stump of the dildo protruding from her stretched-out cunt between her bare feet--and the white rubber ring was all the way down to the base. Luanne had fifteen inches of wrist-thick vibrating rubber dick buried in her beautiful pussy, and again hundreds of leering men caught the moment on film and video. "I did it," she quavered, and the actives cheered and clapped. "Now get started," said Wendy with a cruel grin. "Wh-what? I'm fuh-finished," whimpered the exhausted beauty in confusion. "Nope. Now you have to FUCK it, pledge, like I told you. Now do it!" They made her slide all the way up and and all the way down on that big buzzer for another twenty minutes of mindbending climaxes. Luanne's thighs were quivering with fatigue and her body dripped with sweat, but she kept going as the videotapes recorded her every groan and grimace and tit-waggling forced orgasm. Finally, they let her stop and stand up. Luanne shakily announced that she needed to pee. Rather than letting her go to a bathroom, the actives made her crouch naked over a bucket and hold her wet, red, distended and stretched-out pussy wife open as she pissed naked on camera. Then they finally turned them off. Every man watching had either openly masturbated to spurting orgasm or had cum in his pants at least once, and many more than once. Every single one. Day 6 The Deltas' vicious plan was to break Luanne completely. They intended to destroy her innocence, rip away her charming modesty, crush her self-respect, and brutally reduce her to a cheap, degraded fucking slut, a contemptible public cunthole who would do anything for anybody. That night, their plan would come full circle and Luanne would learn what had been done to her--and that worse, much worse, would follow. That morning, Luanne had been told she could dress normally again. She had passed all the tests, they said, and nothing remained but the formal induction ceremony that night. Hugely relieved, Luanne went to her classes with renewed confidence and poise; she still blushed at the smiles and snickers she encountered, which she assumed were the aftermath of her naked run and her adventure with the towel, but she thought all that would eventually pass. That evening, Luanne reported to the dorm basement as usual, looking forward to becoming a full-fledged Delta. The room was lightly decorated, with streamers and tinsel and a banner reading "Luanne FINALLY GETS IT". She thought the phrasing odd, but was still touched by the trouble the other girls had gone to. Soft-rock music was playing, and there was a table with punch and brownies--but one of the girls handed her a loaded plate and a full cup as she walked in the door. It was the fat, pig-eyed girl who had first brought her the news that she had been accepted. She smiled sweetly and said, "Come in, Luanne. Here, have a seat on the sofa. You're the guest of honor!" She led the pretty coed to a large couch which had apparently been brought in just for the occasion. Luanne noticed that an enormous big-screen TV had been placed opposite. Were they going to watch a movie? Before she could ask, one of the actives sat down beside her and indicated the brownies. "Eat up, Luanne," she said. "We made them special, from scratch." As Luanne took a bite, the girl smiled. "This is going to be a very important night for you. Are you excited?" "I'm thrilled," said Luanne. "You all put me through a lot, but after tonight that's all over and I'll be one of you." The girl said nothing; she only patted her hand, smiled, and walked away. Luanne sat by herself and ate the brownies. She wondered why none of the other girls came by to say hello; something to do with waiting till the ceremony, she thought. Luanne was hungry; someone had said they would be having dinner--"lots of eating" were the girl's actual words--so she had skipped the cafeteria, where the boys all stared at her and whispered anyway. The brownies were good, but tasted odd. She ate all that were on her plate. After an hour or so, Luanne was growing uncomfortable; when was something going to happen? The girls all seemed to be waiting for something. She was also growing woozy. Colors seemed brighter, the music seemed especially hypnotic and rhythmic. She was very conscious of her body--and of a growing sensation in her pussy, a kind of tingling. She felt herself growing wet. She vaguely wondered if she could borrow a dildo later, and giggled. That seemed to be a signal. The other girls gathered around her, looking down at her with what struck Luanne as strange expressions. Some were smiling, but some looked at her with what looked like hatred. She was confused. "Are we going to start now? I feel funny," she said. "Oh, yes, Luanne. We're going to start now," said skinny, homely Wendy, staring at her from behind her thick glasses. "Right now." She nodded at two of the other girls, and suddenly Luanne felt her wrists seized and pulled wide apart. Loops of rope were slipped over her hands, and she found herself tied to the sofa, arms spread wide. "What are you doing? What's happening?" cried the pretty girl, her mind fuzzy, more confused than ever. No one spoke. Knives and scissors were produced, and the other girls began cutting her clothes off. "No! This is my best dress! I wore it special! What are you doing? Stop!" There was no reply. In moments, Luanne was stripped completely naked. Two of the girls grabbed her bare feet and pulled her down on the sofa so her bare ass was at the edge, her arms stretched wide above her head; and then they pulled her bare legs wide apart and tied them to the sofa too, knees bent and tied back so her crotch was completely exposed. Luanne was helpless; wide open, stark naked, and totally vulnerable. "You didn't really think we were going to let you into our sorority, did you--you stupid bitch?" Luanne looked up at Wendy and blinked blearily. This didn't make sense. She was dizzy and confused, her mind reeling, her pussy alive with a crawling itch. "You thought you could be one of us? Why? So you could be the prettiest girl in the room all the time? You, with your perfect tits, your perfect ass, your perfect legs, and your baby face, making us all look like something the dogs dragged in? Well, forget it, cunt! We decided it wasn't enough to tell you to go to hell--we decided to send you there! Take a look!" Someone punched a button on a remote, and the huge screen in front of Luanne suddenly lit up--with the image of naked Luanne with her bare feet in the air, getting her pussy shaved bald. "What--what did you--oh, my GOD! You TAPED me?!?". Luanne struggled against her ropes, horrified beyond words. "Who else saw this?" The screen switched to another scene; dozens of fraternity boys cheering and whistling at a huge screen showing Luanne's open, hairless pussy as she stretched it open and worked her cuntmuscles. Her red, embarrassed face was clearly visible in the background above it, looking right into the camera. On the enormous screen, Luanne's open hole was the size of a washtub. Every crease and wrinkle of her most secret and intimate place was displayed for all to see, blown up to billboard size. Her tiny clit looked like a pink doorknob. Luanne began to cry, weeping hysterically as the scene in front of her changed to another group of howling, laughing men staring at her open vagina--and another, and another, and another. Luanne was shaking her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, murmuring "No... No... No..." The scene changed again; now the laughing men were chanting "CUM! CUM! CUM!" as Luanne, staring at the camera open-mouthed, pumped a big bumpy dildo in and out of her totally exposed pussy, tits shaking and hips hunching lewdly. "Bet you'd like that dildo right now, huh, Luanne?" taunted one of the girls cruelly. Even in her agony, Luanne was staring at it hungrily. Her cunt was driving her crazy; her exposed hole felt like it was filled and covered with crawling ants. She could not take her eyes off the screen; there she was, fuck-dancing naked and gleaming with oil, shaking her bare shiny breasts and undulating her glistening shaved pussy as the men stared at her and rubbed their crotches. She vaguely remembered starting the dance, but she could not believe what she was seeing; her own hands pulling her fat white asscheeks apart to show off her rhythmically squeezing asshole, as she swung and shook her bare tits between her widespread legs. The men on the screen howled, and Luanne sobbed--while unconsciously pumping her hips in time to the music. Luanne thought she was losing her mind. This can't be happening. It just can't be. As the scene switched to her squatting on the huge black dildo and shuddering in orgasm, Luanne cried out, "WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?" "Because we could, cunt," said one of the girls, the pig-eyed one. "It was FUN!" "You may be feeling a little funny, Luanne," said Wendy. "Your brownies were full of hashish--and another little item; a ground-up Cantharides beetle. Usually it's called 'Spanish Fly.' We wanted to make sure you enjoyed yourself tonight--and that you're enthusiastic about meeting our guests." "Guests...?" Luanne whimpered. "Later. Do you like your movies? The men do. They made hundreds of copies. You can buy them at dirty bookstores all over town. And we used your real name, too. You're famous, Luanne. You've got a famous sloppy cunthole." Even in her humiliation and despair, Luanne was growing more and more desperate for relief from the fierce, blazing itch in her vagina. "Please--oh, please put something in my pussy..." Her ass was grinding against the sofa cushion, her hips working desperately, pumping her empty cunt on nothing. The girls grinned at each other. "Oh, that will be taken care of, Luanne. Never fear." The girls began to move toward the door. As they looked back at Luanne--shaved, stark naked, and tied wide open, hips hunching hungrily--they smirked and giggled. "Have a nice night, Luanne." "I'm sure you'll feel better by morning." "Don't work too hard." As the girls filed out of the room, Luanne cried out, "Stop! You can't just leave me here like this! What if someone comes?" The girls burst into gales of laughter, but didn't answer. The door closed and Luanne was alone. They had left the videotape playing. On the screen, Luanne watched herself doing naked deep knee bends on that gigantic dildo, bare feet planted flat and quivering thighs close to exhaustion, completely exposed as she impaled her distended hole on its enormous length and girth--and even in her horror and despair at her knowing that hundreds of men had seen her like that, she ached to get on it again. Her big nipples were so hard they hurt, her bare toes were clenched tight, and her insanely itching pussy was swollen and red and dripping-wet. She was conscious of every square inch of her exposed skin, but still unaware of her pumping hips. Her eyes were bloodshot and her mouth dry; she was extremely stoned and achingly, desperately hot to be fucked, though she hardly knew it. The door opened again, and for half a second Luanne's heart leaped with joy--it was all a joke, they were coming back to let her go--and then she saw the men crowding into the room. "Oh, no...." Luanne began to cry again as the men gathered around her, looking down at her and at each other with broad grins, shaking their heads in wonder. The pretty coed was a sight to behold, so pale and curvy and perfect--so naked and wide open--and pumping her generous hips so hard her heavy, pointed breasts quivered in rhythm. "Please help me," Luanne whimpered. "Depends on what kind of help you want, honey," said one of the men. The others laughed. "What can we do for you?" On the screen, Luanne was jerking in orgasm, fingering her cunt frantically and crying out. On the sofa, she struggled hopelessly against her ropes again, and the men watched, grinning and rubbing their crotches. "Please--" she whimpered, "Please--" She meant to say "Untie me," but her stoned gaze was drawn to the screen, and what came out of her mouth was, "Please put something in my pussy!" The men cheered and high-fived each other, and Luanne burst into tears again, weeping bitterly as they began to unbuckle their pants. "Please--I'm a virgin--" she cried, even as her ass levered up and down, pumping her drooling, swollen cunt in front of them all. "We know. We thought Steve here should be the one to break you in, baby. Should make for some good video." for the first time, Luanne saw that four or five of the men were holding camcorders, aimed at her face, her pussy, and her whole naked, tied-wide-open body. "NOOOO!" she cried, as a man stepped in front of her. He was at least six-foot-five, and beefy; his shirt was off, and he was massive and muscular and rubbing his crotch languidly. He was also very black, the color of Hershey's dark chocolate. He grinned at Luanne with teeth that were brilliantly white against his dark skin, and said in a deep, thick bass voice, "Don't worry, Mama. I be treatin' you right." Luanne was bawling like a baby now, sobbing with humiliation and despair--and desperate need. Steve dropped his pants and revealed an enormous black cock, almost as big as the huge dildo Luanne had fucked on camera. It was only half-hard, swinging heavily as he climbed onto the couch and dangled it in the naked girl's face. "Suck on it for a few minutes, white girl," he rumbled, "and I'll put it in your cunt." He spoke as if he were telling her the time. Luanne saw the cameras zoomed in on her face, she saw all the men avidly watching--and she felt her empty pussy, exposed to them all, sizzling and burning like it was being fried in oil. She opened her mouth wide, to cheers and whoops from the watching men. She waited for him to stick that huge black dickhead into her mouth. Luanne slurped and slobbered on it wantonly, licking and sucking and doing her best to bring that huge black dick to full hardness, desperate to feel it inside her. She was so stoned, she even began to show off, desperate for it, kissing and licking it while looking fearfully at the cameras, her mouth smeared and drooling and dripping with spit and pre-cum. Finally, the huge black cock stood at full erection, and Steve took his place in front of Luanne's wide-open thighs. She stared at his dick hungrily, hunching her hips for it. "Please--please--in me," she mewed, half insane with her stoned need. "Say it, baby," growled the big black man that she had never seen before. "Say it and I'll do it." He stroked his iron-hard boner, inches from her pumping, aching hole. Luanne was weeping again, beyond humiliation. She bit her lip and looked helplessly around at the crowd of grinning, merciless men, tears streaming down her face. "SAY IT! SAY IT! SAY IT!" they chanted, as Steve waved his enormous black cock at her open, runny, red hole. "FUCK ME!" she finally burst out, and the men whooped and howled and laughed. "FUCK ME! FUCK MY CUNT! FUCK MY HOT PUSSY WITH YOUR BIG HARD DICK!" As Luanne sobbed in defeat, Steve grinned and stepped forward. Luanne lifted her pussy to him eagerly, and he slid his enormous dickhead up and down her spongy, swollen pussy lips for a moment, making her shudder and jerk. Finally, he said cruelly, "Smile for the cameras while I slide it in, baby! Let's see that pretty white-girl smile!" Poor Luanne struggled to smile, looking at the grinning boys with the camcorders--and Steve slid his huge, bare, black cock into her all the way to his balls in one stroke. The restrained girl cried out and spasmed, still trying to smile for the cameras, as he began to fuck her, sliding it in and out, all the way in and all the way out, pumping her deep. The contrast of her milky-white bare skin with his coal-black was too erotic for words; the sight of her wet pink pussy lips stretching to accomodate his enormous black bone was shockingly obscene, especially with the naked coed's desperate grimacing smile as she lost her precious cherry to a black man she didn't even know. He fucked her for twenty minutes. Luanne slowly stopped crying, and began to puff and gasp, her eyes shut tight as she concentrated on the sweet friction and relief in her blazing-hot hole. Two other guys bent to her lovely breasts and began to suck on her big, tender pink nipples, and Luanne moaned and humped harder on the huge cock stirring her belly. "Oh, yes," she finally began to groan, involuntarily. "Oh, YES--slide it in and out--FUCK me--FUCK me GOOD--suck on my TITTIES--CHEW on my KNOBS--" The men laughed and watched eagerly, their cameras catching naked Luanne's every quiver and cry. The perfect cunt was finally fulfilling her purpose in life. Luanne was still aware of the cameras, but they didn't matter any more. One of the men climbed up and stuck his dick in her face, and Luanne sucked it eagerly as the big black dick pumped and plunged and reamed out her itching hole. When the dick in her mouth began to spurt copiously, Luanne moaned and licked and kissed it as her pretty face was covered with sperm. She didn't even know whose sperm it was, and she didn't care. Steve finally began to shiver. "I'm gonna shoot, baby," he quavered in his deep voice. "I'm gonna shoot in your hot white pussy..." Luanne whimpered and pumped her hips faster, wanting it, wanting his thick white spurts in her brutally violated pussy. "Shoot it--shoot it in me--give it to me--" She squeezed and worked her stretched-tight cuntmuscles on him, caressing his brutal cock with her itching, burning cuntal tube. "Oh, mama, you're milkin' me off," he said for the benefit of the staring men. "You're makin' me shoot--" And he did. Steve grunted and rammed his huge cock into her all the way, and as the cock-crazed naked girl convulsed against her ropes in a shattering, spastic orgasm, he blasted her trembling cervix with hard jets of thick, gooey sperm, so much that it dripped and oozed from her shaved, stretched hole. The cameras caught it in closeup, with Luanne's distorted face in the background, looking at the camera in grimacing, helpless climax. Steve pulled out, and the camera focused in on Luanne's cum-dripping, twitching, open cunthole. She was still humping her ass. "Please, more," she gasped. "Somebody, please--keep fucking me--fuck me--FUCK me--please--" The guys crowded in for their turns. A redheaded boy with an average-sized dick stuck it in using Steve's copious wad as lube, but Luanne spasmed and came again as if it had been a foot long. He only held his sperm back for a minute or so in her clenching, squeezing tube, and then he was replaced by another man who fucked her fast and hard. Luanne didn't even open her eyes to see who was fucking her; she just humped back at him hungrily, pumping her ass and grunting with effort. The third guy finished, and the men released her ropes--and Luanne instantly grabbed her legs beneath her knees and pulled herself open even wider, exhibiting her cum-oozing hole to them all. "Keep fucking me," she croaked. "Don't stop. Fuck me more." She looked around woozily. "I--I want everybody to fuck me. I want all your dicks in my hole. Fuck me all night..." They did. Luanne took cock any way they wanted; she stick her beautiful white ass in the air and took it from behind; she straddled them and pumped her pussy on their dicks, shaking her heavy bare tits in their faces; she squatted naked on their hard-ons and jacked them off with her hole, bouncing her tits to give them a show while she made sure everyone could see her swollen, bald cunt squelching up and down on whoever's cock was in her. Luanne sucked them off with her pretty mouth and jacked them off with her pretty hands and even jiggled her pretty breasts on their cocks, squeezing their dicks between them and milking their cocks till they spurted cum all over her baby face. She took her first cock up her ass as everyone watched, and Luanne came as it slid up her rectum to the delight of the men. She took two dicks at once and loved it, squatting naked between two men with one up her pussy and the other up her asshole--and sucking off a third as she bounced and came. Luanne even took two dicks in her pussy at the same time, shuddering in orgasm and crying out, "I LOVE it!" as they fucked her cunt in unison and the cameras caught it all. She giggled and blew kisses at the cameras as they recorded two cocks shooting in her sperm-sloppy hole. By sunrise, the hashish and Spanish fly had long since worn off. Luanne kept fucking. Her pale, curvy body was shining with sweat and smeared with cum from face to toes. Her nipples were swollen and sore from being sucked and chewed all night, her asshole was red and inflamed, and her pussy was raw. Her clit was as big as a marble, purpilish-red and distended. Luanne was exhausted, trembling with fatigue, but she was still fucking and sucking. Some men from the night before came in for a morning fuck before their classes, adding to the twenty or thirty more that had come in during the night after word had spread that "that pretty girl" was taking on all comers. Luanne fucked for eighteen straight hours without a break. More than three hundred loads had been spurted in her pussy, in her mouth, between her tits, up her ass, and on her face. Many men had taken her more than once, sitting back to watch the show till they were hard again and ready to take another turn. About two in the afternoon, Wendy and some of the other Deltas came in to look at her. They found Luanne as the last of the men had left her, lying naked in a pool of thickening sperm on the floor. She was smeared and splotched with it from matted hair to sticky feet, and her face was gooey from hairline to chin. She was half-unconscious, dozing in exhausted torpor. As the girls came in and stood around her, she looked up wearily. "Well, cunt. Did you make some new friends last night? Looks like you made a lot." The naked girl blinked at them stupidly. They waited, smirking, for her to burst into tears--and then, to their shock, she smiled. "I sure did. You made me a fucking slut, all right. A fucking whore. A naked cunthole." She laughed. "And I love it! Every man on this campus wants my pussy--and he can have it! I LOVE fucking and sucking dick and taking it up the ass. I'm a famous sloppy cunthole, like you said--but that's all I want to be now!" Luanne had been thinking for hours after the drugs wore off, even as she fucked. And she had changed, and made a decision. She grinned at the stunned girls, licking a dribble of cum from her mouth that had run down from her forehead. Then she laughed again. "I got more dick last night than all of you put together will ever get in your whole lives! How does THAT make you feel?" Laughing at the girls' confusion, Luanne sat up and wiped a blob of sperm from her breast--and ate it as they watched. "I'm still prettier than any of you will ever be in your wildest dreams. I have a body that any of you would kill for. And now every man here wants to fuck me and knows he can do it whenever he wants. You thought you were sending me to Hell?" She laughed at them. "Wrong! It's Heaven, you mean, ugly bitches! You meant to hurt me, and you did--but that girl is gone. You killed her. Now I'm a happy fucking slut, and you're all just mean, ugly bitches that no man will ever want!" As the girls left in confusion, she laughed at them and called out, "Enjoy it, you empty cunts! Everybody knows what you did to me! I'll be a happy whore, but the only ones who'll need to be ashamed are YOU!" Luanne dropped out of school, of course, but stayed nearby in her own apartment--giving gangbang parties at $50 a cock. The men paid gladly; Luanne, with her pale, perfect body and childlike, innocent face, would entertain them with stripteases and amazingly lewd, stark-naked dances, then gaily flop on her bed with her lovely legs spread wide and chirp, "Line up, boys! Who's first?" A private session was $200; all night with her was $500, and she was worth every dime. Bring her a joint and you would get the best fuck you've ever had, but even straight she was amazing. She could make a 70-year-old man shoot five wads in one night, and revel in every second of it. She claimed copyright on the videotapes the Deltas had made of her, as well as the tapes of her virgin gangbang--it was easy to get a cut from the stores where they were being sold; she just had to point out that she was underage and the tapes were illegal. After she found a distributor, those cruel, hidden-camera tapes of her exposure and violation became a bestselling series on DVD. Between those and her earnings as a gangbang whore, Luanne was getting seriously rich. Beautiful, innocent-looking Luanne loved being fucked, loved being gangfucked even more, and loved being tied up and gangfucked hard even more than that; but her greatest pleasure? Most of all, Luanne loved driving by the campus in her Aston Martin convertible and designer clothes and sticking her tongue out at the Deltas as they trudged to class. She knew it was childish, but it always made her laugh. The End

Hayley's Second Photoshoot by Englishanon Hayley reveals a lot more on her second photoshoot. After the previous evening, Hayley was absolutely buzzing in anticipation at the thought of doing another photo shoot with Pete. She had enjoyed the first one so much, and despite previously thinking that posing nude was tacky and for, in her own words, ‘cheap sluts who don’t respect themselves,’ the experience from the day before had completely changed her perspective. The thrill she had experienced was intoxicating, and she could not wait to repeat it later when she finished work. The day seemed to drag for her, since all she could think about was the photoshoot that she was going to do later, and when it finally came time to finish, Hayley’s stomach began to turn in anticipation. The drive home was a blur as she raced through traffic, eager to get ready and head round to Pete’s house again. So she was pleasantly surprised to find out that Dan had already sorted a bag full of lingerie sets for her to wear. This gave her a little extra time in the shower to ensure she was ready, and as she was, Dan said he had laid some clothes out for her on the bed. Once she was out and starting to dry herself, Hayley looked at the outfit he had set out for her. Despite the fact that she hated having small boobs, Hayley still owned some non-padded bras, just to wear for Dan, since he had always told her he preferred them to the padded ones. He had selected one of these, similar set to the one she wore the day, and the matching thong, although this was a little more revealing than she remembered, since it was again almost see-through, and she had only worn it once for his Dan’s birthday. She put the underwear on and looked at herself in the mirror. Her toned, petite five-foot-two frame was a body a lot of girls would kill for, but she immediately felt conscious of how much was visible through the garments. ‘I don’t know about this…’ she thought, before finally convincing herself that there was a possibility she could end up nude, if she did, Pete would see everything anyway. Dan had also laid out a dress, which was more of a ‘going clubbing when single’ dress than anything, being short and quite revealing. After putting it on, she walked into the living room where Dan was sitting watching tv, and as soon as he saw her, a big smile hit his face. “You look so sexy! I’m guessing you’re also wearing the underwear I left out?” He gushed, amazed that the girl he loved, who was conscious of her body, was about to go to do a photoshoot wearing what she was. “If you can call it underwear. I forgot how see through it is! Are you sure you want me to let him see and photograph me wearing that?” she asked. “Are you joking? I loved it when you wore that on my birthday. You look so sexy in it. Besides, I told you, I want you to let him see and photograph you in a lot less than that…” Dan replied. “I know you do! Most guys would never even dream of letting another guy see their girlfriend in her underwear, and yet you, you kinky bastard, you want to let another guy photograph yours naked!” She laughed back, still pretty nervous at what Dan was hoping she would do, and worried if she would have the guts to follow it through. In addition to several different lingerie sets from yesterday, Hayley noticed that Dan had even thought to put in a few pairs of high heels as she picked the bag up to leave, and she kissed him goodbye. “Enjoy yourself, and do whatever you like. If you don’t want to go topless or nude, you don’t have to. I really hope you do, but don’t feel like you have to.” He told her. “Oh, and I’ve put a surprise in the bag for when you’re there. Have fun!” As Pete lived pretty close to her and Dan’s flat, she arrived a few minutes early, and after a quick cigarette to calm her nerves, jumped out of the car and headed in, as he had seen her arrive and was waiting at the door. “Hi, Hayley! Love the dress! You look great!” He said as they walked in. Like the previous day, he offered her a drink, and returned with a can of coke as she sat in his living room, emotions flitting between excited and nervous and excited again. “So, Dan said yesterday that you loved the shoot, and judging by the fact you’re here again and wanting to do another, I can only assume that he was telling the truth. To be honest, I haven’t had a chance to look at or do anything with the pictures we took yesterday, I’ve been that busy, but hopefully, I’ll get chance at the weekend to sort all of them out.” Pete said, to which Hayley nodded in agreement as she took a sip of her drink. “Ok, so I am guessing by looking at what you’ve got in the bag, you’re wanting to do a few more lingerie sets like yesterday?” He asked. “Yeah. I think that for the first one though, Dan wants me to start off in this dress and take it off during, is that ok?” She replied. “Absolutely fine. Why don’t we head upstairs and you can get yourself sorted whilst I get the camera ready, and we’ll get started. No point wasting time, is there?” He said, standing up and leading the way again as Hayley picked up her bag and drink and followed. “Again, I’ll be recording the shoot on video.” Hayley’s mind was in a million places as they headed up to the first floor, entering the small room she used for changing as Pete went into the main bedroom. She put the bag on the floor, and dropped her light jacket near it, before slipping off the flat shoes she wore to drive and pulling a pair of heels from the bag. Walking into the bedroom, she could still feel the nerves panging, but was a lot more relaxed than the day before, possibly helped by the fact that she was still wearing a dress, rather than just lingerie. Like before, Pete started off just taking random pictures to settle her down, and once she was again used to being in front of the camera, starting prompting her into poses as he began taking the more serious pictures. “Erm, do you want to say when you want me to take the dress off? I don’t know when to, so if you let me know, I can do that.” She said, slightly nervy, but also eager to move towards the lingerie pictures. “It’s completely up to you,” Pete said. “If you want to start slowly removing it now, that’s absolutely fine, or if you want some more pictures in it, that is ok too.” Hearing that, she said she was happy to take it off now, and he began giving instructions so that it was done slowly and sexily, giving him the best pictures he could get. Once she was out of the dress, she initially kept her back to him like she had done last time, mainly because she knew how transparent the underwear was, as his camera kept beeping. As she again relaxed into the shoot, her posing loosened up a lot, and it wasn’t long before she began to feel the same urge that she had felt the day before, the urge to take things a bit further. It was as if Pete could sense it too, as he suggested utilising the large mirror on the wall, which was when she had taken off her bra the last time. Although she didn’t do that, she did move to stand in front of it and put her hands down to cover her thong, whilst he was behind her, only just of the reflected image, and took a few pictures. He continued taking pictures from behind as she began to turn again, slowly starting to face the camera until she had done a complete 180-degree turn, and he was now photographing her from front, the mirror also giving the shot her back. He was regularly giving her compliments as he clicked away, and these were raising her confidence that much, she decided it was time to take the bra off. She turned her back again, so that she was facing the mirror, and without even thinking about the transparency of her thong, reached around and unfastened her bra, holding it in place as she took her arms out of the straps whilst Pete continued taking pictures, before dropping it and covering her boobs with her hands. Pete kept giving small directions as he snapped away, ensuring she kept herself covered up until such a time when she was ready to reveal herself, if that point ever came. Moving closer to the mirror, Hayley pressed herself against it and moved her hands, finally allowing herself to be truly topless, even if she was using the mirror to cover her boobs. Feeling a surge of adrenaline rush through her, she suggested to Pete that he move from behind her to the side, enabling him to capture several images of her body pressing against the glass, before pushing off the mirror slightly, slowly revealing her left breast to his side on shots. “Oh, yes, that is so sexy!” He called out as she gradually lifted her body off the mirror. In less than five pictures, Hayley was now standing away from the mirror other than her hands on it as though she was pushing it, and Pete was still on her left. Each shot he took was, as far as Hayley knew, uncharted territory, as it was the first time she had ever willingly allowed someone to take photographs of her exposed breasts. As Hayley moved further away from the mirror, Pete too changed his position, gradually working his way back to almost behind Hayley, who’s heart was thumping as she made no attempt to cover her chest as he captured image after image of her from the back. She watched him in the reflection as his camera kept beeping, indicating that another image had been taken. She couldn’t help but keep thinking that not only was she completely topless in front of a man that wasn’t her boyfriend, giving him a reflected view of her bare breasts that she had hidden from everybody, he was also photographing her. After a few minutes, she again began turning around each time he took a picture, although unlike before, this time she was fully aware of what she was doing. As she slowly turned, she stopped at the point where she was giving Pete a square-on shot in the reflection, and remained like that for a few seconds, only moving her arms or hands to ensure that he captured multiple pictures of her, before resuming her rotation. Like the previous day, she slowly turned each shot until she was again side-on to him, although unlike before, this time she was making no attempt to cover her breasts up. She stayed in a side-on profile for a few seconds, and then continued, her heart racing as Pete eventually captured several fully topless pictures of her, face on. Once Hayley had ‘crossed that bridge’, she gradually started to calm down internally, and her confidence grew each time Pete gave her a compliment or a little encouragement. They did multiple pictures in various locations and positions around the bedroom, and Hayley was absolutely loving the thrill of another man seeing her topless, when she found herself back by the mirror again. “Do you want to do some bum shots like we did yesterday?” Pete asked. “That’s exactly what I was thinking,” Hayley said, turning her back to him and looking over her shoulder as took another picture. As Hayley moved around, playing with the waistband on the thong she was wearing, Pete had also changed his positions until he had managed to wind up behind her again. Due to where he was, each picture he took that was focussed on Hayley’s bum, was also capturing her front in the reflection in the mirror, something that he incorrectly assumed she was aware of. Much to his surprise and without any encouragement or suggestion, he kept taking photos as Hayley continued looking over her shoulder at the camera, never once taking her gaze from it, and gradually lowered the thong to just beneath her bum cheeks. Unlike yesterday, where she had only pulled the back of it down at first, essentially pulling a ‘moony’ to the camera, this time she had pushed the whole thing down. She continued playing with the band as she kept going, leaning forward and sticking her bum out towards Pete, until she had pushed it down to her knees. Once it was there, she stood up straight, moved her feet to shoulder-width apart, and put her hands on her hips. She never stopped looking over her shoulder at Pete and the camera as she inadvertently fulfilled Dan’s wish, changing her position slightly each time he took another picture of her, before moving her legs together and allowing her thong to drop to the floor. “Oh wow! That is so sexy! You look incredible!” Pete told her. He took almost twenty pictures of her in various poses from where he was, each of them capturing her full frontal nude in the mirror's reflection, before moving to the left a couple of steps. This meant losing the reflection, but letting him get her boobs into the main part as she turned her top half towards him slightly. He suggested she stood leaning against the edge of the mirror, keeping her back to where he now was, and took a few more pictures of her from behind, including the reflection. “Oh, that’s great. I love that!” He said as she again posed in different ways, enabling him to capture everything twice due to the reflection. Like she had done multiple times before, Hayley was again unaware that she was slowly turning towards the camera each time she heard a beep, and despite starting with her back completely to him, she was now almost side-on. Pete, however, had noticed, and even though he had maintained complete professionalism throughout the shoot, he was still a male in his early twenties. Pete had always considered himself average looking. He wasn’t the hottest guy in the room, but was far from the ugliest as well. Despite this, his chosen hobby had enabled him to get to see and photograph in varying states of undress, multiple girls that he would have classed as out of his league, and knowing they were someone else’s girlfriend, just made it even sweeter for him. He had done several full frontal nude sets with other female models before, and now, there was currently a different, gorgeous girl completely naked in front of him, letting him take photographs of her. Not long ago, he had been taking shots of her topless, wearing a thong transparent enough to let him see that she kept a landing strip. Shortly after that, he had photographed her completely naked in a mirror, but this had only served to whet his appetite, and at that point, more than anything, he desperately wanted to see and shoot another her full frontal nude. Rather than trying to push the issue, he decided to continue as he was, taking picture after picture as she absentmindedly turned, finally reaching a side-on view again. This was enough for him to again get a frontal shot of her in the mirror, and as she paused in that position for a couple of shots, he felt a pang of disappointment that possibly that was as far as she would go. That feeling immediately left though, as once his camera beeped for the third time of her in that position, she started moving again, each beep revealing more and more of Hayley’s naked form. Initially, she had only exposed herself in the mirror, but as his camera continued capturing everything, more and more of her became visible to his lens without the need for the reflection. First, her left breast, and as she turned, both boobs came into his shot, until she was almost three quarters on to him. It wasn’t only Hayley’s heart that was now pounding, Pete’s was absolutely thumping in his chest as he snapped each image, edging closer towards the picture he coveted. He pressed the button again, before pausing to look at the picture on the screen. It wasn’t quite what he hoped for, and whilst it was technically a full-frontal shot, thanks again to her reflection, he wanted to see everything without the aid of the mirror. It still showed Hayley completely naked, both breasts fully in view, and even though the top of the small strip of pubic hair she kept was partly visible, her hips were still angled away from him, and her left thigh was raised slightly, shielding her most intimate region from his eyes. “Wow! That is such a great shot! You look so good there!” He said, unintentionally causing Hayley to realise that she was almost facing him, and instinctively turning away a little. Hayley was now a little flushed, suddenly thinking that even though Dan was hoping she would let Pete see everything, she was still a little unsure, and had almost done so without realising. She suggested a change of underwear, which even though it was to Pete’s disappointment, he enthusiastically agreed and turned around, allowing Hayley to pick up her discarded clothing and retreat into the small room next door to put something else on. Once inside the room, she pushed the door to, and took a deep breath, thinking about how she had almost let him see her completely naked, and found her stomach full of butterflies. She had never done anything like this in her life before this week, and yet a few seconds ago, a man she met one day ago had not only almost seen her completely naked, face on, but also taken pictures of her. Whilst she put on a different bra and thong, she was still internally debating whether she would actually follow through on Dan’s request to let him see her fully nude or not. It didn’t once occur to her that thanks to the mirror, he already possessed a multitude of pictures that showed everything, and after another deep breath, she returned into the bedroom for the next set. The next set lasted roughly twenty minutes, and despite how far she had gone in the first set, she didn’t even go topless. This was possibly due to the fact that she wasn’t keen on the underwear she was wearing. So when Pete suggested another change, she almost ran to put something else on. She rummaged through the bag, slightly unimpressed by most of what Dan had put in for her, as they didn’t really make her feel very sexy, until she came across the small bag containing the surprise he mentioned. Opening it, she found it contained an underwear set she hadn’t seen before, with a note attached – ‘Took half a day from work and decided to get you this. Not trying to pressure you, but I’d love to see some pictures where you start off wearing this, and finish wearing nothing. Love you XX’. She took the garments out of the bag, and as she looked at them, was genuinely surprised that Dan had brought them for her. The bra was the 32b size she wore, and fitted absolutely perfectly, if she was being honest. But the material was almost completely see-through, a lot more so than anything else she had worn previously. Once she put the bra on, she pulled out the thong, and discovered that it was even more of a revelation. The waistband was an extremely thin length of material, much finer than most normal underwear waistbands, but part at the front that was normally a fabric triangle to cover her pubic region, was only an outline from the material, with roughly an inch or so of the same, almost see-through material from the bra, at the bottom to cover her intimate place. Putting it on, she looked at herself in the mirror, fully expecting to think it looked tacky and hate it, but was actually amazed at how sexy she felt when she saw herself. Yes, it was a lot less than she would ever dream of wearing normally, but there was something about it that made her feel incredible. As she twisted and turned in front of the mirror, she had an idea, and decided to bring it up with Pete when she went for the next shoot. After a few moments, she decided to go for it… But not yet, instead, making her mind up that she would wear that for the last shoot of the night. She went back to the bag, hoping to find something she liked to put on for the next set, and did exactly that. Hidden underneath the bag that contained Dan’s ‘surprise gift’, was a black and emerald green set that Hayley loved. She would rate them as one of her top three sexiest underwear sets that she owned. She quickly took off the new set she had just tried on, and changed into the black/green ones, before returning to the bedroom, where Pete again commented on how great she looked. “Quick question, before we start,” Hayley said. “That big mirror in the room I’ve been changing in, can we bring that in here and use it as well? I loved using this mirror on the wall, and thought we could lean that one against this at a right angle, sticking out, so that it gave two reflections? It was really exhilarating earlier, when you were shooting from behind me, knowing you were also seeing my boobs in the reflection. If you don’t want to, or can’t, don’t worry, but I thought it would be quite a cool idea.” “Do you know, I actually thought about that earlier, but didn’t say anything in case you thought it was a bit much. Absolutely we can, hang on a second,” Pete replied, before disappearing out of the room and returning a few seconds later, carrying the massive mirror. As Hayley had suggested, he put it against the wall and leaned it on the frame of the existing mirror, before standing a chair behind it to make sure it didn’t fall over, creating a half box type enclosure, complete with double reflective surfaces inside. The shoot started off with her in front of the mirrors, and despite how much Hayley liked the green and black underwear, she had soon taken the bra off and was happily posing topless, knowing that no matter which way she faced, every picture contained her bare boobs, which was reinstating the thrill she had earlier. After almost ten minutes, Pete suggested they do some shots on the bed, and although she was slightly disappointed, she agreed. At first, they were innocuous enough, and Pete had moved around the bed to his left, Hayley’s right, suggesting she start kneeling upright. From his new position, the mirrors were in a direct line behind Hayley, meaning he was also capturing her back in the reflections with each picture A few moments later, Hayley reached down and adjusted her thong a little, resulting in him saying, "That was hot. Do you want to just play with the waistband a little bit? It gave a real teasing effect when you did that." Hearing this, Hayley repeated the action, gently tugging the band down a little to reveal a slightly more each time. The thong was nowhere near as see-through as the first one she wore, meaning she revealed a lot less when face on. However, there were several times when it was low enough to just about show the top of her landing strip. Changing it up a little, she went down on to all fours, as Pete stayed in front of her, her small boobs hanging down and her bum sticking out in the reflection behind her. “Oh wow. That looks great! I don’t know if you know it, but the mirrors are giving a great reflection of your bum from here,” Pete told her, unsure if he was about to ruin things for himself. On the contrary, Hayley laughed, having not realised that was the case, and quickly went back on to her knees, pulled the waistband of her thong down at the back until it was beneath her bum cheeks again, and returned to being on all fours. Pete took several more pictures of her like this, before suggesting she lay flat on her stomach, which she did, and left the thong under her bum, letting him get some shots of her like that. “Do you know, from here, it looks like you’re naked. All I can see of your thong is a small bit of material by your hips, but the rest of it is completely out of sight,” He said, again worrying afterwards if his comment would result in her pulling it back up. Like the last time, Hayley just smiled coyly, and without really thinking about it, suggested taking it down further. Pete was never going to say no, and she fumbled around on her front until she had her legs bent up at the knee, and the thong was around her ankles, at which point Pete restarted taking pictures. Hayley began getting into it again, and he took several shots of her playfully pulling on the thong while it still had her crossed feet in it, before taking it off altogether, and after a few more pictures of her holding it by her head, tossed it away. Once her thong was well away from her, Hayley continued posing in various ways that ensured it was clear she was nude, but still not quite giving a full-frontal picture, even in the reflections. Pete had managed to get several more where she was turned towards him, but she had just stopped short each time, much to his disappointment. Hayley was kneeling on the bed, almost side-on, but facing slightly more towards him. Her left leg was a little more forward than her right, and was twisting her top half around, meaning that both boobs were in the pictures, and again, the slightest view of her pubic hairline was visible. “Oh, yes, that’s great. So sexy!” Pete said. “Can we do some more by the mirrors?” She asked, leaving him unsure if he should feel glad or disappointed, since he had almost got the shot he craved, but knew the mirrors would make it highly likely he would get more reflected nude shots. Pete nodded, and Hayley again turned away from him and climbed off the bed, immediately putting her hands between her legs to cover her as she took the few steps back to where the mirrors were. She started off facing him this time, but kept both hands in front of her pussy, still preventing Pete from getting the shot he wanted. “You look so great! Do you want to turn around again, so I can get some more of your bum in the main shot?” He suggested. Hayley smiled a big grin, and immediately turned away from him, keeping her hands covering herself at first, but as she relaxed more, was soon moving them around, although only one at any given time, the other one remaining in place. She didn’t mind as Pete moved around a bit whilst taking the pictures, taking pictures from all available angles, and just as he thought she would keep herself covered up for the rest of the shoot, her other hand moved away. He clicked immediately, capturing not only her entire back in the main shot, but her fully nude front in the reflection again. Remembering that any time he spoke before, Hayley had quickly turned away or covered herself up, he decided to remain quiet this time, a tactic that was soon rewarded. Like so many times before, Hayley once again began turning each time his camera beeped, and thanks to the addition of the second mirror and her no longer keeping a hand in front of herself, every shot now had a fully nude shot of her, thanks to the reflections. He remained quiet as she again reached a side-on view to him, leaving him unsure if she either didn’t realise, or didn’t care, that the pictures he was currently taking contained not only her from the side, but also reflections of both her bum, and full front. Praying internally that this was to be it, Pete kept shooting as she continued to move a little more each time the beep indicated another photograph had been taken, gradually achieving the same ‘almost there’ position that she did in the first shoot, which seemed so long ago now. Looking through the lens, he could see how close he actually was. Currently, in the frame, he was capturing both boobs, stomach, and could even see the majority of her landing strip. One step to his left, possibly even a small lean, and he would get the shot. He wanted so badly to tell her, ‘turn a fraction more,’ since if she did, he would get the shot. His mind was a mess of indecision about what to do, since he desperately wanted that picture, but after a momentary hesitation, he realised that if he moved or said anything, Hayley would likely turn away. He pressed the button again, thinking that if that was the closest he came, he could still see almost everything, and he at least also had the reflection pictures. To his disappointment, Hayley did move, but not how he was hoping. Instead, she tilted her head back, and putting her hands in her hair, as well as closing her eyes. ‘Please please please,’ he thought, pressing the button again and again, capturing three or four pictures of her like this as the digital beeps rang out. Once again, his heart was absolutely racing in hope and anticipation, and as the fourth beep sounded, she resumed turning exactly how he was hoping she would. Pete's hand was almost shaking at this point, and even though she was only giving the very slightest view of her pussy to him in a shot that wasn’t a reflection, it was still more than ever before. As he pressed the button again, she edged round even further, and within four beeps, he finally had the picture he wanted – full frontal. Both of her boobs, along with her previously unseen pussy, were on full display to him. Whether she intended to or not, Hayley was now showing Pete everything. He couldn’t help but smile to himself, but continued pressing the button to get more pictures, fully aware that Hayley could turn away at any point, and he wanted to make sure he had plenty of pictures of her revealing it all. Once she was completely face-on to Pete, Hayley stopped turning, but still kept changing her pose slightly each time the camera beeped. Despite the fact that Dan had said he would love it for her to let Pete see her completely naked, in her mind, she was still building herself up to doing that in the next set, by stripping from the almost non-existent underwear Dan had brought for her. Once she opened her eyes and saw she was square on, her heart began thumping as hard as Pete’s still was, the realisation immediately hitting her that she had turned around a little more than she intended to, and Dan’s wish had been fulfilled. Almost every instinct inside Hayley was now telling her to turn around or to cover herself up, because not only was a man she met one day ago standing before her as she was completely naked, he was also taking pictures, the first time in her life anyone had taken nude photos of her. Despite this, she could feel herself completely understanding why Dan had wanted her to do it. Once the initial moment of panic/terror/embarrassment passed, it turned, just as quickly into nerves, and a couple of beeps later, into adrenaline. The rush of excitement coursed through her body as Pete captured picture after picture of her exposed form, and as it did, she felt herself becoming extremely turned on. She quickly became used to being naked. She found it freeing that, after all of the time she had spent covering her body up and making her boobs look significantly bigger than they were, she was allowing someone to take pictures of her in an undressed and completely exposed state. Unexpectedly, she found herself wanted to stay like this and let him keep going, but remembered the last set of underwear that Dan had brought for her was in the next room, and she now couldn't wait to get that shoot done ‘exactly as he asked’, meaning she would wear them at the start, and end by not wearing anything. “So, Dan brought me a set of lingerie to wear at some point. I had decided to wear them for the last set, so shall we do them now?” She said, to Pete’s disappointment. “Yeah sure. It’s your shoot, Hayley. You can change sets whenever you like,” He replied, keeping his disappointment hidden. “The thing is, he dared me to start off the shoot wearing it, and end it by not wearing anything. He wants me to pose fully nude, but I don’t want to want take too long to take anything off, and don’t want to do it too quickly either. I know you said you don’t normally ask a girl to remove anything, but I want you to tell me when. Just say something like, ‘OK, can you take off the bra,’ or, 'do you want to take off the thong?’ Or something like that. Basically, I want you to tell me what to do this time, and I want to make it really sexy for him. So if you have any ideas of how you want me to pose, just say,” She told him. “Er, ok. Sure I can do that,” He responded, his heart thumping as he knew he would again be getting more full-frontal shots. Hayley quickly went into the small room and put on the garments Dan had brought for her, and not being able to check herself in the mirror because it was in the main bedroom like she requested, returned a few moments later, wearing the revealing underwear. “Oh, wow!” Pete said, half laughing, half choking in amazement at what she had on. “That is really sexy. Although, I'm amazed anyone would buy their gorgeous girlfriend something that revealing to wear for a photoshoot,” He said, immediately scolding himself internally that his comment sounded almost like he was completely inexperienced, and could have made Hayley self-conscious. Hayley just remarked that Dan was ‘a strange one’, and asked where he wanted to get started. Pete suggested they start and end the set in the doorway, which Hayley thought sounded good to her, and moved back as his camera again beeped into life once more. Hayley knew how little the underwear covered, and what was covered, wasn’t really covered, due to how see-through the material was. But after the thrill of being completely nude in the last set, she was a lot less concerned about how much was on show. If she were to tell the truth, she was only wearing these for Dan’s benefit, and couldn’t wait to get down to some really sexy pictures for him. She had started the set with her back towards Pete like she did pretty much every time, but this time, she didn’t take very long to turn around to be facing him. He clicked away as she posed in the lingerie, her nipples clearly visible through the bra, and landing strip completely uncovered thanks to the open design on the front of the thong. As she stood for the pictures in the doorway, Hayley noticed that bedroom was actually a lot bigger than she had previously realised, and after a quick look around, began to see various things that she could utilise in this, or possible future shoots, such as the wooden chair, a footstool, and an ottoman. After a few minutes, she stepped into the room and moved to the dressing table, where the chair she saw a few moments ago, was tucked in. Despite wanting to give instructions, Pete remained quiet as he kept shooting. Not because he wanted to, but because almost every time he thought of something, it was as if Hayley read his mind, and did pretty much exactly what he thought without him needing to give any direction, or even say anything at all. He took plenty of pictures of her on and around the dressing table, and when she sat on the wooden chair, Pete decided to start ramping it up a bit. “Oh, that’s good. Do you want to lose the bra now?” He said, immediately wondering if he had said it too soon. Apparently he hadn’t, as Hayley simply reached back and undid the clasp, before dropping it on the floor. She remained on the chair for several shots, Pete moving each time to change the angles and lighting, before he decided to see if she was prepared to go a little further still as he stepped back a couple of small paces. “Ok, do you want to stand up and put your foot up on to the chair?” He suggested, which Hayley again did. “Yes, that’s really nice. Really sexy!” Despite the fact she had technically done what he said, Hayley had put the leg closest to him on the chair, so after a few pictures like that, he got her to switch. This meant she was again in a side-on view, but she had turned her top half towards him, giving him more pictures of her boobs every time. “Ok, now, just turn so that you’re facing me, but keep the foot on the chair," He said, clicking away as she did as instructed. Due to how she was standing and the design of the thong, every picture was not just showing her boobs, but the transparency of the garment meant that her pussy was also clearly visible. He took multiple pictures of her in that position, only suggesting she moved her arms, hands, and head, before testing the water of her going further still. “These look great. You look incredible. Now, do you want to sit down, straddling the chair so that you’re facing me.” Again, Hayley didn’t seem to think as she did what he asked, putting her leg to the other side of the wooden seat and sitting down. The chair itself was a very simple thing, a wooden frame that had no back, except for two thin slats across the top, meaning that nothing of her was really hidden. Pete again clicked away, thinking of how great it would be if even though the thong was basically see-through, it wasn’t there at all, before suggesting she move on to the bed. She again started by lying on her stomach as Pete took shots from each angle by slowly circling around her until he returned to his starting point by her head. “This is some great stuff. You look incredible. Do you want to take the thong off now?” He more suggested than asked. Despite how in the last set she had been completely naked and Pete had seen everything, she was now back to being a little shy. She fumbled underneath herself until she had at her ankles, her legs bent up at the knee as Pete suggested she leave her feet in it and stretch the garment a little. Doing this meant that because of how her body was twisted, her boobs were again visible for his camera, but this no longer bothered her. Instead, it only served to give her a thrill. A few moments later, the thong was completely off, and she posed with it in her hands for several pictures before tossing it on the floor near to the door. “Just push up on to your elbows, yes, like that,” Pete said, as Hayley responded. Her small breasts were completely visible above the crossed arms she was leaning on, and both feet were still in the air. Her legs were crossed at the ankle like they were when she was posing with her thong. Pete was a few steps away from the bed, but still positioned near her head, and was standing up, giving him a better vantage point to capture her entire body as he took a few more pictures. “Ok, just put your legs down flat on the bed, and open them out a little bit.” He directed. Again, Hayley immediately responded, and although when he said to open them out a little bit, he was thinking to put her feet roughly shoulder-width apart, she had spread them wider. Not complaining, he snapped a couple more pictures, before moving one step to his left, and taking another. This was what he had done before when he circled around the bed, and when Hayley didn’t say anything, he took another step and then another picture. Hayley was now absolutely brimming with confidence as he made his way around the bed, regularly hearing him say how sexy or gorgeous she looked, and was thinking how much she wanted this to be true for when she showed Dan the pictures. She didn’t know how many photos he took as he worked his way back to by her head, nor did she care, instead, once he was back to where he started, she took a deep breath, put her legs together, and then rolled over. She kept looking at the camera as Pete snapped away, fully aware that now, for the first time in her life, she was intentionally, and willingly, revealing herself completely. She knew that earlier on, she had done it, but in her mind, that was a mistake. An accident. She had meant to turn towards him and let him get some ‘almost’ pictures of her, but never intended to show everything. This time, she was consciously choosing to do it, and she felt so aroused by doing so. Pete remained near to her head, but moved around from side to side as he took picture after picture of her, occasionally giving instructions, like to cup her boobs, or put her arms out to the side. As much as the adrenaline in Hayley’s system was flowing every time she heard a beep, Pete’s was exactly the same, and his heart didn’t seem to be able to stop thumping in his chest. “You look absolutely amazing. I love it!” Pete said as he clicked another shot. “Just bring your feet up, and can you put them together so that the soles are against each other? I think that would look really sexy.” Thinking about what he meant for a second, Hayley then wasted no time in doing as he asked, her legs forming a diamond shape, flat against the bed as Pete voiced various ideas and instructions for what to do with her arms. It wasn’t only Hayley that was now full of confidence. Pete was also feeling it surge through his body with every press of the button or suggestion he made, which Hayley was following to the letter, and seeing her laying how she was, his mind was rapidly moving past a lingerie/topless/nude shoot. Once her hands were behind her head, he knew that the picture he had just taken was incredible. She looked like an angel, laying on her back, with her legs parted wide open to allow her feet to be touching at the soles like he had asked. Her breasts were barely noticeable on her chest, only just detectable if wasn’t for the nipples that resembled pencil erasers, standing proud, indicating their presence. Beneath them was an abdomen that was flat, toned from years of dancing, which housed her cute ‘innie’ type belly button. From his camera's view, her pronounced landing strip was also clearly displayed, adorning her pubic mound, unlike any girl he had previously photographed. Hayley was the fifth girl he had shot to have gone nude, but she was the first that kept any pubic hair, since the other four, including Kelly, were completely shaved or waxed. He had got plenty of pictures that contained her intimate grooming so far, including quite a lot in the previous set where he finally got the full-frontal shot he had been craving. Despite having wanted that picture since the day before and finally getting it, how she was laying now offered a completely new, and exciting possibility, and there was no way he was going to let it pass if he could avoid it. His head immediately filled with the thought of getting the picture from the other end of the bed, a potential first for him, and he decided to go for it. “Arch your shoulders up a bit, pushing your boobs out,” He said, as he took a step to his left. “What boobs? Hahaha,” Hayley responded, but did as he instructed. “Yes, that’s it, hold that,” He instructed, taking another step after each picture. Within a few shots, he was level with her hips, and told her to put her shoulders back down flat, and focusing the camera towards her face for a couple of pictures as he paused moving and had her look directly into the lens. “Tell you what, put your head down flat on the bed. Just chuck the pillows on the floor,” He told her, watching as she did so, before taking another picture and stepping back slightly. “Ok, tip your head back and stare straight at the wall,” He said, taking another step back slightly before taking the shot this time. Her hands were still behind her head, which was tilted back like Pete wanted. So, because he had taken several shots like that, he told her to stretch her arms out to the sides, changing it up a little bit. As she did what he said, he took another small step back, and pressed the button again, capturing the shot. His latest step back had put him level with her knees, still wide apart so that her feet were touching at the bottom, and giving him an unrestricted view at her most intimate area. “Ok, bring your hands back in so that they are against the side of your head,” He said, taking a bigger step this time, putting him almost at the end of the bed before taking the picture. Unbelievably, he hadn’t taken the zoom off from when he had focussed the pictures on her face, and knew that if he had, he would now be in possession of a picture like he had previously never taken. Undeterred, he corrected his minor mistake, and his next step took him around the end of the bed, putting him almost directly in line with Hayley. His heart was still pounding as he pressed the button, and for the first time in his life, the beep indicated he had accomplished a personal first. Not only had he taken a picture of a model that nude, but her legs were spread open, and her lady-flower was being displayed in all its glory. Knowing that Hayley could just as quickly close her legs or change position, he quickly took a couple more, just to make sure. “Oh, that’s a beautiful shot, really sexy. Do you want to bring your hands down so that you’re just tweaking your nipples slightly,” He said, secretly hoping that his comment wouldn’t cause her to move. Hayley again did as asked, not paying attention to where Pete was now standing as he took each picture, first tweaking at her nipples, before tugging them as per his next request. The next ten or so shots were all taken from that position, Pete capturing image after image of her flat on her back with her legs spread wide for him. Time had not really been on either of their minds as the shoot had been ongoing, but looking at the clock on the wall and seeing it read twenty to ten, he knew that unfortunately, the shoot would need to wind up soon. With that in mind, and although he didn’t want to, he suggested to Hayley that they work their way back towards the door where they were intending to end the shoot. The did a few more shots using the mirrors, although not many as this had plenty from the last set, before Hayley reproduced her earlier poses on the dressing table and chair, again straddling the chair and giving him another few pictures of her with legs spread, before being in the doorway. Unlike before, she was now facing Pete as he snapped away, collecting more and more full-frontal images as Hayley’s heart continued racing at the naughtiness of it, before he took the final shot of the night, finishing off with her back to him in the same pose as the first shot, although this time, wearing nothing. By the time Hayley had re-dressed and left, it was almost quarter past ten, meaning the shoot had gone on for around three and a half hours, and after closing the door to her, Pete again rushed upstairs and began transferring all of the files to his laptop, both from his handheld camera, and the three video cameras positioned around the room that Hayley had given no thought to during either shoot. When she walked back in the house she shared with Dan, her heart was only just starting to return to a regular rhythm, and he couldn’t wait to hear how things went. She began explaining the evening’s events, her excitement still obvious as the rush continued inside her, although choosing to deliberately leave out that she had gone full frontal and let Pete see everything, as she knew Dan was becoming more and more turned on as she spoke, and wanted to keep him in suspense a little while longer. When she finally did admit to fulfilling his wish, Dan was on the edge of bursting, and hearing how she had finally revealed herself and let the photographer see her completely nude, he couldn’t hold himself any longer. Like the previous night, he immediately pulled her to him and began kissing down her body, focussing between her legs as he orally pleasured her to orgasm twice, before another prolonged lovemaking session took place. Pete, on the other hand, had taken a quick shower as the pictures copied from the memory card onto his computer’s hard drive, and upon returning, began flicking through the images on the screen. Despite all of the pictures he had taken that day, and his anticipation to get to see them, it was the last couple of pictures from the night before that caught his attention, where Hayley was in the doorway. It turned out that as she had slowly turned around towards him, she was revealing her intimate shaving in quite a few of the pictures where he didn’t even realise it. The part that really caught his eye though, was that in addition to those, the last few images he captured where she had put her right elbow up and dropping her left shoulder, were also revealing everything, thanks to her shuffling her feet. He hadn’t realised it at the time, but on her very first photoshoot, and despite not meaning to, she had inadvertently let him see and photograph her full-frontal, something he decided to keep to himself. ‘Oh, man! I wonder if she meant to do this when I took them. God, I really hope she does more shoots. She is so hot. I wonder if she’d do a shoot with another person. I’d love to shoot her with Kelly, or Carly. I think that would be so hot, and I bet they would go further than just posing nude,’ He thought to himself…

Hayley's First Photoshoot by Englishanon Hayley tries something shockingly new. Hayley was always embarrassed because she had small boobs, but is encouraged to do a photoshoot in her lingerie, and possibly even less. Quick description - Hayley is twenty-three years old, five foot, two inches tall, slim (UK size 6), and has a 32B (although it is a small B/large A) breast size. For the entire five years they had been together, the only thing Dan had wanted from his girlfriend Hayley, was for her to not be ashamed of her small boobs. He loved them. They were so pert and had wonderful pointy nipples that he loved to nibble and suck on when they got intimate, he couldn’t help but wish she felt the same way he did. Unfortunately, no matter how many times he reassured her, Hayley hated them, as she felt they made her somehow less of a woman. After being together so long, the fire between Dan and Hayley had become a little more of a smoulder, rather than a raging inferno. There was still plenty of passion, fun, and affection between them, but a lot of their lives had become routine, although neither seemed to have realised it. They both wanted things to be spiced up between them, but neither really knew how to achieve it. It was at a normal Monday night pool match that Dan inadvertently stumbled across a possible answer, as he saw Kelly, an ex-girlfriend of one of his friends at the pub, sitting with a man of around the same age as her. Dan had always got on really well with Kelly, and they had become quite close when she broke up with his friend, although nothing ever happened between them. Once she noticed Dan, she came over for a catch-up chat, since they hadn’t seen each other for a while, and when Dan asked if the man she was with was a new boyfriend, she told him that he was just an old friend of hers. “He has seen a lot more of me than most people though. He’s a photographer, and we’ve done several shoots today. He mostly does street-shots and landscapes, which we did a few today, but I’ve done a few ‘boudoir’ sets with him this afternoon as well!” she said, giggling a little at the last part. “Boudoir? You mean, like, nude?” Dan blurted out quietly, a little surprised by Kelly’s confession. “Yeah, well, kind of. It’s all artsy, a lot of black and white, using different lights, and that, but, yeah, there has been some nude stuff,” she answered. “Well, I never imagined you’d be posing naked for some random guy to photograph you,” Dan replied, still shocked at what Kelly had just told him. “Oh, it’s not porn or like I’m using dildos or anything. It’s all artistic. I’m not ashamed of it, I think the photos are really good. Look, I’ll show you,” she said, before pulling her phone out and loading up an email where he had sent her a load of pictures. To Dan’s surprise, they weren’t what he had in mind at all. Most of them were in black and white, and whilst Kelly was in all of them in various stages of undress, up to fully naked, the photographer had continually used different lighting/shade or objects to minimise how much of her was shown. “These are incredible. You look amazing in them, and you were right, they aren’t anything to be ashamed of. I’m just curious how he tricked you into stripping off for him!” Dan said jokingly as he continued flicking through the large collection of images. “Haha. He didn’t trick me. I can always remember pretty much every detail about the first time I ever did that kind of thing. We were doing a set ages ago in this abandoned warehouse. It was in the middle of summer, the sun was out, and the inside of this building was absolutely boiling hot. I said something along the lines of my t-shirt was sticking to me, and my bra was really uncomfortable, and he just said, ‘you can take them off if you want to, it’s up to you.’ I remember asking him if he meant he wanted me to do a few topless pictures, and he said it was up to me. If I didn’t mind, he would love to, but if I didn’t want to, he was fine with that as we would carry on,” Kelly explained. “He wasn’t pervy or insistent or anything, but a few seconds later, I thought, ‘why not?’ and took off my t-shirt. I remember he didn’t flinch at all, didn’t stare at me or be creepy. He just carried on taking pictures and telling me what he wanted whilst I was just in shorts and a bra, doing what he asked. I remember it was a really basic black bra. A no-frills, pattern-less type thing, and thinking to myself, ‘This bra looks shit.’ Anyway, his camera battery ran out, and as he found another in his bag and changed it, I thought, ‘Fuck it, why not be really daring?’ and took the bra off as well. As soon as he finished, he looked back at me and checked if I was sure I wanted to do that, saying I didn’t have to and he was only half-serious, but when I said I wanted to, we just carried on. By the end of it, he’d taken about 300 pictures, and I was only wearing a little thong, but I loved every second of it!” Kelly told him. Whilst she had been telling Dan about that day, he had stopped flicking through the pictures on her phone and listened to what she said, imagining the shoot in his head. Now she had finished, he resumed looking at the images from today, still impressed at how great they looked. Once he reached the last one, she took the phone back and opened a gallery in her camera roll, before passing it back to him, saying these were some of their previous shoots. The first set was a landscape set and Kelly was fully dressed in each picture although there were a few clothing changes and she sat, giving details about the pictures as he scrolled through them. Flicking the images across, the scenery changed and it was obviously a different shoot, now clearly a sunny day and the pictures taken in a derelict building with graffiti on the walls. “Ah, this is the abandoned factory. We did about five or six shoots there. He loves the place, so kept asking if I minded doing another set there.” Kelly explained as Dan scrolled through the first couple of pictures. As he progressed through the album, the amount of clothing she was wearing in the images was decreasing. Like before, nothing was really ‘on show’ for the most part, until around about picture twelve. The picture itself was a black and white image of her standing up, leaning back against a wall, arms spread wide open against the brickwork. The bit he wasn’t expecting, though, was that she was wearing only a pair of shorts, so her boobs were completely exposed to the camera, meaning that whether she intended to let him or not, Dan had now seen them. He made absolutely no big deal of it at all, thinking to himself how similar they were to Hayley’s since they were also small and had almost the same pointy nipples and continued flicking through the pictures before noticing Kelly was not paying attention. Instead, she had started talking to someone else he didn’t know as Dan had become engrossed in the photos on her phone, and kept scrolling through. Whilst he was by no means a photo expert or critic, Dan was highly impressed at the quality of the pictures he was looking at and could see why Kelly was proud, rather than embarrassed or ashamed of them. It seemed that the picture of her against the wall was a bit of a turning point, and as he scrolled to through the next couple of images, neither Kelly nor the photographer had made any attempt to cover or obscure her breasts in the pictures. Dan continued flicking through the photos, amazed that Kelly had been happy to be photographed topless, until he stopped on one he wasn’t sure she would have wanted him to see. Whilst it would be categorised as ‘Art nude’, he didn’t know if she meant for him to see that much of her. The picture was a black and white image of her standing near the top of a staircase, feet roughly shoulder-width apart, with her hands on her hips. It was taken from a vantage point underneath her since all of her was in the picture, and she was fully naked. However he looked at it, he had now seen her completely naked, small boobs, shaved smooth pussy, et al. It was at that point Kelly had finished talking to her friend, and turned back to Dan about two seconds after he saw that picture. “Oh, fuck! I forgot that was in there!” She said, grabbing the phone from Dan’s hand and starting to turn red out of embarrassment. She wasn’t embarrassed about the picture, as it was a great photo, it was because she had just been seen completely naked by Dan, and didn’t intend to be. Dan immediately complimented her on the picture, doing all he could to dispel any uncomfortableness she was feeling at what he had seen. “Ok, I don’t want this to sound weird, but that picture was incredible. You have no need to be embarrassed or ashamed, you looked stunning in it. I’m more curious about how he convinced you to agree to pose naked,” Dan said as a highly unlikely idea entered his mind. “My first full nude shoot? He didn’t convince me to do anything,” Kelly responded in a laughing way, the anxiousness at what Dan had seen now starting to dissipate. “We had already done a few other topless shoots during the day at a few different places, and as we started on that set, I asked him if he wanted me to be topless again. He said it was up to me. ‘I’ve never asked you to be topless shoot, and I’m not now. I’ll just take the pictures, and you take your clothes off, that’s up to you,’ he said to me.” “So how does not asking you to be topless turn in to you posing naked?” Dan asked, trying to link the two. “After that, he started taking pictures, and a bit later on when he took one picture and after looking at it, remarked that I looked naked in it, so messing around, I said, ‘Is that your subtle way of asking me to be naked?’ He got all defensive and kept saying no, that wasn’t what he meant, which was really funny, so I wound him up a bit by asking what would be wrong with me being naked until he got a bit uncomfortable with my teasing, so got back to taking pictures. I’d never even thought about posing naked before, but I remember at that point, I felt so excited at the thought of it, a few minutes later when he wasn’t looking, I took my thong off and just stood there, facing him. I’ll never forget his face when he turned round and saw me, it was like he didn’t know where to look!” she said as she laughed at the memory. “Anyway, after that, he just started taking pictures again and saying ideas, and I did the rest of the shoot nude. It was so erotic! Afterwards, I showed them to my boyfriend at the time, Alex, thinking he would like them, but he was really, really pissed off. Like, he wanted to kill Pete and told me I wasn’t allowed to do any more photoshoots with him again. That ended up in a massive argument because I said he doesn’t tell me what I can and can’t do, and we split up not long after because he started trying to be even more controlling. I messaged Pete the day after we split up to see if he was free to do the bedroom shoot he mentioned a while ago, and did it that afternoon, and I again stripped naked. He has never once asked me to take any clothes off, but between you and me, it’s a massive thrill. Why don’t you get him to do a shoot with your girlfriend? I bet he wouldn’t mind.” “I’d love her to do one, but she’d never go for it,” Dan said, intending to bring it up with her, but almost sad at the fact he knew what the answer would be. The two chatted for another five or so minutes before Pete came over to see if Kelly wanted another drink and she introduced him to Dan. When he returned from the bar, Dan complimented him on his pictures of Kelly and she told him she had recommended him to do a shoot with Hayley. “Yeah, I’d be interested in that. I love doing pictures with normal people. She doesn’t have to take her clothes off if she doesn’t want to, it’s up to her. I just enjoy all aspects of photography, no matter what it is, but if she wanted to do a sexy bedroom shoot, for example, I’m happy to do that. The only people that would see the pictures would be me, and whoever she shows unless she gives permission for me to show them to other people, but that’s her choice,” Pete explained. Dan’s head was now spinning, imagining Hayley posing sexily for Pete to photograph her, and he had decided he was going to try and encourage her to do one when he got home if she was still awake. He sat chatting with Kelly and Pete for about ten more minutes before being called up to play, which they both watched as he won his game. When he had finished, they went back to their previous table and he spent the rest of the night talking to his team mates, but couldn’t get the image of Kelly naked out of his head. When he got home, Hayley was still awake, watching the television, so when the program she was watching ended, they went to bed, where Hayley asked how Dan’s night had been. He told her about winning at pool before saying he had seen Kelly. Hayley asked how she was since she hadn’t seen her for a while, and asked what she had been up to. “Well, she split up with Alex,” he said. “Really? How come?” Hayley asked. “She does modelling for a friend of hers and did a photoshoot where she ended up being nude. Anyway, when she showed Alex the pictures, he started saying she couldn’t do any more and couldn’t speak to the photographer anymore, who is a friend of hers. Apparently, it ended up in a big argument and they split up because he started trying to be really controlling,” Dan explained. “Oh wow! He never came across as controlling like that before. I can kind of see his point though. I doubt you’d be impressed if I had someone else take naked pictures of me, would you?” Hayley said. “Well, it’s funny you say that because that subject came up…” Dan replied. “What do you mean?” she asked. “Kelly suggested I get you to do a shoot with him,” he answered. “And did you tell her there was no chance you’d let some stranger take pictures of me undressed?” Hayley asked, almost laughing. “Actually, I said I’d love you to do one, but I know you wouldn’t,” Dan told her. “What?? You want me to let some random guy take naked pictures of me?” she asked, somewhat amazed at what she was hearing. “I spoke to the photographer. It doesn’t have to be a nude set. He loves taking pictures. He said how much you undress is up to you. If you wanted to do a sexy lingerie shoot, he would be happy with that, but if you went further, it is completely your choice. Kelly said he has never asked her to take anything off, she has done it all of her own accord. But yeah, I’d love you to do one,” he told her. The following evening, Dan was in the kitchen making dinner as usual when Hayley got home from work, and after eating, they were sat watching TV when Hayley brought up their previous night’s conversation, asking if he was serious about her doing a photoshoot. When he said yes, she admitted that she had been thinking about it during the day, and then asked him to give her more details about it. He told her what kind of pictures he had seen with Kelly in, and could tell that the idea was starting to appeal a bit more to Hayley, so said he would ask Kelly to send him some of her pictures over so she could see for herself. A short time later, she sent him a link to a website where she had uploaded them to a page that deletes them after a set period of time, in this case, thirty minutes. Dan showed them to Hayley and knew that she was, as unlikely as he had previously imagined it, actually considering it. The pictures Kelly had put up were from a bedroom set, and featured her in lingerie on and around a bed, looking extremely sexy, but not showing anything for the first ten or so pictures. As Hayley scrolled further down the page, she did think to herself that the pictures were actually really good, not what she was expecting at all. Even when she reached the part where Kelly had taken off her bra and was posing completely topless, she thought how it was surprisingly tasteful rather than gratuitous or tacky. After reiterating that only the photographer and she would see the pictures, Dan decided to ask what her thoughts were, and was beyond shocked when she said she was seriously considering doing it, and asked what he would think about it. “You’ve got admit, she looks damn sexy in these pictures,” he said, referring to the images of Kelly on screen. “Now imagine how I’d feel if it were you, the sexiest girl alive in my eyes, in them. I’d be so happy. Honestly, I’d love you to do it.” “Just to be clear, I wouldn’t have to strip off if I didn’t want to?” she asked. “No, he said it’s up to you what you wear or take off. If you do it all in lingerie, that’s fine but if you choose to take anything off, it’s your choice. He might encourage you, but won’t ask you to strip,” Dan reassured her. “Alright, if that’s the case, I’ll do one, so long as you don’t mind,” she said, much to Dan’s amazement. After talking about it for another half-hour or so, he messaged Kelly and asked for Pete’s number, before texting him, asking if he would be happy to do a shoot with Hayley. Almost immediately, he got a response, confirming he would, and asking what kind of shoot and when she was available. After a few messages back and forth, it was arranged for the evening in two days’ time, and Dan had said Hayley wanted to do a bedroom/lingerie shoot. Pete confirmed he could do it at his house, as he can set his room up for that kind of shoot. ‘I know it is up to her, but just so you know, I really hope she does at least topless, but would love it if she does full nude.’ he texted to Pete before they went to bed. The evening of the shoot, Hayley was a mess after getting home from work, a mixture of excitement and nervousness was now almost smothering her as she put the lingerie she would be wearing into a bag to take with her. Several times, she almost chickened out, but after several reassuring conversations with Dan, picked the bag up and headed out of the door, her stomach in knots at not knowing what to expect. When she arrived at Pete’s house, she was surprised at how he was a very average guy, around about her own age as he opened the door. She was expecting him to be a lot older, however as he invited her in, she almost immediately began to feel relaxed. Pete was very unassuming, and instantly brought her a drink and made small talk with her to put her at ease rather than rushing straight into the shoot. Finally, the subject came up and he reiterated that she is under no pressure to do anything she didn’t want to. “I understand you want to do a bedroom lingerie shoot. That’s no problem at all. I see you’ve brought several outfits with you, which is great. I’ll show you where you can get changed when we go upstairs. I know you’ve probably been told this a hundred times, but I’ll say it one more time. If you choose to go topless or even nude, that is completely up to you, but you don’t have to. I’ll just take the pictures and possibly occasionally suggest a pose. If you’re into it and you feel like taking anything off, do it as and when you want to. I won’t ask you to, but if you want to, don’t feel like you can’t because I haven’t said anything, alright. Finally, just to let you know, I record all photoshoots at home on video. The only reason I do that is for my protection. It just removes any possibility of a client having ‘morning after regret’ and making up any untrue accusations,” he explained. After saying that, he suggested they get started, and led her up the stairs, pointing to a small room and saying she can use that for changing, before pointing out the room where the shoot would take place, and for her to just come in when she is changed and ready to start. She went into the small room and began undressing, stripping off completely before realising that in her nervous rushing state, she hadn’t selected an outfit from the bag. She picked one out and put it on, emerging a few minutes later and after taking a deep breath, walked into the bedroom. She had chosen a black and blue corset/bodice, and the matching thong, although she was a bit worried because she knew the thong was very slightly see-through. “Ok, you look gorgeous. Hopefully, you’re going to really enjoy this experience, and come out of it with some amazing pictures, all being well,” Pete said as she entered. His words immediately calmed her nerves, and she moved over to the bed as he instructed, slightly intimidated by the amount of camera equipment she could see. He started snapping pictures and tossing out compliments about how incredible she looked, but not in a creepy way, and although she didn’t realise it, for the first ten minutes or so, he wasn’t paying much attention to the pictures, instead of using it to get her used to the surroundings, and having her picture taken. She soon began to relax into the shoot, so when he told her about what he had done, they both laughed, and then started on the actual photographs as Hayley was now completely comfortable in the experience. They spent about twenty minutes on each set of lingerie she had taken, and the more pictures Pete took, the more Hayley began to understand how Kelly had felt relaxed enough to pose topless, as she was now contemplating taking her bra off for a few pictures, but was only stopping because she was sure what Dan would say if she did. “Can I ask you a question? Who will actually see these pictures?” she said to Pete as he snapped away. “Only me, you, and anyone you choose to show them to,” he replied, “Why, what are you thinking?” “To be honest, I was thinking about doing a few topless pictures, but I’m scared of who would see them and what Dan might think,” she answered. She could hardly believe what she was saying, since having topless pictures would reveal her biggest and most closely guarded secret – her boobs are nowhere near as big as they appear because she uses extremely padded bras and wears ‘chicken fillet’ cleavage enhancers all the time to make them look a lot bigger. “It’s your decision. Nobody will see them that you don’t want to. And between you and me, I know for a fact Dan is secretly hoping you do go topless,” he told her, reassuringly. Hearing that, Hayley was almost convinced in her own mind that she would take her bra off in a few pictures time, but this was delayed when Pete suggested another outfit change. She returned to the small room and with confidence now surging through her, looked through the bag again, this time for something sexier. She finally decided to go for the stockings and suspenders set up she brought, just in case, and after putting them on, found the bra and thong she would wear with them. This brought all kinds of thoughts, though, since the bra was only a skimpy, almost see-through lacy type, and not padded at all, and the thong was an almost see-through mesh with a small pattern at the side. She had only ever been seen by Dan in this outfit, and it was definitely one of his favourites, but she was worried it was a bit too revealing to be wearing in front of a stranger. After a few minutes of internal deliberation, she decided why not, and put them on, again taking a huge breath before walking back into the bedroom to continue the set. “Wow, how sexy do you look right now?!? I can tell you now, Dan is going to love these pictures. You look incredible,” Pete said as she reappeared through the doorway. For the first few shots, Hayley consciously made sure that the camera didn’t capture a full face-on shot of her because of how transparent the bra and thong were, and despite how sexy she was feeling, she didn’t think she was ready for that kind of picture to be taken. Pete continued giving directions as he snapped away, changing how she was posing, but still ensuring she didn’t show anything she didn’t want to. As Hayley became more and more relaxed and involved in the shoot, she could again feel herself being open to the idea of topless, and as Pete suggested she lean against the giant mirror on the wall, she finally decided to bite the bullet and unfastened her bra, dropping it to the floor as she pressed against the glass for him to shoot. Her stomach was doing somersaults as she posed for him, essentially allowing a stranger to take photographs of her in a topless state. However, she didn’t feel uncomfortable at any point, as Pete remained completely professional and allowed her to do things at her own pace, never once pressurising her to drop her hands when she was facing the camera. After roughly ten minutes of doing covered topless shots, she turned away from Pete and as she looked back, over her shoulder, put her hands on her hips, allowing her bare breasts to be uncovered for the first time, but happy to do this since her back was to the camera. She carried on with this type of pose, changing slightly each time he pressed the button, and not once thinking to cover her boobs as she was really enjoying the rush of what she was doing. “You’ve got a great bum! It’s so tiny! I love it, and it looks great in these pictures,” Pete told her as he continued taking photos. “Yeah, I actually quite like my bum. I know a lot of guys seem attracted to a big ass, but I wouldn’t want that. I’d much rather have a little bum like mine!” Hayley responded. Hearing that compliment, she couldn’t help but feel great, and if she was being honest, a little turned on. Feeling a little mischievous, she decided to go a little bit further still. Keeping her back to him, she started playing with the waistband of her thong, gradually teasing it down as Pete kept shooting. Within a few shots, she had slid the waistband down, completely past her bum, and it was now just below her cheeks as she looked over her shoulder and smiled at the camera as it bleeped away with each press of the button. “Oh, that is sexy! You’re clearly not worried about showing off your bum, are you!” Pete chuckled as Hayley wore a naughty grin for the picture. “No, not at all. I don’t mind getting my bum out for these pictures because I think it looks good,” she responded. “Well, in that case, I mean, only if you want to, it’s completely up to you, do you want to push your thong down further? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, and you can stay like that, with your back to the camera, but we can get some great bum shots if you are happy to do that,” Pete asked, not sure if Hayley would go through with it. “How far are you thinking? Like, here?” she asked, surprising Pete as she didn’t hesitate and pushed the tiny undergarment to halfway down her thighs. “Yeah, that’s great,” he said, taking more pictures as Hayley again looked over her shoulder at the camera and smiled. Like before, after each press of button, Hayley changed her pose slightly, and when Pete asked if she was happy to lower her thong firstly to around her knees, and a little while later to take it off completely, she did so immediately, again surprising him. Despite the fact that she was nude except for the stockings and suspenders she was still wearing, Hayley was amazed to find that she was really enjoying the experience, and without realising it, was turning towards the camera. As Pete continued taking pictures, Hayley continued turning a little more each time until she was now slightly past a side-on view, more towards the camera than away from it, with her right hand covering her breasts, revealing a little bit more than she probably realised. “How about if I move over here,” Pete suggested, pointing to his right. “I can get probably get some great silhouette shots of you because the light from the window will be behind you.” Hayley nodded and kept her back towards him as Pete moved to where he had pointed, waiting until he was there before again looking over her shoulder as he resumed taking pictures. She was now more relaxed than ever and made no attempt to cover any part of herself as the camera was back to behind her, doing various poses such as her hands on her hips, fingers in her hair, and arms straight out to the sides. Unlike the previous pictures, she was now not looking over her shoulder all the time, instead, positioning her head in various ways to look around the room. It had been about an hour since she had first taken off her bra, and from a few minutes after that point, once her nerves had gone, she had thoroughly enjoyed the experience and loved the rush it had given her. Due to that, she couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed when Pete finally suggested they call an end to the shoot. “Ok, how about this, can we have a last few pictures of me standing in the doorway, holding my bra in one hand, and thong in the other, looking back like the others?” she asked. “Sure we can, that sounds great!” Pete replied. He turned around, not wanting it to seem like he was trying to sneak a look at Hayley as she picked her bra and thong up and moved past him into the doorway, holding her bra in her right hand and thong in her left. The beep of the camera indicated Pete had just taken a picture, and after a couple more shots, Hayley turned her head to again look over her shoulder for a few more pictures as her underwear hung from her hands by her sides. “Just a quick idea, do you want to drape the bra over your right shoulder and turn slightly to your left, towards me a little bit?” he asked. Hayley immediately did as he suggested whilst he took more pictures and continued complimenting her, moving her hands and arms slightly each time to vary each picture. “Oh, that’s great. You look incredible. So sexy!” he called out, continuing to press the button as Hayley posed. Like before, Hayley had been turning towards him a little more each time, and was again almost side-on, oblivious to the fact that each picture he took meant that her uncovered left breast was in shot, and was becoming more and more visible the more she turned. As Pete thought this was intentional, he never mentioned anything, and kept taking the pictures as Hayley turned further. She had soon moved past being side on, and was roughly three quarters on towards facing the camera, instead of facing away from it, meaning that for the first time, Pete was taking pictures of Hayley containing both of her boobs completely uncovered. “That is so hot! Just raise your right elbow up slightly and drop your left shoulder a little for the last couple of pictures,” he guided. Again, Hayley complied, although this time, she also shuffled on her feet as she turned a little further whilst Pete snapped away, but neither of them realised at the time what the last few pictures taken had captured. “Is that it then?” she asked, slightly disappointed at the thought of the experience being over. “Yeah, I think that’s about enough. Have you enjoyed yourself?” he replied, turning around and moving back towards his camera equipment to start putting it away. “I’ve loved it!” Hayley said as she put her thong back on. “I honestly never thought I’d go that far though, and I really hope Dan doesn’t mind!” “Don’t be silly, he will love the pictures, I’m sure of it!” Pete said, lifting his head from the case he was putting her camera in and looking towards the door. To his surprise, Hayley was standing in the doorway wearing only her thong and facing his direction full-on, meaning he got a clear look directly at her tits. She hadn’t anticipated him looking in her direction either and quickly covered her boobs with her hands, before turning around and ducking into the room she had been using for changing to get dressed. Once she had put her clothes back on, Pete headed back downstairs with her, and they sat down in the lounge for a quick chat, where he said he would now go through the pictures and edit them. He emphasised that he meant making them black and white or changing the colour slightly, rather than photo-shopping them, and then will upload them to a private file-sharing site for her to download them from. “Are you glad you did the shoot then?” he asked as she stood up, preparing to leave. “Definitely! I loved it! Thank you so much!” she replied. “It was my absolute pleasure. If you ever fancy doing another, by all means, give me a shout. I’d love to shoot you again,” Pete said, before giving her a quick kiss on the cheek and showing her out. Hayley drove straight home, and the second she walked in the house, Dan asked how it went. He sat smiling as she excitedly told him how much she had enjoyed it, and how at first she was really nervous but that quickly disappeared because Pete is such a normal, non-creepy guy. Inside, Dan was absolutely beaming that she had done the shoot, and strangely, found himself becoming turned on when she skipped pretty much everything that had happened and told him about the bit at the end when she was talking to Pete, and he turned and saw her wearing only the thong. “He literally turned and got a perfect look at my boobs!” she said, chuckling at the silliness of it. “Oh, so you actually decided to go topless then? I’m so proud of you! Did you enjoy that?” Dan asked. “Yeah! It was so thrilling. But I didn’t actually go ‘topless topless’. Whilst I technically was topless, I was always covered up or facing away from the camera. He didn’t get any pictures of my boobs,” Hayley said. “In fact, and I really hope you don’t get mad, but I even went nude. Again, it was only from the back, so there are a load of shots of my bum. He didn’t see anything because I was turned away from him all the time, but that was such a thrill!” “Why on earth would I be mad? I wanted you to do the shoot, and being honest, I texted Pete and said I really hoped you would do nude,” Dan confessed. Dan’s mind was now far away, imagining how the shoot went, and weirdly more turned on than he could remember at the thought of Hayley being naked in front of another man. If anything, his only disappointment was when she told him that she had kept herself covered or was only photographed from behind, since he surprisingly found himself wishing that Pete had seen everything. “So, how would you feel about doing another one?” he asked. “Yes, definitely. I’d love to do another one. Would you want me to?” she asked. “Absolutely, I would! I’d love you to do loads more, and I’d love it even more if you were to go further next time,” he told her. “Really? During the shoot, I very nearly did turn around a few times, both when I was topless, and even when I was nude, but didn’t because I didn’t think you would have wanted a stranger to see me naked,” she confessed. “I wanted you to enjoy yourself and do what you wanted. If you felt comfortable enough to go topless or full nude, Obviously, I would have loved to see the pictures,” Dan told her. “Tell you what, why don’t I arrange for you to do another one, and next time, you can do that. The thought of him seeing you naked is actually really turning me on right now!” Hearing that, Hayley agreed, and Dan messaged Pete to set up another shoot for her, before Hayley told him to go into the bedroom, doing an impromptu recreation of the shoot for him. Once naked, she teased him several times by turning around to face him so he could see everything and asking if he wants her to this on the next shoot, resulting in him telling her definitely. Finally, the chemistry in the room was too much for both of them, and Dan grabbed Hayley’s wrist and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply as their collective raging hormones took over. Following an extensive sex session, Dan checked his phone and told Hayley that Pete had replied. His message said he was free the following evening if she was, which Hayley confirmed, and arranged it for 6:30, giving her time to get in from work and have a quick shower before heading to his for shoot number two….

Hurricane Linzi byHapaxlegomena© Back in the 90s I found myself single, in my 30s and rattling around in a house that was definitely too big for one man and his music collection. When it became obvious that my girlfriend had definitely moved out (and moved in with one of my mates), the obvious thing was to get someone else in to share. I didn't want a friend to move in - I needed someone to chip in with the bills and whose rent would help with the mortgage, and friendships can go sour once there's a rental agreement in place. There was a university not too far away, so I contacted their accommodation office and, after a couple of minor improvements at my place, my spare bedroom was available to single postgraduate students. I was living in what was technically a 3 bedroom house. The main bedroom, which I used, had an en suite bathroom. The second bedroom was a decent size, and there was a separate bathroom, plus what was optimistically described as a 3rd bedroom which I kept meaning to set up as a study but never quite got around to. Anyway, with a lock on the second bedroom my lodger got a decent amount of privacy plus their own bathroom, which was a pretty good deal. I let the room to a postgraduate called Angela, who was a quiet, studious type in her mid 20s. She wasn't unattractive, but not really my type. We got on pretty well, though, and occasionally took turns cooking dinner for each other. A few weeks into the autumn term she asked if a friend could stay for the weekend and I said was fine with it. I set up a folding bed in the spare bedroom and I really wasn't expecting anything more than a bit of giggling, girly chat to disturb the peace. Enter hurricane Linzi. I came home on Friday evening and found that Linzi had already arrived and the two women were in the lounge. She was the complete opposite of Angela - she had left school at 17 and become a hairdresser, and was (I thought) loud and shallow where her friend was quiet and deep. She wasn't that much of a looker, although she made the best of what she had; frizzy auburn hair, smallish boobs and a slightly chunky body. She also had a loud voice and an extremely dirty laugh, which I heard a lot as they had already polished off a bottle of wine. I disappeared upstairs for a shower and the girls had a curry delivered, and while we ate it Linzi treated us to a detailed description of every pub and club that she'd got drunk in, which was basically every pub and club in her home town, although I did get slightly interested when most of her stories seemed to end up with her flashing her boobs or doing a streak. Later on I let the girls talk me into going out for a couple of drinks with them, which inevitably turned into several drinks as Linzi kept wondering what the next pub would be like. True to her stories, she flashed her boobs extremely briefly in one of the pubs where we had a corner table and Angela dared her to do it - I saw almost nothing, but they were both in fits of giggles for about 20 minutes afterwards. As I suspected, she wasn't wearing a bra, but that was about all I got to see when she very briefly lifted her top. Shortly afterwards it was closing time, and while we were lurching home Linzi suddenly announced that she was bursting for a pee, squatted down, lifted her skirt and let go into the gutter. She wasn't wearing any knickers and I was treated to a nice view of her bare bum for a couple of minutes, before she stood up and carried on as though nothing had happened. "You still go commando, then?" said Angela, and Linzi replied that it made having a quick pee much easier and she also liked to feel the breeze. More giggling from the girls, and suddenly my cock was straining inside my jeans. I asked her if she always went knickerless and she replied that it depended on what she was wearing, but that usually did. We eventually made it home and turned in, and as I drifted off with happy thoughts of the exhibitionist antics of a woman 10 years younger than me. It was probably just the drink, and she'd be mortified in the morning, but it had been fun and my sex life had been pretty much non existent for the last few months so it had put a smile on my face and a bulge in my jeans. The next morning I woke up with a thick head and hoped I hadn't said or done anything too embarrassing the night before. I had a shave and a shower, pulled some clothes on and went down to sort out some coffee and maybe a bit of breakfast. The first thing I saw was a slightly dishevelled looking Linzi, stark naked with a towel over her arm, waiting to get into the bathroom. "Oops! I thought you had already got up and gone out!" she said, but didn't make any effort to cover herself up. "That's OK" I replied, and she said that I'd already seen it anyway, although it was my first glimpse of her neatly trimmed bush and I hadn't really seen much the previous evening. I asked her if she wanted coffee and headed downstairs. I heard the bathroom door open followed by more giggles from Linzi and Angela, who clearly were more amused than embarrassed. I decided that I could get used to this. A bit later both girls came down, Angela fully dressed and Linzi in a baggy t shirt that came about halfway down her thighs, which I was pretty sure was the only thing was wearing. I drank my coffee with the kind of semi hard on that you get with a hangover, helped by the sight of Linzi's nipples pushing their way through her top. I had arranged to meet up with a couple of mates at the gym and the girls were going out shopping, so I didn't see them for most of the day. The girls got back at about 5.00, and we decided to have pizza delivered. Linzi had bought a new pair of knee length boots that she wanted to try on, and while we were waiting she got them out of the box and - with a certain amount of effort - pulled the first one on. She was sitting opposite me, which meant that I got a perfect view up her skirt and yes, she was knickerless again. I enjoyed the view but thought that I should let her know how much she was showing. She wasn't fazed at all and explained that she hadn't brought any underwear with her. I replied that I was cool with that, just as long as she wasn't embarrassing herself, which got another dirty laugh - she was never embarrassed by nudity, either her own or other peoples', which Angela happily confirmed. Linzi would usually be topless on a regular beach, nude on a topless beach and really wanted all her friends to get naked with her. The boots looked good on her and I told her so - her skirt was just below knee length, and knowing that she was bare underneath made the effect even sexier. She disappeared for a couple of minutes and when she came down she lifted the side of her skirt to show that she was now wearing grip top stockings as well. At this point I nearly came in my pants, and this time it was definitely a deliberate tease. Shortly afterwards the pizzas arrived, we ate and again went our separate ways, the girls to a party with one of Angela's student friends and I was off to the cinema with my usual crowd. I was already drifting off to sleep when the girls got back at about 2.30, and didn't see either of them until the next morning. I was having a bit of quality time with the Sunday papers when Angela came down in her pyjamas and dressing gown and started sorting out some breakfast, and I was pleasantly surprised when Linzi came down about 20 minutes later completely starkers. She explained that she was normally naked at home, and hoped that I wouldn't mind, but after the last couple of days it seemed pointless to cover up any more. I managed to stay outwardly cool and said that it was OK with me. It was slightly surreal, with me fully dressed, Angela covered up in PJs and a dressing gown and Linzi completely nude, but she was so at ease that I soon got as used to it as was possible in the circumstances. Angela got dressed shortly after breakfast but, true to her word, Linzi didn't bother to put anything on and we sat around idly reading the papers, half watching the TV and occasionally chatting. Linzi asked about sunbathing in the back garden, and I explained that it was reasonably private but I couldn't guarantee that nobody could see. It wasn't particularly warm - it was the kind of sunny October day that can be really nice if you're in a sheltered spot - but she did nip out for a few minutes just to feel the breeze on her skin, which also made her nipples extremely hard. At about 2.30 Angela put together a late lunch, and after helping with the washing up Linzi got her stuff together to go. I drove the girls to the station and got one more (probably accidental) up skirt flash in the rear view mirror. On the way back Angela said that she hoped Linzi hadn't been too over the top, and I said that while she was a real character I had enjoyed her visit, and that she would be welcome to come again. Angela seemed quite relieved, and told me that Linzi liked me and probably would visit again. I didn't say anything, but having a naked girl about the place was definitely something to look forward to. Hurricane Linzi Ch. 02 It was a few weeks before Linzi's next visit, which came in early December just before the Christmas holiday. I had spoken to her briefly a couple of times when she rang Angela and I picked up the phone, and I had found out a bit more about her. I was looking forward to seeing her again, not in the expectation that she would want to shag me senseless (which I hoped for, obviously, but didn't seriously think was on the cards), but knowing that I would almost definitely get to feast my eyes on a naked female body again, which was good enough to be going on with. I had been on a couple of dates since the last time I saw her, but nothing much had happened. I also gathered that she had a friends with benefits arrangement with a hunky but dim garage mechanic who drank in her local, which meant that sexual frustration was unlikely to make her pounce on me. Angela had also told me a lot about her during a couple of chats we had had had over that last few weeks. Her attitude to nudity was very uninhibited, and I found out that she had always been the same. Her family weren't card carrying nudists, but had a very relaxed attitude to nakedness at home. This had emerged when Linzi had stayed over for sleep overs with friends - she didn't have any conventional nightwear but used a long t shirt as a night dress, although she would sleep naked unless anybody objected. Everybody would usually be dressed at Linzi's house if they had visitors, but if her parents weren't around she would enthusiastically strip off at the drop of a hat, and invite her friends to do the same (although this didn't happen often). Anyway, on this occasion it was just a brief overnight visit - she was very busy at the salon, so she would come over on Saturday afternoon and leave early Sunday evening. As it happened, Angela was also unexpectedly busy, so I picked Linzi up from the station. She was wearing a winter coat and the boots she had bought last time, and she gave me a friendly peck on the cheek as she got into the car. When we got back it turned out that she was wearing a jumper and a thick knee length skirt, which shouldn't have been too much of a surprise as it was a chilly day. When she pulled her boots off I got another up skirt flash, and she was wearing stockings and suspenders but was again knickerless. Her bush looked a bit fuller than last time, but clearly the drop in temperature hadn't encouraged her to open her knicker drawer. After a quick cup of tea and a catch up she disappeared upstairs to freshen up. Shortly after that Angela came back and I wasn't too surprised when Linzi came downstairs in her birthday suit to greet her friend. In fact, I had made sure that the house was nice and warm just in case she needed a bit of subtle encouragement. Her bush was definitely thicker than the last time I had seen her, but still neatly trimmed around the edges. One of Angela's friends was having a party that night, and this time I was invited as well - there were a couple of single female postgrads who were also going to be there, and Angela had dropped a couple of hints about how she thought I'd like at least one of them. It wasn't a typical student party at all, more of a wine and cheese type of affair with a lot of intellectual conversation. I had made polite small talk with Jo, the postgrad Angela thought I might hit it off with, but it quickly became clear that it wasn't going to happen. I felt at a bit of a loose end, and it was pretty obvious that Linzi did as well, especially as Angela was deeply engrossed in a conversation with a medieval historian who was built like a prop forward (I later discovered that he was actually a useful scrum half). After a while she came over to me clutching a bottle of wine and suggested that we go out into the garden for a while, which slightly surprised me as she didn't smoke, but I was glad to have an excuse to get away and went with her. Once we were outside she asked me to keep an eye out, then squatted down over a grid and had a long and - from the sound of it - much needed pee. She told me that she couldn't be bothered to queue up for the bathroom and when I pointed out that there wasn't a queue she laughed and said that she preferred to pee outdoors if possible and anyway she wanted to escape from the party for a while. I was grateful both for an excuse to get away and for another view of stockings and her magnificently knickerless bum, so we were both happy. We lurked outside for a while, swigging wine and being sarcastic about the other people indoors, until the chilly evening got the better of us and we slipped back inside. By now Angela had her tongue deeply down prop forward's throat, and when she came up briefly for air she told us that she would be going home with Matt that night - which Linzi seemed delighted about and urged her to be as dirty as possible with him - and said that she hoped we didn't mind. We slipped out of the party a bit later and made our way home via a pub or three. Linzi was really happy for her friend in a way that made me like her more - when we talked about Angela it was clear that she had a real respect for her friend's intelligence and determination to make something of herself, but worried that she was missing out on a lot of fun while she did so. We chatted quite a bit as we went from bar to bar and it turned out that Angela had enjoyed her share of good times, although nowhere near as much as Linzi. Angela had always encouraged Linzi to be more outrageous and exhibitionist, not that she needed much encouragement, but would never go very far herself. Both girls seemed happy enough with the arrangement though. One story which stuck in my mind was Angela daring Linzi to go to school knickerless. Linzi had never needed much prompting to take her knickers off, and when she got home from school they would be the first thing she took off, usually not putting any on again until the next day. On a few occasions when Angela had gone home with Linzi after school she had noticed this, and dared her to take them off before she got home. Over the next few weeks she did this regularly, at first nipping to the toilet after her last class and slipping them into her bag, then gradually getting more daring and stepping out of them wherever she thought she could get away with it, sometimes nipping behind a bush if she was walking home, occasionally slipping them off on the bus, and if all else failed stepping out of them just before she went in the back door to her parents' place - she was nearly always the first to get home in the afternoons. Once a week the last class was swimming, so she got into the habit of simply not putting her knickers back on afterwards - Angela would usually shield her in the changing room so that nobody could notice. From there the dare escalated - her knickers would vanish in to her bag during the afternoon break, then at lunchtime, then at morning break. A couple of other friends had started joining in with the dare, and Linzi always felt the need to take it one stage further and one Friday morning headed out with a clean pair of knickers in her bag but none under her skirt. The other girls felt that she had won the dare, but Angela said that to win the dare properly she shouldn't have any with her at all. By now It was second nature to Linzi, and for several weeks of the summer term she would be knickerless from whenever she took them off on Thursday and for the whole of Friday and on at least one occasion until the following Monday. Angela, who had instigated all this, had never been knickerless outside as far as Linzi knew, and neither of the other girls who had joined in with the dare had managed a whole day knickerless, never mind a whole weekend. By now Linzi was ready to leave school - thanks to Angela's encouragement she had stayed on in the 6th form, but by the end of the first year it was generally agreed that she would be better off starting work at a local salon and studying hairdressing on day release. Partly for her friend's benefit, Linzi chucked her last pair of school knickers in the bin and went knickerless for the entire last week of school. Aside from occasionally lifting the side of her skirt to prove to her friends that she wasn't wearing any, Linzi had not yet knowingly flashed anybody, and apart from a couple of her girl friends the only other person who knew about it was her mother. She didn't make a big deal out of it, though at the time she didn't know how long or how often Linzi had been going bare beneath her skirt. Linzi said that her mother would also go knickerless quite happily, but didn't do it that often. As we made our way home, Linzi once again squatted down for a pee and I asked her why she peed outside so often. She said that she just preferred it that way and always had, and that going knickerless made it a lot easier. She avoided peeing anywhere that might be unpleasant for other people, like bus stops or phone boxes, and would usually choose somewhere where it would drain away easily. She also told me that she had mastered the art of peeing standing up, and if she was wearing a shorter skirt or dress could let go somewhere busy without anybody being any the wiser. Not much else happened that night - we got home, I got an affectionate peck on the cheek and we went to our separate beds. The next morning I was up and nursing a mild hangover with some pretty good freshly ground coffee when Linzi finally surfaced. She came down naked but looked a bit uneasy when I told her that Angela still wasn't back. She accepted a cup of coffee and sat hunched up while she sipped at it. She asked me if she'd said or done anything embarrassing the previous night, and when I said that she'd been telling me about how she could pee standing up she flashed me a naughty grin and asked if I believed her. I said that of course I did, but she still led me to the back door, stepped outside and stood above the grid with her legs slightly apart and pushed her hips out a little. She peed as straight and accurate as any man, then dashed back in with rock hard nipples and a slight blush on her face. 'It was all true, what I told you last night,' she said, 'but I feel a bit weird without Angela here'. I told her that what she wore or didn't wear was entirely her choice, and that I hoped she would feel comfortable in my house. She disappeared up to the bathroom for about 20 minutes for a shower, then came down still naked. 'It's how I'd be anyway, and you've seen it all before,' she said, 'but thanks for dealing with it so well'.Angela turned up a bit later, thankfully without her previous night's conquest, and the girls disappeared upstairs for a blow by blow account of the previous night's adventures. Shortly after that, Angela came back downstairs and suggested that we all went for a quick pub lunch before Linzi got the train back. Linzi reappeared, fully dressed for a change, and we all headed into town. Nothing much of note happened until we dropped Linzi off at the station - as we saw her off she hugged me more tightly than before and said that she was really looking forward to seeing me again - it may not sound like much, but it caused a definite bulge in my jeans and left me impatient for her next visit. Hurricane Linzi Ch. 03 It was another few weeks until I saw Linzi again. On New Year's Eve I got a rather drunk and rambling call from her to wish me a happy new year, and following that we spoke on the phone about once a week. I was enjoying the benefit of getting rent from Angela but having the place to myself half the time, as things had got serious with her new boyfriend and she stayed over at his place 3 or 4 nights a week. Towards the end of January, Angela proposed a dinner party for her, the new boyfriend, Linzi and me. She and the new guy would take care of all the cooking, which meant an easy evening for me. I don't think she was trying to pair me up with Linzi, but she wanted her best friend and her new squeeze to get to know each other and my place was the best choice. Anyway, I wound up collecting Linzi from the station on Saturday morning. She seemed pleased to see me, and we went for a coffee and a bit of a catch up before heading back to my place. She explained that she was going to be on her best behaviour while Matt was around, as flaunting herself in front of her friend's new boyfriend wouldn't be right. When we got back the happy couple hadn't turned up, so I got to enjoy a bit of naked Linzi around the house - she stripped off in the hall as soon as we got in, and as usual she hadn't bothered to put on any underwear that day. We sat around chatting and watching TV for a while, and amongst other things she told me that she really liked being the only one naked in company. I filed that thought away, but I already knew that she wouldn't be doing anything like that on this occasion. She didn't have any tattoos or piercings, apart from her ears. At that time these were becoming increasingly mainstream, and when I asked her about it she admitted to having thought about getting something done but hadn't taken the plunge. She was also happy to talk about her pubic topiary, and said that she always shaved her legs and armpits, but tended to let her pubes grow in cooler weather and trim them when it was warmer. Surprisingly, she still hadn't gone for a complete shave or waxing, but was into the idea. Having that kind of conversation is always a turn on for me, but having it with a woman who happily lounged around naked while I was fully dressed took it to another level. Angela and Matt were due to come around and get dinner together, so,she nipped upstairs and came back down in a surprisingly stylish purple dress that looked amazing on her. I had met her as a knickerless free spirit who liked a drink or five and happily peed in the gutter, but she was capable of looking and acting much more classy when she wanted to. Of course I knew that she was wearing nothing but the dress and a pair of shoes, which made things a bit more interesting. Anyway, there's not much to be said about dinner. Angela and Matt turned up, got busy in the kitchen, served up a really good meal which was washed down with a couple of bottles of decent wine and it all went well. Linzi and Angela kept the conversation reasonably clean, which was a bit disappointing. I did get a nice upskirt flash when I dropped something under the table, followed by a vey knowing wink from Linzi when I came back up. Angela and Matt were going back to his place because he had a double bed, so I offered to do the clearing up. When the happy couple had gone, Linzi said that she would give me a hand and slipped out of her dress - 'I don't want it to get messed up in the kitchen', she explained. She went to hang her dress up and I got started on the clearing up. A couple of minutes later and we were working in close proximity in the kitchen. Her nipples seemed to brush against me rather a lot, which caused some inevitable stirring in my boxers, and the next thing I knew she had unzipped my jeans, set my cock free and was sucking me off like a pro. I came in a couple of minutes (I was well primed) and she swallowed the lot before grabbing a glass of water and rinsing her mouth out. 'Feel better?' she asked, and I grinned and asked if she'd like me to return the favour. We went back through to the living room and she sat in an armchair. I kneeled in front of her and put her legs on my shoulders before I got busy with my fingers and tongue on her extremely wet pussy. She was already very warm and moist, and she was soon squirming and writhing and moaning like a porn starlet. I kept this up until she relaxed and slid her legs off my shoulders. We looked at each other and grinned, then went upstairs to my bedroom. We quickly cleaned up and brushed our teeth, then fell into bed together and had our first proper kiss - it's the only time I've ever had a blowjob (and gone down on the lady in return) before snogging. We fell asleep for a few hours tangled up in each other, and early the next morning I woke up for the first time in a good while with a hand on my cock that wasn't mine. Linzi was already awake and looking at me intently. 'You're a nice bloke with a lovely cock' she said, and I prepared myself for the inevitable 'but'. 'The thing is, we're only going to be fuck buddies if I carry on seeing you, are you OK with that? I don't want a serious boyfriend or any heavy emotional stuff.' Sometimes it's like Christmas and your birthday arrive together - although I'd come to like Linzi, I knew that we were never going to be soul mates, so this was music to my ears. I told her that it suited me too, although I waffled on about not being ready after my last break up rather than just admitting that I was more than happy to enjoy regular no strings sex for as long is it suited both of us. It was clearly what she wanted to hear, and she straddled me and guided me inside her. Linzi loved going on top during sex. I've known plenty of women who enjoy starting off in that position, but usually want to switch at some point, I suppose for deeper penetration. Linzi happily stayed up there, one hand occasionally rubbing her clit and the other pinching her nipple. I pretty much let her do all the hard work, mainly keeping my hands on her arse, and eventually she came to a shuddering climax before sinking down on to my chest, which meant that I could thrust in a bit deeper and shoot my load. We then had a shower together, and spent plenty of time soaping each other's nooks and crannies. It was still quite early in the morning when we lurched downstairs for a bit of breakfast, and Linzi's train was in the early evening, which gave us the best part of the day to do with as we pleased. I suggested heading out to pick up the paper and something for lunch, and nipped upstairs to get dressed. I came down to find Linzi in the hall wearing only her boots. She then put her coat on, wrapped a scarf round her neck and said that she was ready. It was a few minutes walk to the shop, and I hadn't planned on driving. Linzi surprised me when she said she'd rather walk, as it was a chilly day, and she explained that she often went out naked under her coat unless it was seriously cold in the middle of winter. Once we got to the shop I picked up the Times and a couple of bits for lunch. While I was doing this Linzi had unbuttoned her coat and let it fall open with her back to the counter, while talking about whether she would prefer white or brown bread. Keeping up a normal conversation confronted with a stiff nipple and an attractive pubic thatch was a bit of a challenge, but somehow I managed to get what we needed without totally losing control. 'Your face was a picture! I'm going to have some real fun with you.' We were outside the shop and she had fastened her coat up and suggested that we pop into a cafe over the road before heading back. It was about half full, and we found a table to ourselves where we could sit next to each other. I pulled out the sports section, and Linzi guided my hand to a gap between the buttons of her coat where I could gently finger her. She sat there, looking totally composed but murmuring absolute filth - I quickly forgot about my team's performance the previous day (a goalless draw that could easily have been a humiliating defeat). We headed back and took a slight detour through a park, where we found a quiet enough spot for Linzi to unbutton her coat completely and for me to finger her sopping wet pussy some more. Anybody passing by would just have seen a couple locked in a passionate embrace, not suspecting that Linzi was having her second or third orgasm of the morning with her tongue down my throat and her hand in my boxers. Linzi looked flushed as she did her coat back up, and we made our way back to my place. As soon as we got inside Linzi's coat came off, my jeans came down and I took her from behind in the front hall, still in her boots. This time it didn't take long for us both to come, after which we collapsed onto the sofa together for a while before I put a pot of coffee on and got lunch together. True to form, Linzi stayed naked for the rest of the afternoon and we just chilled out together. Eventually it was time to drive her back to the station. She sorted herself out and put on the skirt and top that she'd been wearing when I picked her up. I made a comment about her not really needing to bring anything apart from her toothbrush next time, and she grinned and said that she might just do that. When I dropped her off I got a final upskirt flash and kissed her on both sets of lips before she got out of the car. I didn't know what else was going to happen with Linzi, but I knew I was going to enjoy it. Hurricane Linzi Ch. 04 Over the next few months Linzi came over to my place most weekends. Sometimes we would go out with Angela and her boyfriend, but we usually had plenty of time for some energetic shagging and Linzi got to indulge her exhibitionist streak. A complete blow by blow account would get pretty tedious, but there were a couple of memorable incidents as spring slowly emerged from a particularly dismal winter. Maybe 2 or 3 weeks after we first slept together I picked her up from the station one Friday evening. She was wearing her coat - a stylish trench coat with a belt - and boots, and she had no luggage, only her handbag. Like a prize lemon I didn't really give this any thought until we were nearly back at my place. As I drove towards my house she loosened the silk scarf around her neck and unbuttoned her coat, revealing a lot of bare skin and a very stiff nipple. "Well you said I'd only need my toothbrush!" "Blimey! Is this something you do a lot?" She took my hand and guided it between her legs. "If I had any knickers on they'd be soaking." I parked in the driveway, by which time Linzi had slipped the coat off her shoulders and was fully exposed in the passenger seat. She had told me before that she would sometimes go out naked under her coat, and had even done so with me one Sunday morning, but this was taking things a lot further than usual. "If you don't frig me off now I think I'll explode!" She was already wet enough that I could slide 3 fingers in and it only took a couple of minutes for her body to give a shudder and she said that we should go inside. Almost as soon as we were in through the door my jeans were round my ankles and we had a quick, frantic fuck on the living room floor. A few minutes later, after we caught our breath, I had to ask about the amazing surprise she had just given me. "So you really didn't bring clothes for the weekend?" "Well I did bring along a little something as evening wear - I'll just nip to the bathroom for a minute or so." She picked up her handbag and left the room, returning a minute or so later having put on a pair of black stockings and suspenders and thin gold chain around her waist. Her neatly trimmed pussy was nicely framed, and with her hair brushed and a touch of make up she would have turned heads even if she wasn't still essentially naked. "I think this goes nicely with my boots, don't you?" "You look good enough to eat!" "Speaking of eating, shall we go out for dinner tomorrow night? I could really go for an Italian meal if you know of a decent place." "Of course - were you thinking of doing some shopping tomorrow?" "No, I have no intention of going home with anything more than I arrived with. Don't you like my evening look?" "It's amazing, but..." "In that case book us a nice table and don't worry about it." I sorted dinner out - I'm no Jamie Oliver but I can do very passable curry when I put my mind to it - and Linzi took off her stockings and boots, electing to dine completely au naturel. She wandered out into the back garden for a little while, as it was a mild evening and it was still light outside, and I was treated again to the sight of her doing a standing pee down the drain in the evening light. I don't know if she realised I could see her, but I knew she wouldn't be bothered either way. She had a thing about peeing outside when she could, and although I'm not into water sports as such I always enjoyed seeing her empty her bladder in unexpected places. I was intrigued by what she had planned for the following evening, and I was almost drooling at the thought. I quickly checked her bag and pockets while she was outside and there was no sign of any scrunched up piece of clothing. The scarf that she wore around her neck was nowhere near big enough to cover her up, although it might just have been possible to fashion it into a very skimpy top. Her coat was too bulky to wear indoors, and surely she didn't think she could get away with sitting at a restaurant table in just her birthday suit? After dinner we chilled out with a couple of drinks in front of the telly. Between leisurely bouts of cunnilingus and general fondling and nibbling I asked a bit more about her uninhibited attitude towards nudity. To my slight surprise she didn't think of herself as a naturist and had never been to a naturist club or to a designated nude beach. She had been on a few holidays where the beaches were more or less clothes optional and really enjoyed it, but thought of naturists as humourless middle aged vegetarians whose idea of a good time was volleyball followed by a cold shower. At the time I hadn't had much direct experience of naturism myself, but I was hoping to find a willing partner. I had hoped that Linzi would be into the idea, but it looked like some persuasion might be needed. The next morning I woke up with Linzi straddling my morning woody and she came twice before I shot my load - I'd love to say it was my technique, but she did all the hard work and I only lasted as long as I did because my balls were well drained from the previous night. While she disappeared into the shower I rang up and reserved us a table at Antonio's, a well loved local trattoria owned and run by former lorry driver from Manchester who was about as Italian as I was. After that the morning proceeded at a leisurely pace; I recommend having a naked young woman around the house as an antidote to boredom. After lunch and watching the sports round up Linzi asked if I had a camera (digital cameras and camera phones were still a little way into the future). I was never much of a photographer but I had a serviceable Canon point and shoot that still had most of a 36 exposure film to use up. As I hoped, she wanted to try a bit of readers' wives style photography, and I was happy to oblige. I took a couple of quick nude snaps in the back garden, and then she suggested that we could go out for some fresh air. She pulled on her boots and put on her coat but only tied the belt, leaving the buttons undone. "It's a proper flasher mac, so I'm going to be a flasher this afternoon. I hope you can keep a steady hand!" "I'll try my best!" We started off just in front of my house as a trial run. Linzi stood by my car and, once I said I was ready, opened her coat and flashed the goodies. It seemed straightforward enough, so we headed around to the local park and got two or three more nice shots, including a couple with people in the background.When I got them developed one of those first few photos turned out really well and the others were all OK, but there was nothing especially daring yet. We moved on to a footbridge that crossed the railway track and would take us into town. I got a couple of really good ones here, as it was reasonably quiet and we would have been able to hear if anybody was coming up in enough time not to be totally busted, although I think what we were up to would have been pretty obvious. Once she had her coat open Linzi didn't need to close it again in a hurry and was able to concentrate a bit more on posing, which she was clearly enjoying. For one of them she squatted with her legs apart and lightly fingered herself, which is one of the horniest sights I have ever seen. We then headed towards the town centre to try some more risky shots. Just after we had crossed the bridge we came to a phone box which seemed like a good opportunity, and Linzi posed holding the door open - we were now on a residential street so she could have been seen from one of the houses (and probably was) or by a passing car, although we weren't aware of anybody noticing what we did. As we came into the town centre things became a bit more challenging, partly because there were more people around and it was difficult to be discreet. Linzi had no desire to get into trouble, so any flashing had to be very quick, and taking photos in the street could draw attention even without any skin being on display. These days nobody bats an eyelid if you take pictures on your phone in the frozen food aisle of a supermarket, for example, and I've managed to get a good number of flashing photos in all kinds of locations on my trusty Samsung, but back the 90s it wasn't so easy. Anyway, our first couple of attempts - in a shop doorway and by the 'pay and display' sign in a car park came to nothing, either because it was just too busy or because people were helpfully waiting for me to take the picture before they walked past. After a bit of a re-think we managed a few crafty flashing shots among the shoppers. The town centre isn't much to write a home about, but a handful of old buildings had survived the developers and there were still a few nooks and corners that could be considered photogenic. Probably the most daring was when she sat on a bench in front of Marks and Spencer and I crouched down for a low angle photo. She opened her legs and I got a great shot of her bare pussy just outside the country's number one knicker retailer. There was a narrow passage between two buildings that also worked well for us - it wasn't wide enough for two people to pass, so she didn't have to worry about anybody coming from behind and could see if anybody was approaching over my shoulder. As it happens an older couple did come into the passage behind me as I took the shot - I don't know how much they saw but Linzi said she got a very cheeky grin as they walked past. After an hour or so we decided to head back the way we came. When we got to the footbridge Linzi decided that we should get a few more snaps there, and when we were on the bridge and had it to ourselves she removed her coat completely and struck a few very provocative standing poses like a professional porn starlet. I suppose it only took 2 minutes at the most, but it was incredibly exciting for both of us and when she put her coat back on washed back to my place for another frenzied quickie. Once we had caught our breath she decided that it was time to get ready for the evening and disappeared into the bathroom for a lengthy session of whatever it is that ladies do to get themselves ready for a night out. My own preparations consisted of digging out a not too badly creased shirt, a pair of chinos and brown leather loafers - not exactly Mr Stylish, but smart enough for Antonio's. I then had plenty of time for a mug of tea and some quality time with the telly, before Linzi came down looking good enough to eat in her black stockings and suspenders, gold chain round her waist and nothing else. "Shall we go? I'll just put my boots on." "OK." I put my jacket on, Linzi put on her coat and picked up her handbag and off we went. It only took about 10 minutes to drive there, but all the time my mind was buzzing and my cock was twitching (I was going commando, as I generally did when out with Linzi). As we entered the restaurant, she excused herself and headed to the ladies toilet. A couple of minutes later she emerged, spotted where I was sitting and took off her coat and handed it to the waiter to hang up. She was wearing one of my best shirts, a blue Ralph Lauren that had been a Christmas present a couple of years back. It looked a lot better on her than it ever did on me - she had rolled the sleeves up to the elbows, used her gold chain as a belt and done up just enough buttons to be decent. She walked over, flashing her stocking tops with every step but not quite showing her pussy, and before she sat down leaned over to kiss me, giving me a clear view of her tits. I don't know how much anybody behind us saw, but she had already turned a few heads. "I hope you don't mind me borrowing this, but I didn't have anything else to wear!" "You look amazing!" "I had to scrunch it up a bit to get it in my bag, but it was only for a little while." "Did you go into one of the cubicles to put it on?" "I'm afraid so, I was tempted to put it on standing in front of the mirror but I bottled out at the last minute." "The night is still young..." For the next couple of hours we enjoyed a very pleasant Italian meal - "Antonio" may have been a Mancunian trucker but he was sensible enough to employ a very talented chef from Perugia in the kitchen. The service was attentive, no doubt helped by the waiters getting a perfect view of Linzi's bare tits down the shirt she was almost wearing, and probably a generous expanse of thigh above her stocking tops as well. For once she went easy on the drink, only having a couple of glasses of wine, and was quite ladylike if you overlooked the amount of skin she was showing. Finally, it was time for coffee, a brandy for Linzi (I was driving so I just had a cappuccino) and the bill. I got one of the waiters to take a couple of photos of us (I wanted to use up the film and get it developed), which he seemed more than happy to do, especially as he almost certainly got a glimpse of pussy. I had already dared Linzi to change in the main area of the ladies' toilet, and to hand me my shirt back before we left, so while I was settling up she got her coat and disappeared for a minute or two. She then reappeared with the belt on her coat tied but the buttons still undone, and had my shirt in her hand. She passed it to me, thanked me for letting her wear it and we left, aware that half the people in there knew exactly what was going on. As we headed across the car park she undid the belt on her coat and let it fall open, and stayed like that in the passenger seat as I drove back. On the way home told me that the evening had been even more enjoyable than she expected. She also told me that one of the cubicles in the ladies was occupied when she went in to slip my shirt off, which made it a bit more exciting, and that another slightly older woman came in just as she was putting her coat on. The other woman just said that she hoped I enjoyed the sexy treat Linzi was about to give me, and that she had done the same thing herself before and it had always worked well. We were both still buzzing when we got home, and ended the day with a third energetic bout of horizontal jogging on my sofa. Linzi had to leave the following morning, so after a quick breakfast I drove her to the station. There were still 3 exposures left on the film, so I suggested that we leave early and try to get a few more flashing photos. As it was Sunday morning before the shops opened it was pretty quiet around the town, so I was able to get a good shot of her flashing under the 'pay and display' sign and a couple on the platform, the last one just as the train arrived. That weekend had been the high point of my sex life so far, and even more than 20 years later it's still close to the top of the pile. There were more adventures to come with Linzi, and at some point I will write about the more memorable occurrences, but that was an incredible couple of days of flashing and fucking.

Humiliated at the Grocery Store bymyoddnewlife© Hello everyone, I am new to this stuff, so here's a little back stops on me. I am a very shy 26 year old woman, I am 5'2" and 105 lbs. My bra size is 34C, and I have shoulder length reddish brown hair. Up until recently I have had a very normal sex life, no one had even seen me naked until I was married (yup virgin bride). In fact a crazy night for me before was if my husband, who I will call Josh, and I switched positions so I was on top!  So you may be asking, how did I go from that to this? I did it for my marriage and I stand by my choice. Josh was in a bit of an unhappy mood for a little while now and I finally got him to tell me what was wrong a few weeks ago. Josh admitted to me that he has felt unfulfilled with our sex life. He mentioned that he did not feel like he would ever be able to realize his sexual fantasies with me. Not long ago, in an attempt to help my marriage, I read a healthy marriage book that had a portion that said for a relationship to truly work, both partners must try to fulfill the other's sexual needs. At the time I didn't know sex was a problem. I really wanted Josh to be happy again so I took the book's advice and prepared for the worst. I let josh know that he could be open with me, and even though I wasn't very experienced I would do my best to fulfill his needs no matter what they were.  One of his desires was for me to write about my experiences, being completely honest on how they make me feel and post them on the net so he could read the comments it gets with me, so here I go. Josh told me that his greatest sexual fantasy involved women in public embarrassment. He said he had an outfit for me, that he was hoping I would wear and go with him somewhere he had picked out. He looked at me with worry and sadness in his eyes and said, if this is to much for you I would understand. Though I was terrified of the phrase "public embarrassment" and what kind of outfit would go along with that, I was determined to make him happy again by fulfilling his fantasy. So I assured him with a sweet voice that I would try anything for him because I love him dearly. Josh smiled at me, said I love you too and told me I was very sweet for trying this. He pulled out a short black skirt, a white flowing cut off shirt, and black high heels. He asked me if I would go put them on and show him how it looked . I sorted through the items, a little uneasy at the revealing nature of the clothes, and asked if I there was anything else to go with it, I was really hoping there was. Josh told that was everything, in fact he even preferred I not wear any underwear with the outfit. I started feeling very nervous. I nodded shakily at him and went into the bathroom to change. I first slipped on the skirt. It sat low enough on my hips that the v shaped lines that lead to my crotch were clearly visible and if I had pubic hair (Josh asked me to shave it off) it would have been showing over the top. It was also very short, barely coming down below my butt. It was not tight so it swayed when I moved. Next I put on the shirt; it had a deep loose neckline, stopping only a couple inches above my nipples. The bottom of the shirt was cut short, by my husband from the look of the hanging threads, it hung loosely just below my breasts. The shirt was sleeveless and the arm holes were very large coming down almost to the bottom of the cut off shirt. The thin white fabric clung to my nipples and left little to the imagination. I put on the 3 inch heels and stepped out into the bedroom where Josh waited. I could tell he was turned on by the way he was looking at me and this made me feel shy, but happy. It had been a while since I got that feeling from him. He took me to a mirror and asked me what I thought.  I didn't know what to think, it was embarrassing just to see myself like that, let alone go outside wearing it were other people could see me! I could see my skirt was so very small, there was only inches of material to spare concealing my privates. My shirt was just as bad, the large arm holes allowed a small peek at the side of my breasts, and it was cut so short that if I raised my arms a little the bottom of my breasts were exposed. Because of how loosely it hung around me, depending on how I moved I could end up showing a lot more! It looked like something that required an under-shirt. Eventually I just shrugged and asked meekly "do you like it?" Josh smiled a huge smile and said it looked even better than he could have imagined. He told me that he loved it and how happy he was that I was doing this for him. Then he told me that if I was ready we should head to the car before it got to late in the day. I was so close to begging him to let me at least wear underwear before we go anywhere, I was so terrified of people seeing me like this! However, I fought off the temptation. This was his fantasy, and I was determined to fulfill it. When I had calmed down a little I stuttered out "I thi- I think I'm r-ready." Josh hugged me closely and whispered in my ear how thankful he was to have me. He kissed me softly on my neck a few times, which made me realize this was already helping. When he let me go I realized that the hug caused one of my breasts to come out the neck of my shirt. I fixed it thinking of how careful I would have to be with it. Then we slowly made our way to the garage, only because I was walking at a snails pace do to my fright. Luckily our garage connects to the house so I was able to get in the car without the neighbors seeing me like that. When I sat down, my skirt was too short to sit on so my bare butt was on the cold leather. Josh got in, gave me a hungry look, then hit the button to open the garage and we were off.  We drove a long way from home, about an hours drive. At first I was nervous being in the car dressed like that but after a while I realized no one could tell what I was wearing in the safety of the car. For a while during the drive Josh rubbed his hand up and down my exposed thigh and between my legs. This drove me crazy! Because he had been down for so long I was not used to affection like that and I was really enjoying it, besides the fact that it really helped take my mind off of how terrified I was. Finally Josh pulled into a parking lot for an old discount grocery store, he parked as far from the doors as possible and turned to me. He looked at me with nervous hopeful eyes, the way he looks when he really wants something but is worried I will say no. I was hoping this trip would be to somewhere a little less public like a mostly empty park or something but a grocery store? I thought hopefully to myself that maybe he parked so far away because we were staying in the parking lot. This was not the case Josh asked me nervously if I would go shopping with him? I wanted to cry I was so scared but the look on his face and the happiness I wanted for him forced me to agree with a nod, I didn't dare speak for fear of sobbing. Josh smiled with excitement and gave me a list telling me that he would like me to get everything on the list. I was very nervous at this request, I was terrified to be seen wearing what I was. I didn't want to make Josh think I would refuse so I held in my fears. I nodded again.  He went on to say that he checked this place out yesterday and wrote down the items that would cause me a little embarrassment. He wanted me to walk ahead of him at all times so he could stand back and watch me and other people's reactions. He also handed me my phone and said to keep it with me for further instructions. Then he asked if I had any questions. I was shaking all over in fear! How was I going to go shopping like this?! I thought about a million questions I wanted to ask, all of them involved getting out of this or changing my clothes, but the excited look on his face stopped me. If I could do this just the way he wants, I thought to myself, he would be so very happy. I shook my head and managed to mutter, that I trusted his judgments. He thanked me and grabbed me tightly, giving me a kiss that was more passionate than I ever received in my life and added with my nerves made my head spin. This gave me confidence that I was doing the right thing, even if I was scared to death. Then he got out and opened my door for me. I carefully stood up pulling my skirt down and made sure nothing was poking out of my shirt in a futile attempt at decency. Josh chuckled softly at me and told me he knew I felt exposed and embarrassed, but asked me if I could refrain from touching my clothes again until we got back to the car no matter what. I agreed with a shy nod. Josh handed me my debit card and closed the door behind me. Looking at me with the happiest smile I had seen on him in a very long time, he softly caressed my butt for a second and asked me to lead the way. I slowly began walking to the store, trying to act as normal as I could, which was an impossible task. I felt so exposed. There was a chill in the air and just a slight breeze. I had goose bumps and my nipples were stiff causing little points in my shirt. Every little gust of wind fluttered my too short skirt and loose flowing shirt. I felt the breeze flutter around my breasts, between my legs and on the bottom of my butt. The feeling was making me feel even more exposed! It was about 1pm on a Monday so there were only a few people in the parking lot and none of them noticed me at first. There was a young couple ahead of me walking towards the store, an elderly couple coming out and a man in his forties loading his groceries into his trunk three cars in front of me. I looked back quickly to see Josh, he was about 10 feet behind me watching me with an excited smile. The man at his car noticed me as I was two cars away, just as he looked at me a slightly stronger gust of wind came lifting my shirt up a little exposing the bottom of one of my breast for a brief moment and almost let the other slip out the deep neck line. I gasped and blushed deeply, grabbing my shirt before I remembered I wasn't supposed to touch it. I looked back at Josh in apology and he shook his head at me. The man at his car stared at me open mouthed as I passed by him. As I passed the elderly couple on my way to the doors the man smiled a happy smile at me while the woman scowled viciously at me. I thought she would say something mean to me but she kept walking. As the automatic doors opened for me and I walked in a gust of air rushed into the store with me. The gust blew the back of my skirt up and caused it to cling in that position uncovering half of my butt! I freaked and jumped a little, luckily the extra force on my next foot fall caused my skirt to fall back down. It only lasted a second, but I was so ashamed. I looked around and I was pretty sure no one saw, well besides Josh who was chuckling to himself. My skirt still felt a little odd and I wanted more than anything to smooth it out with my hands but I stopped myself from touching it, besides I could feel the fabric on my cheeks again so I thought it must be back to normal.  Later Josh told me that my skirt was still a little bunched up exposing a little of the crease where my cheeks meet my thighs when I stepped. He told me this lasted quite a few minutes, until I reached for something and it straitened out, and got me some interesting looks from people behind me. I looked at the wrinkled up list, it was not long but some of it seemed very embarrassing, here is what the list said: -1 Carrot -1 Cucumber -2 40 lbs bags of rice (bottom shelf) -3 Large bags of flour (top shelf)(don't use steps) -4 Sirloin steaks (bottom, back)(1 at a time)(bend at the waist) -6 Cans of soup (top shelf, back)(one at a time)(use steps) -1 Vibrating toothbrush -1 Box of each kind of condom -3 Tubes of personal lubricant -2 half gallon skim milk (bottom shelf)(furthest in back)(bend at waist) --When finished await further instruction on your phone ----I love you more than anything in the world! Now some of you may have noticed a pattern in the list, I didn't. I was to worried about the specific instructions. I tried my best not to worry about that just yet however. I grabbed a shopping cart and headed quickly to the produce department, wanting to get done as soon as possible. Holding the cart handle with my arms outstretched like normal opened the side of my shirt a little so I held the cart right up against me with my arms bent. I picked up one cucumber, and one carrot, thinking to myself 'who buys one carrot?' But that is what the list said. I received a text from Josh that asked me to straiten my arms again. I did what he asked. Pushing the cart like this allowed the holes on the side of my shirt to flutter openly while I walked and I could tell that someone looking from the side would be able to see a good portion of the side of my breasts. I noticed two middle aged women to my left whispering to each other and staring at me with disgusted looks on their faces, obviously shocked at what I wore to a grocery store and what they could see. I looked down blushing violently and headed for my first isle. First was the 40 lbs bags of rice on the bottom shelf, I looked at them for a moment, trying to determine the safest way to pick them up and put them in the cart. I decided since they were so heavy that I would squat to pick them up. I was hoping the isle would empty out but there was always someone coming or going. Finally I decided to go for it when there were just two people in the isle reading labels. I squatted down and grabbed the first bag and held it to my chest as I lifted it up, no easy task in high heels. I squatted back down to grab the second bag just as a barely out of school teenage employee walked down the the isle and saw me. I quickly grabbed the bag, held it to my chest and lifted. I didn't have very good grip and the bag began to slip. The teenage employee hurried over and asked "Ma'am do you need some hel... Uh, I mean, um..." When the bag slipped it pulled my shirt down just enough for my left breast slip out the neck line. The boy was just standing there staring at it. I dropped the bag to release my shirt but it was stuck under my breast. I looked over at Josh with a humiliated look, he had a huge smile on his face, I was hoping he would give me some sign that I could adjust my shirt but he didn't. I was desperate, I grabbed the bag of rice and lifted it quickly with a strength born of desperation all the way up so that it lifted my shirt and rubbed against my exposed breast. This did the trick, my breast was covered, barely. I threw the rice into the cart, turned away from the boy and shook my shoulders to even out my shirt. I turned around, horrified to see that the woman down the isle, who was reading labels had noticed as well and was staring with her mouth open. I had never been so embarrassed in all my life!  Josh was staring at me smiling a genuinely happy smile. I could not understand why my humiliation was making him smile, all I knew is that I wanted him to smile more and he smiled a lot that day. The boy who was staring at me stammered some nervous apology and almost ran down the isle. The woman who saw the show regained her composure and gave me an odd look and she left too. Once I had calmed down again I moved on down the isle slowly, my legs were a little shaky from my nerves. The flour was almost at the end of the isle, closest to the registers. There were many types but only one on the top row, which was what my note said I needed. There were little steps I could pull over to use but my note said not to, which meant with my short height I would really have to stretch to get the bags down. This worried me since once I raised my arms my shirt would come up. I looked around, there were a few people waiting in line by the register but they were mostly paying attention to loading up groceries. There were also people milling around down the isle, the way I came. I thought maybe if I grabbed them quickly no one would see. I quickly reached up, feeling the fabric of my shirt slide up over my nipples, grabbed a bag of flour and almost threw it in my cart. I looked around and no one seemed to be looking at me. A little relieved I reached up quickly to grab the next one, again exposing my breasts, and put the bag in the cart. I looked around again and it looked like a couple down the isle were pretending not to look at me, but they kept glancing over. Finally I grabbed the last bag turned to notice the wife/girlfriend covering her mouth giggling. I quickly grabbed my cart and left the isle and turned down the next. This isle didn't have anything from my list, but the back wall did have the steaks that I needed. This item seemed to have the hardest instruction out of all of them, there were about 5 shelves for the meats and I had to get 4 steaks from the bottom, all the way in the back, which would cause me to need to get very low to reach them. Combine that with the fact that I had to bend at my waist, which would expose my butt, and the fact that this area was the most visible in the store. There were people coming and going from everywhere, there was no way I wouldn't be seen! I decided to save this one for last, after all Josh never said I had to go in order. I looked over at him and mouthed that I would be back for these, he just nodded grinning at me. I moved on to the next isle where the soup was, pulled up one of the little steps and put it in front of the cans I needed. There was only one person down this isle and he was walking away so I hurried and got started, I climbed the three steps, this would have allowed anyone to see right up my skirt so I had my knees touching. I leaned forward a little and reached back to grab my first can, once in hand I hurried down just in time for an old woman, driving a one of those motorized carts, to pass by. I looked over at Josh breathing a sigh of relief. I put the can in the cart and did it two more times without incident.  On my third time I almost ran right into a girl who looked around 20 years old on my way back down the steps. She was leaning her arms on her cart looking up my skirt with a big comic smile on her face. She stood up strait in front of me but did not move. She was tall and fit with reasonably attractive features. Her hair was short and unnaturally blond ,it was carefully styled to stick out in every direction. She was wearing black tights and a cut-off, though not as cut-off as mine, Elmo shirt to show off her sparkling belly button ring. She stood there blocking my way looking up my shirt. She laughed softly and asked if I had lost a bet or something? I was bright red and trembling all over, I didn't know what to say so just shook my head and looked away in embarrassment. I realized she wasn't moving so I stepped down and squeezed past her. She moved a little at the last minute as she tried to press me for more information but I just put my soup in the cart and stood there staring at the ground trying to stop myself from running out the door in tears. She quickly realized I wouldn't be responding any time soon so she told me she would let me get back to whatever it was I was doing. She didn't leave however, she just stood there watching me!  I didn't know what to do so I looked to Josh for help, he just nodded and motioned with his hand for me to continue. I was shocked how could I continue with this woman watching me!? I looked back at Josh with a pitiful face begging him to let me move on. His smile began to fade and I saw his eyes growing dim again, he thought I was going to give up on his fantasy I thought. I couldn't stand to see that happen so I took a deep breath and hurried up the stairs for another can as I looked back at Josh, he was smiling again.  The girl behind me, I'll call her Elmo girl, laughed again and said "you do know I can see your, well, everything, when you do that right?" I was so humiliated! I didn't say anything in response I just threw my fifth can in the cart and hurried up for my last one, as I got my hands on the last can I heard Elmo girl's voice talking, telling someone about what I was doing and laughing. I came down with my last can to see her on the phone explaining how she was able to see right up my skirt! I dropped the can in the cart and hurried off to the next isle, as I left she called out "aww shows over already?" In the next isle I grabbed the vibrating toothbrush and headed to the female hygiene section where the condoms and lube would be. I began grabbing one of each style of condom when Elmo girl came around the corner, she laughed and told me she was glad I hadn't left yet. I tried to ignore her, I ended up with about ten different condom boxes. I grabbed the three tubes of lube and quickly moved on as Elmo girl's phone rang and she said something about me having a fun night. I skipped the last few isles and found the milk in the back corner, like with the steak there was no way to prevent people from seeing me here but it appeared no one was looking so I opened the glass door where the milk was stored and bent down. To reach the milk on the bottom shelf, at the very back, while bending at the waist I had to lean so far over I could have touched the ground. In this position my butt was exposed and my shirt was drooping forward completely exposing my breasts. It was really hard to get a carton of milk out from the back with all the other cartons in the way. I spent what seemed like forever getting it out and when I stood up again there was a middle aged man right beside me staring at my chest. I blushed and turned to put my milk carton in the cart and saw a couple people looking at me from a distance. I glanced over at Josh biting my lip. Again he looked very happy, I just did not get what this did for him, but every time I looked at him he was staring at me with happy hungry eyes.  The middle aged man turned and walked away. I quickly opened the door back up and bent over to grab my second carton of milk. This one took just as long as the last and just as I almost had it out I heard something fall to the floor behind me. I got the milk out, and straitened up to see an older woman a few yards away who was looking over at me, shocked, with her bottle of creamer on the floor. I grabbed my cart and hurried off back to the meat section. I got to where the sirloins were and made sure no one was looking and immediately bent down at the waist as I was supposed to, in order to get the steaks that were again at the bottom back. I was just as exposed here as I was with the milk, but at least the steak didn't get stuck coming out, so this one actually turned out to be easier. I got two out and was bent over getting the third when I heard a some one say "oh my god!" Followed by a familiar laugh and a familiar voice say "I told you I was telling the truth." I stood up with the steak in hand and turned to see Elmo girl standing behind me with another girl about the same age. This new girl was a little shorter than Elmo girl, she was prettier than her friend though, she had natural looking light brown hair that curled around her face, she had on a tight pair of jeans and a little spaghetti strap with the tootsie pop owl on it, so I'll call her Tootsie. Odd as it may seem, as embarrassed as I was, I actually remember thinking 'wow, I haven't seen that owl in years!' They were asking things like "what are you doing?" And "is this some kind of dare or something?" Tootsie said "you look totally humiliated, why do this to yourself?", but I was too embarrassed to respond. I realized they wouldn't leave me alone so I told myself once I did this one more time I could leave. I quickly bent over grabbed the steak and and stood up again as the girls laughed and talked to each other about why they thought I was doing this. I turned to Josh to see him texting, I grabbed my phone from my cart as it went off. I was shocked to see the instructions it said "Hey baby, great job so far! You have no idea how happy you are making me. I have one last thing for you before you check out. Please go put the following things back exactly how you got them: The steaks, rice, flour, soup and milk. Thank you my love." I looked back at him with tears forming in my eyes. For a moment I thought he was punishing me for something. I actually let myself believe for a moment that he was cruel and mean! A part of me wanted to storm off but I couldn't, I saw in his face that he loved me and that, by doing this I was making him happy, something I was failing at before. So I just accepted this degrading assignment, took a deep breath, and readied myself for more humiliation. I grabbed one of the steaks and I bent over low to put it back. As I did so Elmo girl said something like "oh my god, she's going at it again!" As I continued putting the steaks back the, girls continued talking about the parts of me they could see and trying to figure out why on earth I would do such a thing! I got done with the steaks just as I gained a couple more on-lookers. Elmo girl was telling them about what she had seen me doing so far. I quickly pushed my cart to the first isle I started on and found the spot for the rice. To my dismay the two girls had started following me. I grabbed the first huge bag of rice and lifted it out of the cart, this time careful not to let it slip. When I hunched down to put the rice in place I heard Tootsie tell Elmo girl, "look when she hunches you can see her whole tit from the side!" They laughed and my embarrassment started to get the best of me, a single tear slid down my cheek. I got the other bag in place and moved on to the end of the isle where the flour was. There was no point to look around because the girls were following closely now, and it appeared one or two people from the checkout were starting to glance my way. I grabbed a bag of flour and lifted it high to put it on the shelf, resulting in the girls laughing and a couple shocked remarks from passerby's. They watched as I did this two more times, another tear slid down my cheek at the thought of them looking at me.  I looked to Josh with tear filled eyes and saw him adjust himself, he was starting to grow a bit of a bulge in this pants. This deplorable situation was turning him on! I didn't know what I thought about that, so I just tried my best to get this horrifying shopping assignment completed. With the last bag up I hurried to the isle with the canned soup, desperately hoping no one would follow. I got to the spot for the soup and my steps were still there. The two girls came around the corner in time to see me climbing the steps, Elmo girl exclaimed how she had seen this before. I reached the top step and put the first back in its spot all the way in the back, trying to ignore the things they were saying. It didn't work, they were asking why I even wore clothes at all since they could see everything anyway. Elmo girl even offered me $50 to finish whatever I was doing naked. I was so humiliated my eyes filled with tears. I hurried back up the steps with the second can, as a young couple came to see what was going on. I put the can back in its spot receiving a gasp and a "what the hell from the couple?" I caught a sob in my throat and started blinking a lot. Two employees, the boy from earlier, and an older man, joined the group as I rushed down the steps trying to hold back the tears. My heel caught the bottom step in my hurry and I stumbled forward right into Tootsie. I managed to maintain my footing with her help but as I pulled away I noticed my shirt had slid up and bunched over my breasts! People, who seemed genuinely concerned at first began to laugh at me as I stomped and shook my shoulders trying to get my shirt loose. I was full on crying now, but for some reason I still was trying to do this for my husband, so I never touched my shirt to pull it down. The tears were pouring down my cheeks as people slowly stopped laughing and asked why I didn't just pull my shirt down.  I thought the same thing myself, why not just pull my shirt down?! Josh could not blame me if I did, I have been torturing myself for him over the last half an hour, the least he could do is let me fix my damn shirt! I looked over at him again to see him with that stupid happy look on his face and I immediately remembered why I was doing this. My tears dried up a bit and I was ready to finish this by the rules, for Josh, my greatest love! What I did next, I cannot believe believe myself. I turned to Elmo girl and asked her in a humiliated and stuttering voice if she would pull down my shirt for me? I told her I am not supposed to touch my clothes, no matter what. Elmo girl was shocked for a second and exclaimed "so this is some kind of bet!?" I told her it was something like that as she laughed loudly. She asked me "so no matter what happens you cannot touch your clothes?" As she grabbed my shirt and pulled it all the way up. People gasped and laughed, one woman even stood up for me telling Elmo girl to "stop torturing the poor confused girl." I just stood there, tears returning to my eyes as I begged "please?!" Elmo girl finally said "fine, you are lucky I am such a nice girl!" With a giggle. Then she pulled my shirt down in place. I noticed my crowd had grown significantly and some of them had camera phones pointed at me. This pushed me all the more to get this over with. I hurried and got though the last 4 cans being careful about my footing. Now that people sort of knew why I was doing this, they began to tease me a lot more, Elmo girl was especially relentless. At one point as I was finishing up with the soup she asked if she pulled my skirt down if I would have to walk around without it? I was terrified she was going to do it so I backed up against the isle and stared at her in horror. She just laughed and said "I guess that's a yes!" I looked over at Josh and saw him laughing a little and staring at me with the most intense expression, later he told me it was lust. I squeezed through the people with my cart. 'Only milk left to put back' I thought to myself with relief, until I remembered how much of a pain the milk was to get out. I arrived at the milk section with my spectators close behind. I was so ready to be done with this I hurried and grabbed my first milk and, bending at the waist, started trying to get the carton passed all the other milks to the back. Again it seemed to take forever as I frantically tried to get the milk back. People were mocking me and ridiculing me behind me. I almost had my first milk in place but the other cartons kept falling down, getting in my way. As I was fixing this I felt someone grab my skirt, pull it up and tuck it into my waistband! I jerked out of the fridge and turned around, the back of my skirt was pulled up exposing most of my butt, I was stomping furiously to try to get it to fall back down. Everyone was laughing hysterically at my futile attempts, Josh was smiling at me of course.  Elmo girl came up to me and told me it was just a joke and that she would fix it. I stood still as she grabbed my skirt and to my horror, pulled the waistband up and tucked the rest of my skirt into the band!  My entire skirt was now just a roll of material circling my waist. I may as well have just been wearing a thick belt. My shaved crotch and butt were completely exposed. People cheered, laughed, or gasped in shock. Me, I cried, one woman told someone to pull my skirt back down, but no one did. I stood there with my hands over my crotch for a moment not knowing what to do as people laughed and took pictures of me. Josh, looking happier than ever, motioned me to continue and I was horrified! I vowed to never do this kind of thing again!  I grabbed the last milk and shoved it in the fridge and slammed it closed. Josh, looking very amused, motioned me to head to the checkout. I moved as fast as I could in my heels to the checkout to pay for my items. The cashier a sour middle aged woman mumbled something about a slut and rung up my items. The items I bought were meant to be humiliating but after what I had been through, and standing there virtually bottomless, the sexual suggestions of my purchase didn't phase me. I had a carrot, a cucumber, a vibrating toothbrush, a collection of condoms and 3 tubes of lube. The baggers, were moving especially slow, looking at my exposed butt, they couldn't see more because I had my front pressed against the checkout counter. I paid with my card and as I grabbed my bags Elmo girl came up behind me and fixed my skirt with a laugh. She shoved a piece of paper into one of my bags and begged me, to call her sometime, saying she threw the best parties and hoped I would come to one of them.  I thought to myself 'you must be insane, I would never call you after this!' Little did I know that my husband had other plans for the invitation. I hurried out the doors to the sound, oddly enough, of clapping. I rushed back to the car and as Josh came up to me I was fully prepared to chew his butt for putting me through that, but he caught me off guard. He grabbed me tightly in his arms and began passionately kissing my lips and groping my body. The bags fell out of my hands onto the ground as I grabbed him and kissed him back, crying again, but this time for joy. Josh opened the door and pushed me in, he grabbed the bags and came around to the drivers seat. We drove about two minutes to a hotel which Josh already had a room purchased.  People stared at me as we rushed to our room but now I didn't care. When we got into our room Josh didn't even remove my clothes before we went at it like rabbits. We made love all afternoon and even woke up in the middle of the night to go at it again. We went at it again in the morning and checked out to head home.  Josh's passion was so strong, and he was so happy that I decided what I went through was more than worth it. I had never been so sexually pleased in my life! I vowed, that if it meant getting this in return I would do anything my husband asked from now on! On the way home Josh told me he never expected that to go so far, the outfit turned out to be much more revealing than he thought. Also that girl following me around and pulling up my skirt was very unexpected. He told me he thought very much about calling it quits a few times, but I just kept pushing through. He was so happy that I went through all that for him. Then he smiled and pulled out the piece of paper with a phone number on it and said that I would need this, because he wanted that girl to be a part of another adventure of ours! I was so ashamed to think about what things he was thinking up for me next, I just knew I would do anything for another night like last night! That was my horrifying shopping experience. Though it was torture, and I was sick with fear and humiliation the whole time, the way it pleased my husband and consequently the amazing sex afterward made it all worth it.  There is no plan yet for another horrifying event, Josh is still going on and on about the grocery store, when there is one I will record my humiliation again for you all.  My husband would appreciate very much any comment you could share about my experience or about possible ideas for future endeavors. Please go easy on me, both with ideas for future plans and comments. As I said I am not real experienced with sex, so I might need a little more explanation than most.

Hina's ENF Stories by anonenffan Chapter 8. Hina’s REAL Hobby The sewing machine gave consistent ticks as its operator’s vigilant eye observed its progress. Every repair came together with surgical precision, matching the original fabric. After applying the thread, the tailor picked up a magnifying glass to inspect her work. She smiled at her results. “I think that does it! Here you go,” she said, handing the garment to her friend. The blonde took the skirt and looked it over. She raised her eyebrows, and she nodded. “Wow, I can’t even tell where the tear was. This is really good!” Hina smiled and began storing her spools of thread in a drawer. “Those work skirts are not built to last. They found the cheapest zipper in the world for those things.” She shook her head. “I’ve fixed a ton of those just for myself.” “I can tell,” Stacy looked at the cloth again, marveling at the seamless repair. New fibers blended with old without a hint of color difference. “How come you don’t do the textile stuff more often? Have you ever designed anything?” Hina shrugged as she stood up, “I mainly did it because I had to. I mean, I liked making things look good again, but I never really thought about designing something of my own.” She put a hand to her chin and looked over her sewing equipment. “Maybe I could put something together…” “Well, you should do something with your time. You know, between vacations.” Stacy smirked and crossed her arms. “Or do you have a different hobby you’d rather explore?” A vibrant blush invaded Hina’s cheeks. She couldn’t make eye contact with Stacy after hearing that. Her friend’s smirk made her run a hand through her hair as she turned her back towards the blonde. “I um…” She glanced at some of her old sewing equipment again, seeing her escape. “You know, maybe I will try designing something. I just um… I need some supplies! Yep, I need more thread, some fabric, and a few more tools. I’ve gotta do a little shopping!” Hina gave a nervous laugh as she started a brisk walk past Stacy. “I’ll see you later!” “Don’t go planning another camping trip without me!” Stacy winked. Hina’s walk turned into a jog as she ran to her driveway. With her car keys in hand and a purse hanging over her shoulder, she kept moving. Her blush faded some, but the red color remained visible. By the time she pulled into the parking lot, her mind returned to calculated thoughts of fabric. The brightly colored sign above the “Yarn Barn” hung over the entrance. She smiled and stepped inside. Crisp air conditioning greeted her as the automatic doors opened. Calming sounds of acoustic instruments humming out of the store’s sound system. Bright fluorescent lights buzzed above the many aisles. Wandering shoppers explored the shelves and discussed stitching techniques. Hina stood at the entrance as her face beamed in every direction. Familiar shelves containing needles and fabrics displayed colorful signs that promised excellent prices. Design books, sewing dummies, and hundreds of different fabric bolts were all for sale. One aisle was dedicated solely to spools of thread in dozens of varieties and hundreds of colors. Hina stepped forward, inspecting a familiar stand. Looking at the stand felt like hearing a long forgotten song. “Oh my God, how many of these have I gone through?” she said, finding a black spool of thread. A giggle escaped her lips as she set it down. As Hina viewed all the shelves, she placed a hand to her chin. “Hmm… What to make… What to make…” She took a few steps towards the back of the store when she passed the sewing machines. Hina double backed seeing one in particular that demanded her attention. A Silk Goddess brand sewing machine sat on display, secured behind a large pane of locked glass. “Wow…” she plucked a pamphlet from the shelf. She ran a finger down the side of the paper, reading the list of features. It had it all: twenty needle positions, a stitching speed of fifteen hundred stitches per minute, twenty-five hundred stitch patterns, and embroidery capability. There was nothing it couldn’t do. “Wow… the things I could make with that,” she whispered. Her eyes explored the magnificent machine. They widened in shock upon discovering the price tag. She shook her head before rereading the price. “Jeez… you could almost get a new car for that…” Hina frowned and scratched her head. “I could afford it, but… No, my old one still works fine. Hmm… I want it, but I don’t *need* it.” As Hina turned around, there was a tug at her hips. “Hmm?” She stopped and glanced at the source of tension. Her skirt hung ensnared on a hook near a shelf. With it pulled out of place, a hint of her sky blue panties peeked above the waistband. Hina blushed and jerked her garment free before tugging it back to its proper position. “Gotta be more careful,” she said to herself. She shivered and blushed before shaking her head. Hina forced her attention on the bookshelf in the back row. As she approached, she saw an employee busy with her own tasks. With a price tag gun in one hand and a clipboard in the other, she scanned everything on the shelf. The woman looked in Hina’s direction and smiled. “Hello, can I help you find anything today?” “Um, yeah, I wanted to browse some of these books for design ideas.” Hina read over the many books that sat on the shelves. She looked back at the woman. “Any recommendations?” “Certainly!” she stood next to Hina and extended an open palm towards the book display. “We have them organized by skill level, so on the far left are entry-level books, and on the right are expert level.” Hina cupped her chin in her hand. “Hmm… I’m not sure where’d I’d place my skill. I can fix things, but I’ve never made anything from scratch.” The woman nodded and directed her hand lower. “Well, if you’re not sure, we have a big one down here that covers all levels,” she giggled. “It’s kind of heavy though.” Intrigued, Hina knelt down and saw the oversized tome of textile designs. The cover told of thousands of patterns within its pages for beginners and masters. “Well, that makes this easier!” Hina pulled the book from its shelf, straining her shoulders as gravity made its bid for the book. She gritted her teeth and struggled to stand up straight. “Wow…” The woman giggled. “Usually when someone wants that one, they fetch their boyfriend from the music shop next door.” “I can see why,” Hina grunted. “I don’t have a musical boyfriend, but I can handle this. I’m gonna shop some more, thank you.” “All right, if you need anything else, just ask!” she chirped as she drew her price gun. Hina lumbered away as her fingers protested handling the mammoth weight of the book. It was like carrying a bowling ball. Every few steps, Hina had to stop and use her knee to prop the book up. Hina reached the end of the aisle and turned her head towards the checkout lane. She glanced at her single item and hesitated. Another shopper in line carried several bundles of cloth and packs of yarn, her face in a bored expression that said this was just a normal shopping trip. A frown formed on Hina’s face as she looked to the exit, the checkout lane, and the book that strained her arms. She fidgeted before spotting a line of shopping carts by the door. “Ah ha!” Hina smiled, re-securing her hold on the hefty book. Hina took a step forward before stopping. Her frown returned as she looked to the cashier, who kept an eye on the exit and the line of carts right next to it. The brunette shook her head and continued to hesitate. Then, she spotted an answer in the form of a vacant shelf. Her smile returned as she walked towards her solution. Hina strained as she set the colossal book down. “Phew,” she wiped her forehead. “Don’t think that’s going anywhere.” She turned around to the line of carts when she felt a tug on her shoulders and chest, followed immediately by a rapid series of ticking sounds. “Hmm?” Cool air enveloped her cleavage. Plastic buttons scattered onto the tile floor like lost coins, their absence obvious to Hina on looking down since she was not expecting to see her bright blue bra. Yet that was exactly what she saw! Hina’s heart accelerated as she saw part of her shirt pinned between the book and the shelf. Fluttering clothing framed her smooth stomach to anyone looking her way. Hina spun around to yank her blouse free. The book surrendered the cloth without further conflict, but it inflicted its damage. Every single button was now scattered over the store floor, opening her top wide, uncovering her stomach. Her eyes scanned the nearby area for other shoppers. A small exhalation escaped her lips as she ducked below the top of the low display shelves to hide in the aisle. She pulled the shirt closed over her chest and lowered into a squat to get a better look at the floor. To reach for one of her lost buttons, she was forced to let go of the thin fabric, which bloused open with her movement. Her hands gripped the material and forced it shut once more as her face heated with blush. “What now…?” Hina gulped. She reached for her phone but stopped, cringing and shaking her head. Hina looked to the exit, her escape route, then back to the vigilant cashier. Hesitation continued to delay her as her fingers tapped against the side of a shelf. “Interested in the Silk Goddess?” came a familiar voice. Hina’s head snapped back. The employee from before approached. She had a friendly smile as she reached into one of her pockets. This made Hina turn around, keeping her better-dressed half facing the woman. “O-oh! Um, well,” Hina cleared her throat. “It certainly is impressive!” Her blush betrayed her secret as a free hand brushed hair out of her face again. “If you’re curious, I can let you try it out,” the woman said. “Oh no, that won’t be…” Hina looked back to the sewing machine, and then at her blouse. She paused for a few seconds and looked at the woman again. “On second thought… I think I um… I’d like to take it for a spin.” “Okay, sure! Let me just grab some scrap fabric and some thread. I’ll be right back!” the woman gave a relaxed smile and walked around the corner. All the while, the trembling girl kept her hands gripping the shirt. Hina took a deep breath. Her hands ran over the sides of the shirt, flattening the material and looking it over, inspecting it. The sight of her bra and uncovered tummy made her heart hammer. The woman returned with some red scrap fabric in hand. “Okay, here we go. This should be enough for a nice demo. The thread that’s in the machine already should match this.” She withdrew a key and unlocked the glass case before sliding it open as wide as possible. Hina held her shirt shut, keeping the front away from the employee’s line of sight. The woman prepared a spool of thread. As Hina waited, she heard the sounds of other customers in nearby aisles. She gulped and flattened the material against herself again. “Okay, it’s ready to go!” the woman chirped. “You can sew any pattern into this scrap cloth that you’d like!” “Th-thank you,” Hina said as she approached the machine. She gave the most pleasant smile she could but stood there, hesitating to make a move. “Here, let me run you through some of the features!” she waved her hand, beckoning Hina to get closer. “There’s a lot to cover, but I’ll show you some of the most interesting features first!” Hina’s fingertips tapped her thigh. “Oh, I don’t think that’s necessary, I like to… um…explore on my own.” “Well, let me just demonstrate a few things first. It’ll blow your mind!” she enthused. “I um… I think I’ll be fine, thank you,” Hina scratched her head. “It looks very… um… intuitive? Like you… like you don’t even need a manual!” She forced a giggle. The woman smiled at Hina. “Well, if you’re really that certain, I’ll leave you to it.” She stepped away from the sewing machine. “If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask.” “Thank you,” Hina smiled. She watched as the woman walked away, waiting for her chance. The woman went back to adjusting price tags. The brunette looked in every direction around her. She wandered away from the sewing machine to look around the corners. Other customers continued to talk but remained in their aisle. Hina darted back to the Silk Goddess. Hina took a deep breath, feeling as if her heart was going to jump out of her chest. It beat like a war drum, warning her of the risk. She gripped the fabric of her blouse and slid it off her shoulders. Her knees began to wobble. The bright blue color of her bra cheered at her eyes now that her shirt was out of the way. Soon after, she wrapped her arms around her chest. Her labored breathing drowned out the sound of other shoppers as she held the damaged clothing in her hand. Hina’s hands shook as she brought her outerwear up to the sewing machine. Having no hope of finding her scattered buttons, Hina decided simply to sew the front of the shirt together, then slip it on over her head. She pulled the formerly button-lined hem over and lined it up with the buttonholed side, spun the knob on the side of the machine a half turn to raise the needle, slid the corners into place, flipped the lever to drop the foot on the layered cloth to trap it in place, and then checked the alignment carefully. Satisfied and wanting desperately to repair her damaged garment, she pressed none-too-gently on the machine’s operating pedal. The Silk Goddess began its ticking work, pulling the blouse through the machine a stitch at a time. Hina bit her lip, keeping her eyes on the stitching. The thread left in the machine from its last use was a bright red, in contrast to both her blouse and bra, but she continued resolutely on despite the uneven stitching caused by her haste. “Just a little more here…” Hina muttered with a quaver as she approached the halfway point. Tap…tap…tap…tap…came the sound of a hard-soled shoe on the store’s cheap white tile. Hina’s pulse doubled. “Aah!” she gasped. She looked around in every direction as her arms. Although she was still alone, the taps grew louder. The half-dressed girl clutched her chest and ran around the corner into the next aisle. Crisp air conditioning glided over her exposed skin, reminding her of her wardrobe. She found seclusion in the next aisle, further from the sound of footsteps. Hina gulped and tried to cover herself. Feeling her bare shoulders made her eyes widen. “Oh no…!” Hina took a deep breath and peeked around the aisle. Her body trembled with an overload of nervousness. She saw two girls by the sewing machines and retreated. “Hey, they unlocked the Silk Goddess!” “Somebody must have been trying it out.” “No, no, no,” Hina whispered. She shook and her hands scrambled to find something to hold onto before finding her upper arms. “Hmm, weird, I see buttonholes but no buttons. What were they doing?” “Maybe it’s scrap cloth. You know, for a demo.” “Can I help you, ladies?” joined a third, familiar voice. Hina had to put a hand on a shelf to balance herself as her knees turned to jello. Her shirt, a critical piece of clothing, was the center of attention, and Hina was an aisle away from it. “Yeah, can we try out this machine?” “Oh, this one? Hmm… I could have sworn I just unlocked it for someone else. All right, go ahead!” “Okay, thanks!” Hina tried to slow her breathing. The store’s exit was ahead of her, a short run away. She looked at her exposed bra and then at her escape route. Her hand balled into a fist as she locked her sight onto the door. Tap…tap…tap…tap. The sound of footsteps got closer. Hina turned around, running towards the back of the store. She nearly tripped as she turned the corner, hearing the beep of a price gun follow her. Now separated from her cover and her escape route, Hina moved her protective hands to her skirt. Adrenaline surged through her veins she tried to hide. Hina looked at the two by the sewing machine. She took a deep breath and darted towards the next aisle. There was no response to her sneaking, so she ran down one more aisle then continued towards the last one, devoted to bolts of varicolored fabric. It was empty but for the shirtless girl. A sigh escaped her lips as her chest heaved. “I can’t believe this is happening,” Hina thought. Again, she tried to see a path to the exit. She ran her hands over her clothing, confirming everything remained in place. They fixated on her bra, gripping it, pressing it against herself. Her fingertips slipped under the cups. Hina’s blush heated further as she touched sensitive skin. The external contact sent a tingle through her body as her skin tightened. She noticed a subtle warmth between her thighs, forcing her to squeeze her legs together. She took meek steps towards the end of the aisle to bring the exit within view. Her skirt tickled her thighs the whole way. Hina shook her head and gripped the skirt, holding it so it couldn’t flutter. As Hina approached the end of the aisle, she stopped to listen. “…You don’t know how to use one of those, do you?” “I do too! It’s just faster than I thought it would be, that’s all.” “Oh yeah right! You mangled that thing!” A sinking feeling formed in Hina’s stomach. “Just get out… just get out…” Hina whispered to herself, looking at the exit. She lowered her stance and prepared to run. But before she could make her escape, she heard approaching footsteps again. “Nhh!” Hina gasped and turned back, running for the corner of the store. Her skirt fluttered without her hands to pin it down. It revealed her soft thighs and vibrant panties to anyone around her before she hid at the end of the aisle. Hina ducked into the final aisle of the small shop, occupied by dressmaker’s dummies, devoid of shoppers. She checked every direction, and the sounds of footsteps followed. “Nooo!” Hina whispered. She gritted her teeth and saw her only chance to hide. Hina looked back one more time and lowered herself to crawl into the space behind the dummies. The shelf creaked under Hina’s weight, but she focused on getting out of sight. Her path was blocked by boxes, but the frantic girl kept moving towards them. Then Hina felt resistance around her waist. “C-come on… come on!” Hina saw a hook had caught her skirt. Her rampant pulse pounded in her ears. She cringed and reached for the zipper of her skirt. The skirt lost its tension, and the panicking girl was able to pull herself forward. She felt the cold metal of the shelf against her thighs. Before long, Hina crawled her way to a darker part of the shelf, her view obscured by one of many large boxes. “Wow, full body models? When did they get these?” “I don’t know; seems new to me. Looks like you can dress them in anything you make.” A giggle followed. “They didn’t skip any details, I see.” Hina blushed and squeezed her thighs together. She tried to crawl in further. “Well, I mean, it makes sense. You wanna see if certain parts show through the clothes.” Another giggle followed. The undressed girl bit her lip, doing her best to be silent. Those boxes were the only thing protecting her decency. Her sustained adrenaline rush and warming womanhood kept her trembling. The footsteps approached and passed, allowing Hina to breathe a sigh of relief. She began to crawl backward, looking behind her as she moved. “Careful…” Her shoes reached the tile floor, and she felt the soft fabric of her skirt at her ankles. She smiled and began to crawl back faster. Then she felt resistance, this time at her chest. “Oh no…” Hina whispered. Her hands shook as they reached behind her, feeling the ensnaring hook. One arm wrapped around her chest, while the other reached for the clasp that secured her bra. Her underclothing went slack, held on only by her arm. Every move she made unclothed her body further! Hina kept the bra over her chest as she slid off of the shelf, clad only in her panties and footwear. She stood up and reached behind herself to fix her attire. Hina’s hand shook as her clumsy fingers fumbled the ends of the clasp. “C-come on… come on…” Once again she looked around and crawled deeper into the concealing boxes lining the aisle. Her chest heaved, shifting under the loose cover. The only thing keeping it from gravity was her own hand. Adrenaline kept her on her feet as cool air continued to wash over her skin. “Focus… focus…” Hina willed herself to ignore her body’s reactions. Her fingers gripped the clasp after struggling, but she heard approaching footsteps. “N-not again… c-come on!” she gasped. She clung her loose bra to her chest as she darted down the aisle. Then, Hina halted. “My skirt!” She turned to retrieve it when she saw the employee from earlier giving odd looks near the base of the shelf. “N-no,” Hina whispered before turning back to resume running. The end of the aisle put her near the front of the store with the exit in sight. Her remaining clothes consisted of the loose unclasped bra she held to her chest, the panties she wore, and the shoes on her feet. “I’ve got to…fix this…” Hina fidgeted with her bra once again. The cups shifted, brushing against her tender intimates. Her chest heaved, threatening to spill into freedom as a result of her labored breathing. A trembling hand fought to find its way to the clasp again but failed to grip it. “C-come on…” Hina bit her lip. Her fingers felt cold as her heart continued racing. Seconds passed like minutes before her limited cover tightened following a snap. “Oh my God…” Hina sighed as she tugged on the secure bra. As she kept her hands in covering positions, she took a few steps forward and looked toward the exit. “Are you even trying to make something?” “Ha ha… I mean, come on, what else could I have done?” “It doesn’t even look like a shirt anymore.” Hina held still. She could hear those two other customers, and the employee wasn’t far away, either. Adrenaline burned within her, but she stayed in place. “Come on, you already ruined that thing. Let me buy my yarn, and we can get going.” “All right, all right.” Hina’s eyes widened. All she could do was fidget and tremble. Her hands gripped her unclothed body as if it would somehow hide her. She backed up closer to the shelf behind her and held her breath. “What are you knitting, anyway?” “Another cute little sweater for Smokey!” The pair of girls emerged from the aisle to the left of Hina. One of them held some colorful yarn; the other giggled. Hina stood there, paralyzed by panic as the two walked by. “You sure that color matches his fur?” “Hmm… You think maybe a different red would work better?” she asked her friend, holding the yarn up to the light. Hina held her breath and sidled towards the sewing machine aisle. Or at least, she tried to. A tug at her hips warned her to halt. “H-how did…” Hina’s face reddened further. “N-no…” Her panties shifted, tugging around her sensitive womanhood. Those two stood right in front of her while her fragile clothing pulled tight. “Hmm, maybe you’re right… Let me take another look,” the first woman said. She turned to her left and walked, and the other girl followed. Seconds later, they disappeared into the next aisle. Alone again, she reached down to her panties and tried to tug them from the shelf. They continued to resist. Her hands gripped the panties and yanked them free of the shelf. A ripping noise halted time. As the tear echoed in her mind, the delicate fabric loosened around her waist. The right side of her panties hung open, shredded down the side and exposing more of her personal skin. Hina trembled before taking refuge back in the sewing machine aisle. She held her panties in a vise-like grip. The loosened clothing slid down her hips before her hands forced them back up. Warmth continued to spread between her soft thighs. She looked at the damaged panties and stood there. Then she noticed the unattended Silk Goddess. “Okay… okay… I can fix this,” she panted. Hina took a deep breath as she gripped her torn clothing before recoiling against the shelves. “You’re right, this color does match him better,” the first woman said. The pair passed by the aisle, making their way to the register. Hina thought her heart was going to leap out through her throat. She put her hand on the shelf to catch her breath when she noticed the remains of her blouse. It sat there in a stitched up crumpled mess. She shook her head and looked at the sewing machine. Very little thread remained on the spool. Hina looked in every direction, making sure that nobody could see her. She released her panties. Hina squeezed her thighs together as she snatched the damaged clothing from the floor. She stepped towards the Silk Goddess and looked over her panties. She bit her lip and lined up the needle near the damaged cloth. Cool air washed over her exposed backside, gliding around her naked, smooth skin. A bra and some shoes were all that remained. Hina squeezed her elbows against her chest and pressed her legs together. A hand nestled between her thighs while the other worked on the repair. Goosebumps ran over her body. Hina could see the exit in the corner of her eye. It felt further away, less accessible because of her exposure. She continued to cover her warming crotch. The delicate entrance twitched in the presence of her hand. A gentle finger slid over her lips. Hina closed her eyes and allowed a quiet moan. She slapped her other hand over her mouth. Her blush burned on her cheeks when she stopped herself. It took all her willpower to pull her hand away from her sensitive folds. Catching herself in the act made her stand frozen in time as her brain tried to process her feelings. A grinding sound took Hina’s attention. Her eyes shot open as she saw her panties being sewn into a tangle, the fabric folded over itself by the mighty Silk Goddess. “No!” she gasped as she snatched her panties back. The last of the thread bound her panties in a crumpled, unwearable mess. Both hands moved between her legs to guard her most intimate area. Hina’s knees wobbled, and it felt like the room was spinning. The door dinged. Hina darted down to the end of the aisle just in time to see the other two women leaving the store. Hina looked at the register and saw the employee counting coins. Hina maintained her avid gaze, waiting for a chance to make her move. The employee returned to her pricing tasks in the back of the store as Hina balefully considered the machine that had destroyed her blouse and panties. She shivered and squeezed herself. Pleasing tingles danced over her lips. Hina withdrew her hand and looked at her fingertips. Moisture. Hina’s eyes remained wide as her hand returned. With one final check for a vacant register, she took a deep breath. “One… two… three!” She bolted out of the aisle, sprinting for the exit to the store. The automatic doors wobbled a bit before rattling open. A cheerful “ding” followed. Hina had to stop, watching the door’s pathetic pace. “C-come on… come on…” “Hello and welcome to the Yarn Barn,” called a familiar voice from the back of the store. “No no no no no…!” Hina pleaded to the door. As the opening widened, Hina couldn’t wait anymore. She turned to fit through the gap, squeezing between the doors. Her bra began to slip out of place as Hina forced her way through, baring more of her cleavage. Hina slipped through the doorway out into the parking lot. She continued to run from the store toward her car. Each stride of her sprint flopped her breasts from one side to the other, causing her nipples to slip from their proper place within the loosened bra cups. More skin began to show, and as the cups’ grip on her ample breasts loosened, the more they bounced. Once she reached the rows of cars, Hina ducked from sight. “Oh my god… oh my god…” Hina brushed some hair out of her face and looked over the hood of the car. With no sign of the employee, Hina lowered herself back down and looked towards her own car. Hina checked for potential onlookers before noticing her reflection in the freshly waxed paint of a nearby car. Her eyes widened, and she placed her hand over her mouth. She snapped her thighs together while wrapping her arms around her exposed chest. Nipples poked against her forearm, reminding her of her undressed state. The bra remained on her body, but the cups failed to secure her breasts. Hina reached for the cups to refit the bra. As she began to pull, she heard a snapping noise, and the bra went slack. “W-what? Why did it…?” The proud roar of an engine made Hina jump before she could finish thinking. Hina clung to the loose cover, keeping it near her chest as a new car drove into the parking lot. She saw the shining sports car rolling closer towards a vacant parking spot. An arm holding the bra to her chest was all that kept Hina from total nudity, a fact kept refreshed in her mind by feeling the air on her skin. Hina passed a few cars before she noticed an empty spot next to her own. She started to run for the clear path. *HONNNNNK!* “AHHH!” Hina screamed as the car stopped rolling towards her. In her shock, the bra slipped from her hands. It fell to the ground, flopping on the pavement at her shoes. Although its impact with the asphalt was objectively just a soft *ffip* sound, the clatter of its broken clasp on the tarred stones echoed in Hina’s ears like an explosion. Her breasts swayed in newfound freedom as warm sunlight kissed her soft skin. Hina was, at last, naked. Easy access to cover became impossible. Soft wind caressed every inch of her body as if it was thanking her for letting go of the bra. She trembled as the driver looked at her. “N-no! I… I can’t… no!” She stumbled towards her car as her arms flailed to covering positions. Skin met skin as she tried to cover her naked body. A hand clamped down between her legs. The pressure made her pussy twitch in anticipation. Hina turned mashed the buttons on her car door. “Let me in… l-let me in!!” “Hey, what’s going on?” came a voice. “Are you all right?” “P-please, don’t look… I… I…” Hina cringed, opening one eye towards the car. There she saw a woman with short hair, a tank top, and a pair of shorts. The new woman held a hand up to her eyes, blocking her view of Hina. “Hey, calm down. I’m not out to do anything to you… I’m just asking if you’re okay. So…are you?” the woman asked, developing a blush of her own. Hina trembled. “I… I’m fine… I just um… I need to get home…” “I can see that! What happened? Why are you naked? Are you some kind of streaker or something?” she asked. “N-no! I’m not!” Hina ran around her car, so it was between her and the woman. “I… I just… I lost my clothes, and I’m trying to get home.” The woman crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, demanding, “How?” “I-I was going to d-drive,” Hina shivered. “No, I mean,” she waved her hand. “How did you lose your clothes?” Hina kept her arms wrapped around her vulnerable form. “T-they… they got ripped…and I tried to fix them, but to do it I… I had to take them off and… Well, people kept almost seeing me.” Hina kept her eyes on the ground. The woman put her hands on her hips and smirked. “You know, I would have believed you if you said you were a streaker. You let go of your top as soon as I saw you.” “Th-that’s because you scared me!” Hina protested. She was unable to look the woman in the eye. Instead, her eyes locked on the hand covering her between the legs, with her blush as bright as it could be. “Sorry about that! You ran out so suddenly, and I didn’t want to hit you.” The woman looked away. Her voice shrunk to that of a whisper. “To be honest… I think it’s kinda hot, but I’m a little scared to try it.” “I-I’m not streaking, really!” Hina squeaked. “P-please… I just want to…” she hesitated as she bit her lip. She shook her head. “G-go home, I want to go home…!” “I get it, I’m sorry, but it’s not my fault you got caught!” she winked. “You must feel so scared right now!” Hina nodded, as one of her fingers applied some loving pressure to her lips. The front of her car obscured a direct view, but it didn’t hide that Hina was reaching. “It’s… it’s too much… p-please… d-don’t tell anyone… I’m not a streaker… I…” “Hey, hey, relax!” she giggled. “You must be new at streaking… Just answer one question for me, and I’ll leave you alone.” The woman put a hand over her heart. “I promise.” “W-what?” Hina trembled. “What’s a good place for a first-time streaker?” the woman asked, then blushed. “W-what?” Hina repeated. The naked girl leaned back, while the clothed one kept a smirk. Hina took another look at her car, then back at the woman. Her fingers pressed against her lips again. “W-well… if you’re scared…” Hina gulped. “Y-you could just try your house, o-or… maybe your b-backyard… at night…?” The woman nodded. “That makes sense, better safe than sorry. I’d love to be brave enough for a parking lot like you are.” She smiled. “Well… You’re okay, right? Do you need any help before I go?” Hina shook her head. “N-no! Nope! I’m um… j-just fine!” She blushed, forcing herself to smile. “Okay then… Good luck, and don’t get caught!” The woman winked as she started walking away. When the woman was out of sight, Hina let out a heavy sigh and turned towards her car, promising safety and freedom. She pulled on the handle only to experience the familiar resistance of a locked door. Hina’s eyes widened as she pulled the door handle again. It refused to let her in. “…Keys!” Hina wrapped her arms around her breasts and gritted her teeth. She patted her own hip, finding bare skin instead of a purse. Her pulse continued to climb as she looked back towards the woman. “H-hey! Wait… M-Miss!” Hina called out from behind the car. She paused and turned towards Hina. “Hmm?” “I um… I need your help… please?” Hina gulped. The woman smirked, walking back towards the helpless girl. Her advance made Hina lean back. This time, she didn’t restrain herself as her eyes wandered over Hina’s body. “What’s wrong?” “I um… I need my purse… I left it inside the store… Could you um…get it for me?” Hina kept her eyes on the hood of her car, her trembling reflection stared back at her. The woman smirked. “Oooh…you’re kinda trapped, aren’t you? Jeez, that makes your whole situation kinda scary, doesn’t it?” Hina took a step further away from the woman. She cleared her throat, “U-um… y-yeah it does. C-could you, please… help?” “Hmm… do you have any clothing left? Like, at all?” The woman grinned avidly. “W-what?” Hina blushed. “I mean…all I have left are my shoes…” The woman bit her lip. “Hmm… so you’re not one hundred percent nude then? How about you take your shoes off, and then I’ll go fetch your purse for you?” Hina leaned back again. “B-but… why do… I can’t just…” “They’re not doing you much good now, are they? I wanna see a brave streaker go all the way!” She smirked. “Unless you don’t want my help.” “W-wait!” Hina blushed and gritted her teeth as she looked at her footwear. “I’ll… I’ll do it, just please be quick, okay?” The woman smiled again. “All right, let’s see your kicks!” Hina closed her eyes and shook her head. Her heart thumped in her ears as adrenaline reminded her of her decision. She lifted one leg and reached for the heel. One shoe fell to the ground. A few seconds later, its twin joined it. For good measure, Hina rolled up her socks and dropped them atop her discarded footwear. Hina placed one hand on her car for balance as she looked at the last of her clothing. She looked back up at the woman. “O-okay… I did it…” Hina gasped. Her body trembled, and her pulsating womanhood begged for a hand to dive between her legs. She pressed her thighs together as if that would hide her body more. Another warm loving breeze glided over her skin as if it were praising her for her nudity. The woman clapped and smiled at Hina. “Wow, you look ready to fall apart!” She leaned in for a closer look. “You’re shaking, all blushing, but I think you kinda want to let a hand do a little more than cover!” “N-no!” Hina shivered. “U-um… C-could you please…um…” “Your nipples are all hard, and your hands are squeezing awfully tight!” she giggled. “Hmm… do you go streaking often?” “U-um… n-no I don’t… Th-this is a rare thing,” Hina said. “It a-actually happened all by accident.” “A rare thing, huh? If it’s so rare, how come I don’t see any tan lines on you?” She gave an evil smile. Hina didn’t have an answer. The sun shone over her naked skin, showing no difference in skin tone where a swimsuit would be. “Um… um… um…” The woman gave a quiet laugh. “Okay, okay… take it easy. I’ll get your purse for you, as promised.” She winked. “What does it look like, and where was it?” Hina blushed and kept looking at her abandoned footwear. “It’s…a little red handbag. I think it might be by the sewing machines. P-please hurry…” “Got it!” she said before running for the store. With the woman’s departure, Hina stood alone in the parking lot. Her toes wiggled, touching the warm pavement while she held herself. What remained of her cover — the bra and her footwear — sat in a pile, but Hina didn’t move for it. Instead, she stared. Her soaking pussy quivered as a finger waited near it. “Mmm…” she hummed. The protective hand waited in covering position, but her body cried for movement. Hina blushed as she looked around the parking lot. She bit her lip. Hina took a breath and let her fingertip trace the surface of her sensitive skin. The touch sent electric tingles up her back and forced an unsteady gasp out of her mouth. Her free hand began squeezing and rubbing her ample breasts as she opened her stance. She looked around the parking lot one more time, still not seeing another soul. Two fingers began stimulating her delicate folds, rubbing her tender skin. A loud gasp escaped her as the world seemed to fade from existence. All that remained was her body and her wonderful hand. A third finger began sliding over her soaked entrance while her free hand spread on the hood of her car. Her breasts swayed in their renewed freedom as open air washed over her soft flesh. She leaned forward before gasping. Her moist skin glistened with sweat in the open sunlight. Her hands worked faster, wanting to bring a building feeling to the surface. Her hips thrust into her loving hand as her pulse roared in her ears. Euphoric feelings of delight fogged her brain over as sweet relief swept her away. An intense heat radiated between her legs as she continued to stimulate herself. A smile grew on her vibrant crimson face. As her hand relaxed, it soon found its way to the hood of her car. All Hina could do was pant and hold herself up. She took deep breaths, as her knees gave the occasional twitch. “…Wow…” Hina brushed some of her hair out of her face and looked towards the source of the sound. The woman stood in front of her with a small red clutch purse in her hand. As the woman stared, Hina’s hands remained on the car. She giggled, smiling through her blush. “Um… Sometimes it might…get you a little pent up,” Hina explained between pants. “I can see that,” she said bearing a blush and smile of her own. “Well, I have your purse. Are you going to be okay?” “Yeah… yeah, I’m fine…” she brushed her hair out of her face, her tender breasts swaying with the motion. “Um… thank you for helping me…” She grabbed her purse and began sorting through it for her car keys. “It’s no trouble,” the woman said. She blushed and looked away. “I…kinda want to try it myself now…but maybe like you suggested, just the back yard first.” “That’s… a good idea,” Hina said between breaths. Her hand gripped the car remote. “Well…I should go…” she said, hitting the button to unlock the car doors. “All right. It was nice meeting you!” the woman said. “Sorry if I teased you a little too much!” “Nice to meet you, too. It’s…no trouble.” With that, the woman walked away, occasionally stopping to take another look back at the naked Hina. She smiled as she left. Now free to be alone and go home, Hina stumbled her way to the driver’s seat and climbed into the car. For the first few minutes, she only sat in her car seat and took long breaths. Over time, her smile faded, but her blush sustained its color. Her legs angled into each other as she leaned lower in her car. What did she just do!? As Hina reached for her car keys, she heard a buzzing noise within her purse. “Hmm?” Hina reached inside and found her phone. A text message from Stacy awaited her attention: “Come back home if it’s not too late. I found a pretty sweet deal on a sewing book on the Internet. You really should see it!”

How I became a cheating slut by Exhibitionist_Couple How I became a cheating slut pt.4 "Mmmmm, I had an idea that I think you'd like", Alan whispered in my ear as he fucked me. I bit my lip, intrigued with what he had in mind as I told him "I can't wait to hear it". Alan slowly stroked inside of me as he said "what if you and Evelyn acted really drunk... and I told the guys that you never remember anything after drinking a lot... and they stumble upon you naked in bed, or in the hot tub... you can allow them to see whatever, and then act like it never happened when you see them again... I tell them not to say anything so as to not embarrass you... and they'll feel like they got away with seeing you naked against your will". I liked the way he was thinking, and I was already thinking about how I could take advantage of a situation like that... and I'm sure Evelyn would enjoy playing along. She was in the shower after getting fucked by Alan earlier... when they thought I was asleep. Alan hadn't said anything about it, so I wondered if he was going to try to keep it a secret. I gave Alan a devious grin and asked "would you like my body to be on display for your friends tonight?... let Jose see my pussy in person... let Billy get his first good look at me naked... even Squat can take a look at my bare ass... would that turn you on?". Alan grunted as he nodded. I added "imagine all your friends staring at my gaping pussy... all while I act like I don't know and won't remember"... That's all it took for him to cum. We had slept until the late afternoon, so we spent time drinking and flirting around until the guys showed up and set their stuff up to play video games. Evelyn and I had decided to lounge around in bathing suits, and acted like we didn't notice the guys checking us out while we had our drinks. I knew Jose had seen pics and videos of me naked before, but he didn't know that I knew he had seen them... and I could tell he was picturing what I looked like under the bathing suit. Billy was the guy they usually looked up to most, especially Squat... he was the most fit and cocky of the guys. Squat was the shorter chunkier one that always seemed to follow Billy around... he was the dorkiest and quietest of the group. All three of them were clearly distracted by Evelyn and me, and I'd catch all of them checking us out... and I'm sure Alan was bragging about how he fucked us both earlier as well. As we continued to drink, we started to ham up how drunk we were from the kitchen... and they clearly were noticing. Alan looked at us with a grin, and I'm sure anticipation of what would happen. Evelyn grabbed some beers out of the fridge and told me "watch this", as she pulled down the right side of her bikini so that her nipple barely popped out... she was wearing one of my tops, so it was loose on her already... and she staggered out to the guys and handed them all a beer while they were in between games. It was clear all of them noticed her titty hanging out, as they all stared and smiled at each other... it wasn't until she handed one to Squat that something was said. I walked in the room and Squat was blazingly staring and even moving around trying to see more... it was to obvious to ignore. Evelyn asked him if he was OK, and he smiled and said "I can see your titty". Evelyn acted surprised, and the rest of the guys chuckled and scolded him for saying anything. Billy smacked the back of his head and told him "when a hot girl accidentally has her tits out, don't ruin it by telling her... what's wrong with you?". The rest of the guys laughed, and Evelyn asked "did you guys all see?"... they all hesitantly admitted to noticing, but not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable by pointing it out. She staggered again and drunkenly mumbled "this top is to big for me, my tits aren't as big as Diana's", which caused everyone to direct their attention toward my chest. Having all of their eyes glued on me and imagining what I looked like under my top, it made my pussy heat up. I sat on Alan's lap and gave him a kiss, and he whispered in my ear "you're so fucking sexy". Evelyn got everyone's attention back on her and announced "it's no big deal, it's just boobs... I'm sure you guys have seen plenty of tits before" as she adjusted her top. Billy told Evelyn in a sarcastic tone "well, if it's no big deal, why not take it off?". Squat was quick to add "yeah, why not", and Jose and Alan both jokingly agreed. Evelyn said "you guys don't think I will? How about you guys take your shirts off, and then I'll take my top off... we'll have a topless night". Jose asked "seriously?", to which Evelyn responded "fuck it, why not... it's not a big deal, and you guys saw my tits already anyway". Billy lifted off his shirt followed quickly by Squat and Jose... I got up off of Alan's lap so he could remove his shirt, and Billy looked at me and said "are you going to join us?". I knew what he was really asking was "are you going to show us your tits", and I loved it... but I wasn't ready to give in just yet, and I wanted to wait until I acted like I was really trashed before showing anything... so I could act like I wouldn't remember. I said "I don't think Alan would like that", which was a lie, and then added "Besides, I'm not comfortable with everyone seeing me like that", which was another lie. Evelyn started removing her top, and all eyes were on her when her tits were exposed to cheers and whistles from the guys. She smiled and gave a bow before saying "none of you perverts better get the wrong idea, no touching". I loved that she was so comfortable to do that, and she had every reason to be, as she had great tits... not very big, but enough to jiggle with cute pink nipples... and seeing her standing there wearing nothing but bikini bottoms on front of the four guys was really hot. Squat spoke up and asked Alan "is it OK with you if Diana joins us being topless". Alan joked back "you really want to see my girlfriends tits, don't you?", as the other guys laughed. Evelyn walked over and sat on Alan's lap as I stood next to him, and you could see the jealousy on everyone's face... I joked back "I'm no where near that drunk yet" with heavily slurred speech before going back into the kitchen to do another shot. Alan spoke to me in a cautious tone "be careful, you're close to being black out drunk again"... Evelyn chimed in "yeah, she's not far from it already" as she got up to do a shot as well. Jose asked "does she pass out or get sick", and Alan responded "no... she just gets to drunk and then can't remember anything from the night, although she does sometimes pass out... it happens every time". Evelyn laughed as she added "she's always been like that... and you can see it in her eyes once she's at that point... the next morning she won't remember a thing, no matter what". I slurred my words as I said "I'm fine... sometimes it's good not to remember things anyway" as I took a shot. Thing is, I was starting to really get drunk, so I had to be careful not to overdo it... but simultaneously act as if I was over doing it. Alan joked "some of the best sex we've had was when she was drunk, and she doesn't even remember it". The guys all chuckled, and I suggested "why don't Evelyn and I go to the hot tub so you guys can go back to your game... and stop staring at Evelyn's tits". The guys all chuckled, and we grabbed the tequila bottle and headed out the door. We giggled as we climbed into the hot tub, and it was clear that Evelyn was enjoying herself. Once we settled in and turned on the jets, I asked her "so did Alan fuck you again after we went to sleep?"... she smiled and said "I hope that's OK... while he fucked me, he told me not to say anything to you about it because he wasn't sure if you would be upset". I gave her a reassuring smile and said "it doesn't upset me at all... thanks for being honest with me", to which Evelyn said "no problem... and honestly, knowing he wanted to keep it a secret made it feel so much hotter". I confessed "honestly, it turns me on too knowing he did that... and it makes me feel less guilty for cheating in the past". I assured her "any time you want to fuck Alan, I'm OK with it... I'd love to see how many times you can with him trying to hide it". Evelyn smiled and said "I'll be sure to let you know", and then added "I'm thinking about fucking either Jose or Billy... would you like to let either of them fuck you too?". I laughed and said "I'm just wanting to show off my body, give them something to jerk off too... it seems to risky to fuck them". Evelyn giggled and said "I'm pretty sure they wouldn't tell Alan, and you 'wouldn't remember'". I had to admit, the idea of that was arousing... but I wasn't going to go that far... I'd be happy to show off my pussy, and I knew that would turn on Alan as well... but the slut in me did love the idea of one of them using me. Evelyn told me "I think I'll see if Jose will join us in the hot tub... you can act passed out if you like while I fuck him... maybe let him stare at your tits while his cock is inside of me". I felt a rush of excitement hit my cunt just at the idea, but I didn't know how we could get it to work. Evelyn got up out of the hot tub and said "I'm going to get Alan, I'll be right back"... and as she strutted away, her cute ass jiggling, I wondered what she had in mind... I rubbed my pussy under the water, and felt the familiar pulse on my clit... thinking about showing Jose my pussy in person really turned me on. Alan came outside with Evelyn and headed toward me with excited smiles, and Alan asked "so what did you have in mind?". Evelyn started "well, you go back and say that Diana is way past her point of remembering and is already passing out... I'm going to go in after a bit and ask if Jose would like to join me outside... and then I can show off Diana while she acts like she's passed out, and of course making sure he doesn't get handsy". Alan looked at us with a smile, but said "I don't know, what if he tells the others?", to which Evelyn quickly replied "I don't think he's going to tell them that he took advantage of her passed out by looking at her naked... he'd be to worried you'd find out... and of course Diana 'won't remember' anything". I could tell that Alan liked the idea, and was running it all through his head. I told him, "don't worry, I won't let him touch me... and Evelyn will make sure as well... it does sound fun to let him sneak good looks at my pussy, and he'll never know that you and I knew he did it". Alan said "I like the idea too... and I'm sure he wouldn't try anything he shouldn't anyway". Evelyn added, just go inside, if they ask what's up just tell them that Diana's black out drunk and refusing to come inside... I'll come in and talk to Jose about joining me in a bit, you just make sure that no one comes out here and ruins the fun... that includes you too, sexy". Alan nodded that he understood and said "I can't wait to hear all the details", and I replied "maybe we can both tell you about everything as we fuck you later. Alan went inside with a grin on his face, and I'm sure excited at the idea of giving Jose a close look at me exposed. We took some shots and were reminiscing about Mr Collins fucking us both the previous night... we had a couple more shots, and waited a bit before Evelyn stood up and dried herself off. She looked at me and said "go ahead and lay down on the side of the tub... I'm going to go talk to Jose" as she gave me a wink, and walked away, still topless and went inside. I got out and laid out with my feet still dangling in the water... I imagined Jose being at eye level with my exposed pussy, and Evelyn fucking him while he looks at me. I wondered what he'd look like in action... how good would he fuck her... I don't know if I could have pulled off a plan like this without her, but I was extremely excited to see how it would play out. I played with myself in anticipation as I kept a close eye on the door... and after a little while I heard a car leaving, so I assumed Billy and Squat left... maybe they decided to call it an early night. About 15 minutes later I heard the door, and I quickly stopped teasing myself and laid still as I saw them come out holding towels. Evelyn was giggly and I heard her tell him "don't worry... even if she wakes up she's not going to remember... I want you to get in the hot tub with me". I could hear the hesitancy in his voice when he said "Alan would kill me if he heard I was in there next to his passed out girlfriend... besides, I don't have a bathing suit". I peeked through nearly closed eyes as Evelyn said "they'll be at IHOP for at least another hour, just undress and join me... it'll be our fun little secret". I realized everyone had left, and it was just the three of us... and watched as she undid his pants and pulled them to the ground, and then fished his cock out and put it in her mouth. He looked over at me, and then back at her before she stood up and dropped her bottoms and pulled him up the steps into the hot tub... seeing his cock bobbing as he got closer just built up my anticipation and made my pussy urge for attention... and it was fun knowing I could see him all worked up without knowing I could see him. They kissed for a minute, and I could see him looking between my legs, which was eye level just as I planned. He stopped and said "are you sure she won't remember anything if she wakes up?". Evelyn stood up and pulled him over toward me as she said "I promise, look for yourself... you could stab her in the eye right now, and she wouldn't know what happened in the morning... watch this". Evelyn reached out and grabbed my breasts and started to shake and wiggle them... she then said "It's not really fair that she was the only one not topless today, is it?" As she undid the my top and pulled it off... leaving my tits out for him to see in person for the first time. I heard Jose gasp before saying "wow... Alan better not find out about this for sure". Evelyn played with my bare tits as she told him "if he found out, he'd be more mad at me than you... so you better not tell anyone... promise?". Evelyn grabbed the tie from my bottoms and I felt her slowly pulling, waiting for his reply... he seemed extremely nervous as he replied "I promise", and Evelyn pulled the the string completely to remove my bottoms. I peeked again to see Jose standing between my legs, staring at my naked pussy...I could see Evelyn was stroking his cock with her right hand, and she used her left hand to rub and open my pussy. Jose shuttered "we shouldn't be doing this...", and Evelyn responded "no... we shouldn't... but that's part of what makes it so fun... besides, we already are, so it doesn't matter at this point... can you see how pink she is inside her pussy?". Jose didn't say a word as he continued to look at my most intimate areas, and Evelyn got next to me and laid back with her legs spread out, and said "who's pussy do you want to eat first"... my heart skipped, as that was not part of the plan and wasn't expected... but I did want it. Jose moved over between her legs and went down on her while she held on to my leg... and before long he stood up and positioned himself to penetrate her. He was thourally enjoying viewing both our bodies as he used hers for his own gratification... taking the time to fuck her with long deliberate strokes. I heard Evelyn tell him "We're so bad... fucking right next to Alan's naked girlfriend... feel how hard her nipples are"... once again my heart skipped as I felt fingers grope my breast... I gave a quick peek to see that it wasn't Jose though, it was Evelyn... but it didn't take long before Jose reached out and started playing with my other nipple. It felt so naughty getting felt up by Alan's friend while he fucked Evelyn, and he looked so excited to slowly rub my breast... but he suddenly stopped and backed up with a fearful look in his eyes as he whispered "she's awake, I saw her eye moving!". Evelyn laughed and said "How many times do I have to tell you? Regardless if she's awake or not, she's not going to remember any of this... although she might not let you if she's awake... then again, maybe she will... it won't hurt to find out". Jose still looked nervous, and Evelyn moved between my legs and loudly said "Diana, I'm going to eat your pussy out in front of Jose while he fucks me" followed with laughter. I looked around a bit and then pulled my legs up, allowing her better access to my pussy, and laid my head back down. Evelyn bent over in front of Jose and said "fuck me" before she started running her tongue up and down my pussy... and I really appreciated the attention because I was getting overly horny without a means to satiate my urges. Jose looked at me as I continued to hold up my legs for Evelyn, and then positioned himself behind her to start fucking her again. I loved watching her being such a slut... the same slut I was starting to feel like I was... as she looked up at me with a devious smile, I really appreciated that she would play a long with me... I wondered if maybe someday I could return the favor for her... I'd be more than happy too. His thrusts into her were making my tits bounce, as he gripped her waist and stared down at my naked body. I made eye contact with him and acted way more drunk than I was when I asked "where did my bathing suit go?" as I covered my nipples with my hands. Evelyn was quick to reply "you took it off in front of Jose... you were showing him your tits, remember?". I acted like I believed her and said "oh... did he like them" in a drunken tone. Evelyn said "he loved them... didn't you Jose"... I looked up at him with half closed eyes, acting like I was on the verge of passing out, and Jose slowly said "you're incredibly sexy Diana... you have amazing breasts" as he slowly thrusted into Evelyn's pussy. I smiled as I uncovered my chest and sat up for him to get a better look... I laid my head back, like I couldn't stay awake, and Evelyn stopped eating me out, and it sounded like she was sucking his cock again... I knew that my legs were still spread wide with my gaping cunt open for Jose to look at, but I acted oblivious to it. I felt Evelyn's familiar fingers rubbing and exploring my pussy, and then heard her whispering something to Jose... but I couldn't make out what it was she was saying... I really was drunk, just not as drunk as I was acting... but it wasn't long before I felt a hand placed on my knee, and very slowly slid down to my upper thigh. I knew it was him, it was easy to tell... and I felt like he was moving slow to test out how far he could get... knowing he was sneaking up to my pussy was turning me on immensely... and when I felt his fingers barely graze my lips and then slowly start to explore, I couldn't help but to grind against his hand a little... and then I felt his fingers slowly begin to slide inside of me. Jose had seen my pics and videos before, but now he was hands on in person exploring my open wet cunt, and the urge for more was strong... I never wanted it to get physical, just to avoid him being awkward later... but I told myself that as long as he wasn't fucking me, it was OK... but then again, I wasn't in the best state of mind since I was both drunk and extremely horny. He was slowly fingering me, exploring the inside of my cunt, and I heard Evelyn say "go ahead... taste her pussy... it's probably the only chance you'll have... and no one will ever know... taste what Alan has been fucking". I could hear him breathing heavy, and after a few seconds I could feel his heavy breaths on my inner thighs... but he seemed hesitant to advance further, like he was afraid of crossing that line... but I wanted him to cross it! I grunted once again in a drunken voice "lick my pussy again... please"... I wanted to give the impression that I was unaware it was him, and I heard Evelyn say "you heard her... eat her pussy". It was a few more heavy breaths before I felt his tongue slide up my slit... I guess I didn't realize just how close he was, because I didn't feel him get any closer before his tongue made contact and ran up to my clit...I moaned out "don't stop", and he pushed his face into me as his tongue made laps up and down my slit... he used his hands to open and manipulate my lips as he worked his tongue in and around my pussy... and I loved he was taking advantage of me. I snuck a glance toward him and he was completely focused on my pussy, spreading it wide with his fingers. Evelyn smiled at me and then told him "it's my turn", as she turned him around and sat him down in the hot tub. I watched from between my legs as she climbed on top of him and started riding him. I felt like things had gone far enough, and I wanted to end things before having to worry about Alan getting back with the others before they finished. I got down in the hot tub and swaggered as I stood next to them, and Jose looked at my tits as they hung free for his viewing, while he continued to hold her hips and thrust into her. Evelyn got up, squeezed his legs together, and turned around to ride him reverse cowgirl while staring at me with a big grin, and then held her arms out toward me to come closer... I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but I drunkenly stammered toward her and straddled Jose's legs as she pulled me into her and started kissing me passionately... based on Jose's grunts I got the impression he was getting close... I sat down on his legs, and got more turned on from being so close to him as he was getting ready to cum inside of Evelyn. Evelyn broke our kiss, and whispered in my ear "I'm not letting him cum yet"... she stood up and backed her ass towards his face, and he slid down a bit to eat her pussy from behind. She pulled me towards her as I asked "Is he good at that?"... as if I didn't already know... she gave me a kiss and then said "he's good at a lot of things", as she pushed down on my shoulders to sit me down... but what I didn't realize in my drunken haze, was that she had lead me to where I was standing directly over his cock... and within a couple seconds of sitting I felt him pressing between my legs, and then quickly penetrating me. I looked at Evelyn and I could tell by her devious smile she knew what happened... and I had no doubt that she did it purposely. She got up and climbed out of the hot tub, and Jose and I faced each other with his cock fully inside of me. He didn't say a word, he just looked at me with a confused and shocked look on his face, and I'm sure I looked the same. I felt him slightly move his hips... and I felt my hips staring to grind down on him as well. I once again hammed up how drunk I was, wanting to make sure he knew I "wouldn't remember", and then I slurred "you better not tell anyone about this, understand?"... Jose nodded and said "I understand", before I started slowly riding his cock. Jose pulled me into him and started sucking my tits as they hung in his face, and I continued to ride him... but I noticed in the window behind him, Alan's grandpa was watching again... Evelyn had already noticed because she was squatting and spreading her legs right in front of the window, allowing the old man to watch her masturbate right in front of his face... I didn't want Jose to see him and freak out, so I got off of him and pulled him up to follow me into the house... and honestly, if this was going to be the one time I fuck him, I wanted to fuck him right. I had forgot about my drunken act until we got back inside the house, so I purposely stumbled, and he helped hold me up and led me to my room. I dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock... he gasped out and said "oh my God... I really hope you don't remember any of this tomorrow" before grabbing my hair to help guide my head back and forth down on his dick... it wasn't long before he pulled me up and backed me up to the bed so that I was on my back, and he quickly pulled my legs up and slapped his cock on my pussy before pushing inside of me. Evelyn walked in the room looking dried off, and with his clothes and our bathing suits... she tossed them on the ground and said "look at you... fucking your friends girlfriend... you're such a naughty boy". Jose climbed on top of me, pulling one leg up as he fucked me missionary... his head was side by side with mine, and I could hear his heavy breaths on my ear. I looked over at Evelyn who was standing next to us while masturbating... and it dawned on me that her fetish for fucking taken guys, it seemed to go both ways as it clearly turned her on watching me cheat as well. My pussy started making gushing sounds as I was getting close to cumming, and apparently it was loud enough to where Evelyn could hear it, because she said "she's getting close to cumming, Jose.. don't stop now... see what her pussy feels like cumming around your cock". I moaned "fuck me, Alan... I'm about to cum"... I purposely said Alan's name, just to remind him I was trashed and not going to remember... and it turned me on to feel taken advantage of. I could feel my orgasm growing and my pussy tightening, and I knew Jose felt it as well because he whispered in my ear "go ahead and cum... you fucking slut whore". I would have never expected to hear him say anything like that... but then again, I never would have expected him to fuck me like this either... but it was enough to throw me over the edge as I started cumming with loud moans. Jose was still fucking me as I acted like I was passed out, and I heard Evelyn say "cum on her face"... I've never been a fan of facials, but Evelyn wanted to see it... or maybe she was just making sure he didn't cum inside of me, so that Alan didn't figure out just how far this had gone. Jose pulled out and climbed over to my face... I opened my eyes slightly and watched as he frantically stroked his cock over my face until his started shooting ropes of cum on me. He grunted loudly as I heard Emily tell him "that's so fucking sexy...I bet you've been wanting to do that for awhile"... I wondered, how many times had he jacked off like that while watching my videos or looking at my pictures... and now he had got to fully explore my body first hand, he got to play with my tits and pussy, he got to eat me out, I gave him a blow job, and he got to fuck me... and all while thinking that no one but him and Evelyn would ever know. Once he had a minute to calm down after his orgasm, it looked like he began to panick a little bit as he picked up his clothes and said "I should go... I can't believe that happened". Evelyn laughed and said "you're still worrying... I'm not going to say anything, they would be mad at me too... and you're not going to say anything, right?"... Jose zipped up his pants as he said "I'm never telling anyone", to which Evelyn said "then it's cool, don't worry... you can tell them you fucked me, helped me bring Diana inside, and then left... that's all anyone needs to know". Jose gave a long exhale after putting on his shirt, and Evelyn gave him a hug as she said "we just had some naughty fun, don't sweat it... look at that pretty pussy we got to play with". I peeked and saw they were both looking at me, and then Jose said "I'm going to go, tell the others I'll get my stuff later". Evelyn giggled as she smacked him on the ass as he walked out the door, and told him "thanks for the good time, I had a lot of fun" before I heard him leave the house and then drive away. I sat up and grabbed a towel to wipe his cum off my face, and Evelyn jumped on the bed next to me while saying "how fun was that?"... I told her "I wasn't planning on letting him fuck me"... she responded "I know... I just really wanted to see it, and I thought deep down you wanted it to... did you?"... I knew the answer, and she did as well. I reluctantly said "yes... I wanted it", and Evelyn said good, because I have more planned. I looked at her confused, and she added "The guys will be back soon... and I'm going to tell Alan that I need a ride home due to an emergency... I'm going to fuck him, and you'll be passed out naked for Billy's and Squat's view... so feel free to strike the pose you want to be seen in"... Evelyn started getting dressed, and I realized just how well she had thought this all through... she had a plan to fully expose myself to everyone all while I get to act innocent, potentially get fucked, and she would fuck my boyfriend and see if he tells me or not.. would I let Billy fuck me if he tried? Squat wasn't the smartest guy, and I worried he might say something if he knew anything happened... I got a text from Alan saying "were on our way back. Did you get to show off to Jose?". I texted back "yes, they carried me back to the room and Evelyn undressed me in front of him. He left not long after, but he was getting a really good up close look". Alan texted back "maybe you can lay passed out in the living room so Billy and Squat can see you. I'll act surprised and tell them not to tell you they saw you like that". I knew that Evelyn planned on him taking her home, but I decided not to tell him... I wanted to see what might happen if I'm left alone with Billy and Squat, and I knew he wouldn't allow that to happen. I replied back "one naked girlfriend passed out on the couch, coming up. I hope you're ready for this!". I told Evelyn the plan, and added "let me know when Alan is on his way back after you fuck him... just in case". Evelyn gave me a smirk as she asked "you're hoping you get fucked more, aren't you?". I responded as we walked out into the living room "I'm curious to see what they try to get away with"... I sat down on the couch, legs slightly spread, ready to act passed out and to be on full display to Alan's friends. Evelyn was still nude, and she told me she was going to stay that way... she said "I'll come out of the bathroom and act like I didn't know they were here... I want to let them get a look at me too... I'll just act to drunk to care". We heard the car pull up, and Evelyn went into the bathroom... my heart was racing, I was about to expose myself to his friends, and I couldn't control how much it turned me on... and getting to play innocent later was perfect. I had already got fucked by Jose, and now it was time for more fun... and I knew Alan was excited as well. I heard the door knob turning, and my heart jumped in anticipation... it was a couple seconds until I heard Billy say "Holy shit", and I knew he was looking at me. I heard squat say "damn, look at those tits", and then I heard Alan come in and say "oh my God, why is she naked?" (His acting wasn't very good, but they seemed to not question it)... as if on que, Evelyn walked out of the bathroom, and I heard Billy ask "why are you guys naked? Where's Jose?"... squat was quick to ask "did Jose fuck you both?"... and Alan one again asked why I was naked. Evelyn explained "Jose fucked me and then left, I took off Diana's wet bathing suit and was trying to move her to the bedroom... but she's passed out and I can't move her alone"... I heard Alan say "she won't remember anything tomorrow, thankfully... She would kill me if she knew you guys saw her like this, so you guys better not say a fucking word, understand?". I heard them both agree to keep it between them. Evelyn said "I won't say anything either, I don't want to embarrass her... she does have really nice tits though, doesn't she?". Squat replied "yeah she does... I can see a little bit of her pussy too", which cause Alan to say "Ok, Ok... Billy, well you help me carry her to the bedroom?". I opened my eyes a little as Alan pulled up on my upper body, and I saw Billy grab my upper thighs to lift me up... he was looking at my pussy, and I felt him spread my legs a bit, but I'm sure he hoped Alan wouldn't notice... but I'm sure he did. Billy noticed my eye were partially opened and said "I think she is starting to wake up"... Alan reminded them "don't worry about it, even if she wakes up she won't remember anything in the morning... she is well past black out drunk". I noticed Squat was walking slightly behind Billy and staring at my cunt as they carried me into the bedroom. Evelyn apologized for the bed being wet and told them "Jose fucked me good before I could dry off... I'm such a slut when I'm drunk". Billy replied "well don't hesitate to give me a call the next time you're drunk". They laid me down on the bed, and I purposely left my legs wide and spread to make sure they took me all in... I slightly peeked and watched Evelyn get on the bed next to me, with her ass up in the air, and said "I'm drunk now... why wait till next time?". Billy raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Alan, and I could tell Alan wasn't sure what to think... it certainly wasn't in the plan that we discussed earlier. I noticed Squat was just gawking at my cunt as I wondered where this was going, what would happen next... Evelyn spoke up again, saying "I want to watch Alan fuck Diana while I get fucked... it's that ok Alan? It can be our secret"... I loved the idea, and I'm sure my pussy was getting noticeably wet again to everyone who was looking. Alan slowly started to speak up "I don't know... Diana would kill me if she found out about it". Billy replied "I need to get laid, I don't care if you guys watch" as he took his shirt off and started to undo his pants... I could tell Alan was uneasy about them fucking right next to me, but I also knew he would love the idea of Billy fucking her while being able to look at me... Alan finally said "no touching Diana though", and without even replying Billy got up on the bed next to me... behind Evelyn, and started working his cock inside of her... and watching him grab her hips and slam into her repeatedly as she moaned out... I couldn't help but touch myself, and Squat was quick to point it out. "She's rubbing her pussy" he said, as everyone turned their attention to between my legs. I moaned out "fuck me", and heard Billy say "that's so fucking sexy" as he continued to rail on Evelyn. Alan started to undress, and I knew he was about to fuck me in front of everyone... and I couldn't wait. I heard squat ask "you want me to help you?", to which Alan promptly shot down by saying "you guys can't touch her, she's my girlfriend". Squat, being not very bright said "she's not going to remember anyway"... I guess he was really hoping to fuck me, but Alan told him "I don't want you guys touching her... I don't mind Evelyn touching her, of course". I knew it was a long shot, but I would have loved if Alan had let them use me... even Squat, who was far from attractive. Evelyn leaned in to kiss me as Alan pushed inside my pussy... he started thrusting, making my tits bounce on my chest, and I noticed both his friends were watching as I moaned out loudly. I felt a hand start rubbing my ass, and I knew it was Squat sneaking a feel... I just hoped Alan wouldn't notice. Billy was steadily fucking Evelyn when she offered "who wants me to suck their cock while I'm getting fucked?", and quickly Squat headed around the bed while undressing... he slid in front of Evelyn, so my head was next to his waist, and she proceeded to suck on his fat cock while getting fucked by Billy. Billy pulled out and bent over to eat her pussy, and Alan was having to slow down to pace himself... I think he was getting overly excited by everything going on. Billy stood up next to Alan and said "remember earlier when she didn't want to show her tits... and now she's naked and getting fucked in front of all of us... except Jose of course". The guys all chuckled, and Squat added "Jose really missed out!", and Alan reminded them, "you guys can't say anything to anyone, even Jose" as he pulled out and walked over to my face, and placed his cock on my lips... I took the hint and rolled over onto my stomach as I started to suck his cock. Evelyn turned around so she could suck on Billy's dick, and Squat didn't miss the opportunity to slide his cock into her and start fucking. I stuck my ass up in the air with my legs spread... I wanted to give an open invitation to Billy, even if he could only look while Evelyn sucked his dick like a good little slut. I was jealous... I wanted to be fucked by two guys at the same time too... but despite him liking others to look at me, he drew the line at physical contact. I felt Evelyn's hair on my thigh, so I knew how close they were to me... I liked thinking that Billy was fucking her face while staring at my open cunt, and imagining he was fucking me. I was lost in that thought when I felt Billy's hand touch my upper thigh... I instantly got wet again at just the thought of him secretly trying to touch me while his hand was out of view. Squat was slowing down a bit as he continued to fuck Evelyn, and said "damn Alan, it looks like she's really good at sucking cock". I guess Billy noticed that Alan was distracted, because I felt his hand slide up my leg until he had his fingers pressed against my pussy... it was ballsy, but I fucking loved it... and when I felt a finger slide up my slit, and then start rubbing my hole... it took everything I had not to give any sign of what was happening. I heard squat tell Alan "we can switch places if you'd like", at the same time as I felt Billy's finger slide up inside of me. Alan of course wasn't going for it, but I knew he loved knowing they wanted me... he just wanted to keep me to himself. Billy slowly worked his fingers up and down my slit and then back into my pussy... and I wanted so badly to give myself to him. After about a minute I felt him move his hand away, and realized he was just making sure Alan didn't see him when Billy moved his hand back and started to slowly finger me again. The rhythm sounds of Squat smacking into Evelyn was turning me on as well... I didn't know if she would be willing to let Squat fuck her... he's not a very attractive guy, and I'm sure he hasn't fucked a lot of girls... but there she was, bent over and letting him use her pussy like a good little slut... and for some odd reason, I admired that. Evelyn sat up, got off the bed, and walked around to Alan... she turned his head to kiss him while I was still sucking his cock... and within a few seconds I could feel a hand slide under and grope my right tit, and Billy rubbing his cock against my pussy... they must have been waiting for an opportunity, and knowing Alan wasn't looking and they were going to take advantage of it was making me gush... I reached between my legs and felt his cock, and then guided him to penetrate me. I kept an eye on Alan, who still had his head turned, as I felt Billy slowly slide inside me until he was fully in, and I used my right hand to grab Squat's cock, and slowly give it a little stroke and squeeze. I couldn't see Billy or Squat, but I could feel just how turned on they were. Evelyn turned him so that he was facing her, his cock leaving my mouth, which caused all of us to retreat for a second... but once I realized we were out of view I reached out to grab his cock again, and I felt Billy sliding back into me and then slowly fucking me... making sure not to make any noise. I looked up at Alan, and Evelyn was whispering something in his ear... I looked back at Billy, who glanced at me, but was focused on making sure Alan didn't catch him... I looked over at Squat, who rolled over on his hip so that his cock that I was slowly stroking was now in my face... I took the hint and started slowly sucking on his fat cock... the look of surprise and pleasure on his face made my heart beat faster... I was literally getting used by my boyfriends buddies right behind his back... but I felt Billy quickly pull out again, and I knew I better stop as well as I turned my head to face Alan and relinquished my grip on Squat's cock and lowered my ass from the air. The whole thing didn't last very long, but it was extremely erotic nevertheless. Billy walked toward Evelyn to try to act like nothing had happened, and Squat laid back down before Alan turned around and said "ok guys, I think things have gone way too far... I'm going to give Evelyn a ride home, so it's time to call it a night". Billy and Squat both moaned, and Evelyn said "sorry guys, I have to go" as she picked up her dress and slid it on. Alan put a sheet over me as the guys started getting dressed as well, and Evelyn gave squat a hug and said "thanks for fucking me so good", and then went over to Billy and gave him a hug as well... she whispered in his ear, which caused Billy to smirk, and then she walked away to hug on Alan. The guys walked out to put on their shoes, and Evelyn whispered in my ear "they'll be back shortly after we leave... I'm going to fuck your boyfriend, and I'll let you know when he drops me off... I'll try to give you enough time". I smiled and told her "thank you" as she returned the smile and gave me a kiss before walking away. I heard the guys leaving, but not before Alan once again reminding them that this stays between them, and I can't ever know... Alan walked in the room and I quickly sat up and said "That was so fucking hot! They wanted to fuck me so bad!". Alan chuckled and said "I was getting worried they were going to try to!". Alan gave me a kiss and then said "I need to give Evelyn a ride home... she started to feel bad, so I'll drop her off and I'll be back in a bit, ok?". I knew he was lying of course... I knew he would be fucking her behind my back, and I oddly found it relieving... like I felt less guilty, despite not really feeling guilty... and knowing I would get all the details later actually turned me on a well. I made things easier on him by saying "I understand, no hurry... maybe take her to get some medicine or juice". Alan smiled and said "I will... see you in a bit" before giving me a kiss and walking out the door... as soon as I heard Alan's car leaving I started to get excited... I knew Billy and Squat were going to be coming back to take advantage of me, and my pussy was pulsing with anticipation. I rubbed myself knowing I'd soon be alone with them, and they weren't going to hold back... I was lost in forbidden fantasies when I heard a vehicle pulling up, and I knew it was them. My heart started racing hard, and I removed the sheet on me so they could see me... I wanted them to see what I was doing. I heard them walking towards the room as I moaned loudly and shamelessly continued to masturbate furiously. They walked in the room, and I heard them both gasp as they walked up to me and started undoing their pants. Billy told Squat "she knows it's us... and she wants to fuck us... did you see how she would hide what she was doing when Alan looked our way?... she might not remember any of this later, but she definitely knows what she's doing right now". I hadn't realized it, but he was right... they could tell I was purposely cheating... but as long as they believed I wouldn't remember anything, I guess it didn't matter. I just acted a lot more drunk again as they undressed, and I asked them "are you guys going to fuck me now?" In a very slurred drunk voice. Billy grabbed my knees and spread them wide as they both admired and rubbed on my pussy, spreading it out as Billy joked "Alan would kill us if he knew about this". They both chuckled and Squat replied "I'm glad he won't know" before he started eating me out... feeling his tongue run up and down my slit and invading my most private crevices, I grinded against his face while asking "do you like the way my pussy looks? Do you like the way it tastes?". Squat mumbled as he pushed his tongue inside of me, and I heard Billy tell him "move out of the way, I'm ready to fuck her" in a crass tone. Squat did move though, and Billy immediately lined his cock up and started fucking me aggressively... slamming his cock down hard, as if he were trying to go deeper with each thrust. He ended up pushing my legs back until my knees were pinned to the bed, and gripped my left tit while he continued to smack his waist into me.. the slapping sounds ringing out as I encouraged him "don't stop... use my pussy... fuck my wet pussy"... and it was definitely wet, you could hear that a well. Squat watched wide eyed with a fully aroused cock on display, and I would have been happy to suck on it, but he seemed to be mesmerized by what he was watching. Billy pulled his cock out, and told Squat "look at that pretty gaping cunt... do you see how wet she is?". Squat got closer to exam my fucked pussy, and then asked Billy "can I have a turn now? I want to fuck Diana bad"... Billy let me go and stepped away so Squat could take his place, as Billy told him "go ahead, man... fuck Alan's bitch".... hearing that made me think I should feel degraded, but it honestly sent a jolt to my clit, as I turned over and stuck my ass up in the air and told Squat "go ahead and fuck me, Alan will never know". Squat spread my ass checks open to further exam my most hidden area, gave it a lick, and moved in to start fucking me from behind. The initial slide in was slow, as if he was savoring it... but he quickly started thrusting faster as he gripped tightly on my waist. He wasn't hitting it as deep or as hard as Billy was, but it was exciting giving myself to him regardless. I could feel his stomach smacking my ass with each short thrust, and he started to breath really heavy when Billy got in front of me and said "show me how you suck Alan's cock... let me see what he's been getting". That was the first time I'd seen his cock up close, and I was caught off guard by how pretty it looked... nice, smooth, pale... good length and girth without being too much... I realized I gasped a little as I grabbed it with my right hand and began to stroke it... I looked up at him and said "you have a beautiful cock" before I took him in my mouth and started aggressively sucking him... it was one of the moments where I wanted to impress, so I went the extra mile to do so. Apparently he was impressed, because he had his phone out and was taking pictures of me... my initialize reaction was to get aroused, but I couldn't help but worry they would fall in the wrong hands. Billy dropped the phone and grabbed a handful of hair as he moved my head up and down, and my tits rocked back and forth as I continued to get fucked at each end. Billy asked me "Alan has no idea just how much of a cock hungry little whore you are, does he?"... I realized just how right he was, as I looked up at him and shook my head... I felt my pussy flood and start tightening, and I knew I was about to cum on Squat's dick... and he knew it too because he called out "hey Billy, she's about to nut. She must really love this cock... I can feel her pussy griping my cock... fuck, I'm going to cum too!". I was moaning on Billy's dick when he pulled out out of my mouth and said "don't cum in her, I still want to fuck her" as he pulled me away from squat and spun me around so he could fuck me again... squat stroked his cock in my face, and I could tell it was about to erupt... I licked his shaft and head, and told him "go ahead, Squat... cum on my face"... I had never seen so many giant spurts of cum before, as he continued to shoot long streams repeatedly against my face... that plus the aggressive fucking I was getting from Billy made me cum hard as well, and I was sure to make sure they both knew, as I fell forward in the bed and my body started to spasm. Squat picked up a towel off the floor so I could wipe his cum off my face, and I noticed Billy had his phone out and was taking pictures of me again, as I purposely spread my legs for the camera. Squat sat at the end of the bed, still breathing heavy and wiping sweat from his head when Billy told him "go ahead and get dressed, and keep an eye out for Alan... it's my turn to cum now". Squat did as instructed and started getting dressed while still soaking me in with his eyes, and Billy pulled me over on top of him, and started kissing me... it's weird how kissing can catch me by surprise sometimes, seeing as we had already done everything else... but laying on top of him, his hard cock rubbing up against me as our lips met and our tongues explored each other... I melted. His hands gripped my ass strongly, as his fingers explored everywhere between my legs, grazing my asshole and diving in my cunt...I couldn't take it anymore, I needed to cum, I needed him back inside of me. I lowered my body and felt his cock glide up inside of my overly wet pussy, and then sat up and started to ride him furiously. He smirked at we with a determined look while my tits bounced in front of him. He told me "you may not remember this... but I certainly will... every time I see you from here on out, I'm going to be thinking about how I fucked you... like the little whore you secretly are". That really got me going... and part of me wanted to tell him that he could have me whenever he wanted... that any time we had the chance I'd be happy to help him cum. I thought about the pictures he took of me and how he would no doubt look at those and remember that night... Billy asked me "you really are a slut, aren't you?... you would love to get fucked by us all the time, wouldn't you?". I continued to fuck him as his words further pushed me to orgasm as I answered "yes... if I knew Alan wouldn't find out, I'd let you guys fuck me whenever you wanted"... I worried the drunk act wasn't going to continue to work... I had been forgetting to ham up how drunk I was while I was letting him use my pussy. Squat walked to the door and said "you guys should hurry, Alan could be back anytime"... I glanced at Squat as he stood there staring at me, and then reached down between my legs and started rubbing my clit as I continued to ride Billy... his thrusts meeting mine as I moaned out "you're cock is so good... Alan can never know... how much I love... you guys fucking me". My pussy once again started to tighten as my orgasm grew, and Billy was quick to notice... he told me "rub your pussy, Diana... cum all over my cock like a good little whore"... that was enough to push me over the edge and I built up my orgasm to the point I couldn't stop it... and Billy told me "I'm going to cum inside your soaking cunt...I can't stop"... I knew he shouldn't cum in me, but I was past the point of stopping... and honestly hearing that just made me cum even faster, and harder. Billy's face turned red as held his breath and then gave a loud growl as I felt him shoot his loads up inside me... and I fucked him manically as I felt my pussy gushing around his cock as I came. I fell on my back and tried to catch my breath while relishing in a strong orgasm... Squat walked up and picked up Billy's clothes and tossed them at him as he told him "We should go before Alan gets back". Billy got up out of the bed to get dressed, and I spread my legs to allow his cum to run out of my well fucked pussy. Squat walked over and started tweaking my nipples while looking closely at my cunt, and I asked him "did you like fucking me, Squat?... did you like using my body?" Squat looked me in the eyes and said "Can I do it again sometime?", to which I replied in a drunken tone "anytime, as long as Alan doesn't know". Billy finished putting on his shirt and told Squat "she not going to remember this, so I don't think this will ever happen again"... but then looked at me and said "but if you do remember... and you want to get fucked again... just text me"... and just like that, they walked out of the room and out of the house. As soon as I heard his vehicle leave I got up to clean up and make sure there wasn't any evidence anywhere of what just happened. I figured I'd wait for Alan naked in the hot tub, and that would help get rid of any cum that might still be visible in me. Eventually I got a text from Evelyn saying he had dropped her off, and of course he had fucked her... he told her not to say anything, but she knew that I knew already anyway. Evelyn told me that he refused to cum so that he could fuck me when he got home.. probably because he knew I'd be expecting it. Alan messaged me soon after saying he would be back home soon, and I let him know I was in the hot tub waiting for him... but as I waited, I couldn't help but wonder... the next time I'm home alone and horny, should I message Billy?... should I let him know I remembered everything, and they were free to use me?... or should I let them think they got away with something they shouldn't have, and just leave it be? I was curious to see how they would act around me after what happened, especially if they think I don't remember. After a bit of time Alan pulled up and walked toward the hot tub, and started to undress as soon as he saw me. I asked him "Is Evelyn OK?", to which he answered "I'm sure she'll be alright... it just took awhile due to making stops for medicine and stuff" while climbing naked into the hot tub. We embraced as he said "I can't believe they all saw you completely naked tonight". I giggled and said "did you see the way they were staring at my pussy? They even watched you fuck me". Alan lifted me up to sit on the side of the tub, and got between my legs to slowly fuck me again. I asked him "did you see how bad they wanted to fuck me?... they were looking at my tits and cunt while they fucked Evelyn". It wasn't long after that was said that I noticed Alan's grandpa in the window watching us... I told Alan "it looks like everyone wants to watch me get fucked tonight" as I nudged my head towards the window. Alan glanced and saw him as well, but looked at me with a big smile as he told me "get up on the side, and stick your ass up against the window... let him get a good look at you from behind". Without hesitation I did just as he asked... I couldn't see him anymore, but I could imagine the view I was giving him while Alan put his cock in my mouth. I sucked on him for awhile before pulling out his dick and telling him "you know I'd do anything for you, right... I'll let you fuck who you want to fuck, and I'll let anyone see me that you'd like... however you'd like". He looked back and forth between me and the window, and then replied "if I wanted you to go to grandpa's room naked, and let him look up close at your pussy... would you do it?". Of course I would, I had before, but he didn't know that... I told him "yes... I would". It was quiet for a minute and Alan asked me "if I asked you to let him fuck you... would you let him?". That question caught me by surprise... and I hadn't really wanted to fuck him... but then again, I never wanted to fuck Squat before either... and maybe this would be what gets him to loosen up and let me explore more guys in the future... I thought about it, and I looked back at the old man who was stroking his cock while looking at my pussy from behind... and then back up to Alan, and said "if you wanted me to... yes, I'd let him fuck me". Alan grabbed my waist, spun me around, and then quickly entered me from behind... and I looked up to see his grandpa looking right at me as he continued to stroke his cock. I don't know if Alan would really want me to fuck his grandpa, but as I watched the old man staring at me, slowly pumping his cock, I couldn't help but wonder... would he be the next guy to use my pussy? Maybe I'd be the last girl he ever fucks. I really felt like I was getting in way over my head at this point, and worried it was just a matter of time before things went wrong... but I didn't care, I needed more... and I knew I was going to get it.

Holiday Preparation by DaniHarris21 Holiday Preparation Pt. 03 Dani needs some beauty treatment before his holiday. "You know you are so embarrassing at times, Dani," my wife began the conversation, as she usually did. I was a little worried though by her choice of words. Now what had she found out? How had I embarrassed her I wondered? Surely I was the one getting embarrassed the most lately. "Still I suppose I've only myself to blame," she continued, "I guess you men just have no idea about these things." I had no idea what she was rattling on about. "Luckily Ginny has offered to help me out." Now what did Ginny have to do with this? I was getting worried now. What had she been saying to my wife behind my back. "Oh, er, what did she say to you dear?" I asked her cautiously. "Oh it's nothing really, the girls just commented that they thought you were a little too hairy for your new swimsuit and underwear. I suppose I never thought about it before, and probably should have done, before taking you along to see Laura." "Um, too hairy?" Well, at least they hadn't spilled the beans to my wife about how they seemed to enjoy stripping and playing with me, I thought. "Yes, you know it's very fashionable to shave these days, I blame myself, I shouldn't expect you to keep up with fashion on your own, should I? Anyway, no harm done, apparently Ginny's sister is the manager at Appleby Wallop. You know the exclusive health spa. Well, she's asked a favour of her sister and booked you in for an appointment. I don't know whether to be pleased or jealous." So that was how I found myself on my way to Appleby Wallop, a very exclusive health spa, catering to a select female audience. Not that I knew this at the time. I was in awe though as I entered along the gravelled driveway and parked near the main reception. Wide stone steps led up to the brick porch and I entered nervously. "Oh you must be Dani," a young voice called out as I walked through the main doors. I turned towards her voice and watched as she stood up and walked around her desk towards me, her hand outstretched in greeting. She wore a short white tunic that fell onto her thighs. Apart from a pair of flat white shoes that was her outfit, which showed off her slender tanned legs and arms. "Yes I am." "I'm Jade, Julia said you would be coming in today." Julia it seemed was Ginny's sister and the manager of the spa. "I'm glad I was expected. It's a little intimidating," I admitted. "Oh, don't worry, we'll look after you. Although I must apologise for the lack of facilities." "Sorry?" "Well we have an exclusively female clientele, so I'm afraid we don't have a male changing room available for you. I'm sorry." "It's ok, maybe I shouldn't be here. It's a mistake I think." "Oh not at all. Julia was quite clear you are to be treated as a special guest. Come along I'll introduce you to her." She led me towards her desk and to where a doorway stood to the right of it, a lady sat at her desk and rose as we entered. "Julia, this is Dani here for his appointment," Jade introduced us. Julia was a little older than her sister Ginny although the family resemblance was clear. She shook my hand in greeting, the white tunic it appeared was a spa uniform, as hers was identical to Jade's. "Welcome, Dani. Please come in a moment. Jade can you find a robe for Dani please?" With new instructions Jade left the room and Julia proffered a seat at a small glass table. The room itself was clearly Julia's office although spartan in terms of furniture. Julia's desk dominated the room with the glass table and two chairs being the only other features. We sat at the table as she continued to talk. "Now I must apologise for the lack of facilities here for you, Dani." Julia began. "As you probably know we are a ladies only spa, but I was more than happy to make an exception for you when Ginny told me all about you." I flinched wondering how much exactly Ginny had told her older sister. "So, I thought you could use this office to change in. As you can see it's quite private." She waved her arm around the room, and I noticed for the first time the lack of windows. There really was only the entrance door to break the walls. "Of course, you can leave your belongings here whilst you have your treatment, they will be completely safe." She indicated the table as she spoke, then she stood up moving towards the doorway. "Jade will bring you a robe to wear and will be on hand should you need anything else." I realised that you could see the back of Jade's chair through the open doorway. I watched as Julia left the room, noticing that she didn't close the door behind her, but then realising that the door was completely made of glass so it probably didn't make much difference. Only a few moments passed before Jade reappeared carrying a white robe. I had been expecting a thick, fluffy bathrobe style, but instead the robe that Jade handed me was made of thin white cotton. She also handed me some flip-flop sandals. "Sorry I had to guess your size," she smiled as she handed me the shoes, "I hope they fit. If you could take your clothes off and pop the robe on, I'll come back when you're ready." She placed the robe and sandals on the glass table and walked back to her desk just outside the office door. I watched as she sat down then gave me a little wave as she turned her attention to her computer screen. That apparently was all the privacy I was going to get. Instinctively I turned my back on the door and hesitated a moment before starting to remove my clothes. As soon as my shirt was off and folded up I pulled the robe on, damn it was short. I slowly removed my jeans and tied the front of the robe shut, only then realising just how short it was, the back just about covered my butt, my new, long-legged boxers peeked out the bottom. Well at least they covered me I thought. "Ready, Dani?" Jade's voice broke my thoughts as she walked back into the room. "Um, I guess." "Haha," she smiled, "you will need to take those off too." She pointed at my boxers. "Really, Jade? Are you sure that's necessary?" I was getting embarrassed now. "Of course, Dani. You can't have a treatment with those on. Debs will complain if I let you go like that. Come on take them off." I turned my back on her again and carefully peeled my underwear off from under the robe. Now I felt completely naked, the cotton robe felt so thin as to not be there and so short that I was sure my bits were dangling into view. Jade took the boxers from me and folded them onto my pile of clothing on the table. She seemed unfazed by the experience, I folded my hands across my groin, trying to pull the robe down further. Once finished Jade took my right hand and led me to the door. "Let's go then." In seconds we were out in the middle of reception and heading for another door. I was nervous, hoping we wouldn't meet anyone else. I was sure the robe wasn't covering me up as Jade strode down a corridor almost pulling me along with her. Finally, she stopped by a door that said, 'Treatment Room 1′. She knocked and a voice beckoned us inside where two women sat by a massage style table, both dressed in the now familiar short tunic. "Hi, you must be Dani," the elder of the two stood and offered her hand. With Jade still holding my right one I had to let go of the robe to offer her my left hand. I squirmed a little, trying to keep my legs together. "I'm Debs and this is Anna," she indicated the other girl, who looked no more than 18 at best. "Thanks Debs," Jade replied, "I'll leave Dani in your capable hands." Finally she let go of my hand which instinctively grabbed for the robe. "No worries, Jade, Now, Dani, can you just pop the robe on the hook over there," she pointed to one on the back of the door as Jade exited. I was really wondering what I'd got myself into now. I turned my back to Debs and Anna and hung up the robe, now completely naked in front of the two strangers. "Awe there's no need to be shy, Dani. We've seen most things before." I flinched as I felt Debs step close to me and then felt a soft towel being wrapped around me. "Here, this might make you feel a little more comfortable. Now just lie face down on the table and we can get started. Have you been waxed before?" "Waxed?" "Yes, you're here to be waxed, Dani. I thought they'd explained that." "Um, no, I thought I was here for a bit of a shave, my wife just said something about being too hairy." "Yes that's right, we'll remove your body hair using hot wax. Don't worry it doesn't hurt as much as you think." She positioned me lying face down on the table and undoing the towel at the same time before placing it over my back. "Well actually your back is quite clear," Debs continued to talk and explained the waxing process to me. If I could have escaped there and then I would have legged it, but the thought of running out with no clothes on kept me still. Debs and Anna started on the back of my legs, the first touch of the hot wax made me flinch but Debs was right it wasn't too bad. Then she pressed something into the hot wax and pulled the first strip of hair from my leg. "Ouch!" Debs pressed down on the sore area and the pain dispersed. "Well done, Dani. That's as bad as it gets." She was right too, over the course of the next 20 minutes Debs and Anna removed all the hairs on the back of my legs. "Time to do the front, Dani, can you roll over please?" She lifted the towel to screen me as I rolled onto my back, the towel was draped over my midriff as Debs inspected the front of my body. "You have a little chest hair there, Dani. Would you like that left or taken off?" "Um, can I keep that please?" "Sure." At that, Debs and Anna worked as a team to clean up the front of my legs. Gradually they worked their way up to my groin. "Just the last bits to go now, Dani. You've been really good." Debs announced as she pulled the towel off me, exposing my genitals to the two pairs of eyes. Of course I got an instant erection and moved to cover myself. "Don't be silly, Dani, if you cover it up we won't be able to see what we're doing." She pulled my hands aside and my cock sprang to attention. "I think we'll need to trim that first. The clippers please, Anna." Anna handed over a pair of mini hair clippers that buzzed gently when Debs turned them on. "Shall I help, Debs?" Anna asked. "Please, just keep the bits out of the way of the clipper, thanks, Anna." Before I realised what was happening Anna had her hands around my erection and balls and was gently moving them so that Debs could clipper my pubic hair. That did nothing to help my situation and by now I was fully hard. I felt my cock pulsing in Anna's grasp as her tiny fingers gripped more firmly. It didn't take long for the inevitable conclusion. The buzzing of the clippers, Anna's firm grasp and the constant moving of my cock from side to side was too much stimulation. To my shame I came quickly into Anna's hands. Debs turned off the clippers and handed Anna some wipes. "Oops, never mind, here Anna, use this to clean up." Anna deftly wiped my penis and then tried to get my cum out of what remained of my pubic hair. "That'll be much easier once we're finished. You'll see, being hairless has big advantages for hygiene." And that was it, Debs and Anna spent the next 15 minutes using some other type of wax on my pubic hair and by the end of it there was not a hair in sight from my navel to my toes. "There, looking good, Dani. Just your bum to do. Could you get onto all fours for me please." I didn't move. Yes between them they'd touched and handled my most intimate areas. I'd even cum all over Anna's hands, but getting onto all fours seemed even more embarrassing. "Come along, Dani," Debs was persuasive, "onto your hands and knees for us." Of course I did as I was told and got onto my hands and knees. "Perfect, Dani. Anna, can you just separate for me please?" I felt Anna's hands one on each butt cheek and then clenched involuntarily as she prised my cheeks apart. "Great, don't either of you move." I felt hot wax dribbled down my butt crack and then Debs' fingers pressing down. Damn, I was starting to get aroused again, even though it hadn't been that long since I'd cum over Anna's hand I felt my erection stiffening. Debs pulled the wax strip off and applied some more. Again her fingers probed around my anus and now my taint. Anna shifted position using one hand to keep my butt cheeks apart she pressed my balls out of the way of the dripping hot wax. That was it, with her hand around my sack I was soon fully hard again. Then it was over, Debs had removed every last vestige of hair. "You can sit back down now, Dani," she declared. My erection pointed straight at Anna as I sat on the edge of the table. "Anna, would you help clean the scraps of wax off Dani please, I need to go and get the other treatment room ready. Dani, I hope your first waxing wasn't too bad. I have to say you hardly made a noise about it." With that Debs left the room leaving me and Anna alone. "Shall I get you cleaned up then, Dani?" the young girl smiled, she picked up a pot of oil and some cloth and began to dab at my legs, starting at my feet. "It might be easier if you stood up, then I can get the front and back done together." I slid off the table, my full erection pointing straight up as Anna began cleaning of the residual wax. She finished my legs and got to my ass. "Can you stand with your legs wider apart and bend over?" I used the table for support as she proceeded to clean up my butt. None of this did anything to ease my erection. Finally when Anna was satisfied that she'd removed all the bits of wax she stood in front of me. "Would you like me to take care of that again?" I was so embarrassed, this young girl was asking if I wanted a hand job. "No, no," I decided it was too embarrassing, what if someone walked in. "I'm sure it'll go down on its own." Anna looked disappointed by my answer. "Oh, you know I really don't mind. It makes a nice change having a guy in here. Usually I only get to see women's bits, it was fun playing with yours. Are you sure I can't finish you off again?" I couldn't let her do that, she looked so young, but I know she must have been over 18 to work here. Even so, it just felt wrong. "I really appreciate the offer, Anna, but I think he's had enough fun for one day, really." "Ok, well don't say I didn't offer." She handed me the short robe and helped my tie the belt in place. Her hands made more than a few grabs at my erection as she made a fuss of tying it just how she wanted. Eventually, satisfied that she couldn't make any more adjustments and convinced that I wasn't going to change my mind she pulled me towards the door. I used my free hand to make sure that the robe stayed closed although my penis was intent on finding a way out of that thin material. Anna walked me back to the reception where Jade was at her desk. Amazingly we didn't bump into any clients along the way. "Oh, there you are, Dani," Jade jumped up at our arrival. "Wow, your legs look great now." "Thanks Jade." "Oh you must see the rest of him, Jade." Anna giggled behind me. I felt myself blush as Anna ran her fingers under the short robe and between my legs. "Julia's out for lunch," Jade announced as she led the way into the office, I turned to see that Anna simply followed us in. Once again, neither girl closed the door. "Now then, Jade," Anna continued, "take a look." She pulled at my belt undoing the knot in one swift movement as she reached her hands onto my shoulders and pulled the robe straight to the ground. I hadn't completely lost my erection and this sudden move by Anna only encouraged it. "Ooh Anna," Jade laughed, and then looked straight at my stiffening cock. "It looks huge with no hair around it." "Yeah, feels so smooth too." Anna reached her fingers out and stroked my penis from the tip downwards. My cock twitched. Anna grabbed Jade's hand and began to stroke me. "Wow, that is smooth, Anna." The two girls continued to caress me. "Feel these," Anna held my balls in her hand, which were equally smooth. "Amazing," Jade's delicate fingers squeezed them gently. That was it, four hands touching my stiffy and my balls I came without warning. Squirting all over their fingers. Jade reacted quickly. "Sorry," I moaned as shot more cum over them. "Oops, hold on I'll get some wipes," she rushed out of the room. Anna, simply smiled at me as my knees weakened and I had to sit down on one of the chairs. "You were right, Dani, that was more fun than just finishing you off in the treatment room." She licked at her fingers between words. "Mm, tastes good too." Jade returned quickly and the two girls soon cleaned me up, along with the floor and themselves. Neither looked to be leaving so I started to dress, but when I picked up my boxers first of all, Anna pulled them out of my hands and winked. "Not yet, Dani. Let Jade and I enjoy the view a little longer." Once I had my shirt back on she gave up and handed me the underwear. Then as the show was obviously over she said goodbye, leaving me alone with Jade. "I'm so sorry about that, Dani." Jade looked at me nervously. "You're sorry? It's me that should be sorry," I answered her. "No, no. We were out of order. I got carried away, you won't tell will you?" "Of course not, Jade. Why would I do that?" "Oh people do, you know, the clients here often complain if they can find a reason to. Thank you though, Dani. You've been so understanding today." She stepped towards me and quickly planted a kiss right on my lips. "Wow, that's a first." I muttered. "What?" she looked at me quizzically. "First, time a beautiful young girl gave me a hand job and then kissed me. I thought I was too old for all of that." "Nonsense, Dani, you're not old." "Old enough to be your father I should think." "Pah, age is just a number, you're only as old as you feel inside." We walked to the door of the office but Jade stopped before we walked out into reception. She turned and again reached up to kiss me, this time it was no fleeting peck but a passionate tongue twister. At the same time I felt her hand between my legs trying to grab a feel of my cock, but having cum twice in such a short period of time he wasn't up for playing, much it appeared to Jade's frustration. "I hope you come back, Dani." She whispered as we walked into reception. "That's unlikely, I think." "Why, don't you want to come here again?" Her play on words didn't escape me. "Of course, but unless you start opening up to men, I think I'm barred aren't I?" "Never say never, Dani. You came here once already." If only I knew what the future held, but I didn't and so waved goodbye to Jade and drove home. Holiday Preparation Pt. 04 The last of Dani's preparations for his Holiday. A spray tan. "It seems like you'll have to go back to Appleby Wallop," my wife announced in the middle of the week. This immediately sent my mind whirring and back to last Saturday when I'd gone to the exclusive health spa for the first time. There I'd been 'treated' to a waxing treatment which apart from leaving my legs hairless had resulted in me now sporting a full male Hollywood. Whilst the treatment itself had been only slightly painful, especially getting my balls done, the worst of it had been the pure embarrassment factor. I was still surprised that I'd even got into the place, which was clearly marketed as a ladies only spa, that had been thanks to the manager Julia being the elder sister of Ginny who I'd met on a shopping trip with my wife for new swimwear. In fairness I had been treated kindly by the staff that had done what they could for my privacy. Being ladies only there were no male changing rooms. In fact, I'd hardly even seen another client whilst I was there. Now it seemed I was going to have to go back there, I couldn't imagine why. After all I had no hair left to remove. "It seems you won the weekly draw for a free tan." My wife continued, it was clear that she was decidedly jealous that it was me getting treatments at Appleby Wallop and not her. "Tan? Isn't that why we're going off on holiday in the first place?" "It's a fake tan, Dani. All the rich and famous have them all the time, it means when you step out on the beach you won't look like a blancmange." She huffed and that was the end of the conversation, other than instructing me that I'd better thank them properly for putting up with me and to be grateful. So once again Saturday morning saw me driving into the carpark at Appleby Wallop spa. For the second time I walked into the reception and was greeted by Jade, who seemed even more apologetic than previously. "Dani," she gushed as she walked out from behind her desk and instead of shaking hands wrapped her arms around me in a hug. "Good to see you back. I'm pleased you won the prize draw but sorry about the facilities again." She rolled her eyes as if to prove it wasn't her fault that there were no male changing rooms. "No, don't worry about it, Jade," I began. "It's not your fault and I totally understand about the facilities. I know you run an exclusive spa here and we can't have the ladies seeing a man around the place." I tried to be relaxed about it, but deep down I was nervous and twitching. I knew what was coming next, the only place I could change would be Julia's office next to the reception area, the office with no windows and only a glass door that gave only a little privacy. "Oh, you're so understanding, Dani," she unwrapped her arms from around me and took my hand as she led me into the empty office. "Julia's not here today, it's her weekend off, but if you need anything I'm here to help." She smiled and walked back to her desk just outside the door of the office. Whether on purpose or not she didn't close the door, but as it was simply a glass screen it was pretty irrelevant to be honest. I guessed that she expected me to undress and put the spa bathrobe on, leaving my clothes in the office for safekeeping while I had my treatment, just like the previous week. Slowly I undressed, keeping my back to the door and folded my clothes in a pile on the large wooden desk. It was only when I was completely naked that I realised that there was no bathrobe to put on. I turned back towards Jade, but she was leant over her desk rather than looking in my direction. Not knowing quite what to do I tried coughing to get her attention. When that failed, I walked closer to the doorway, I heard Jade talking to a client so I hovered inside the office entrance, my hands clasped over my genitals. It seemed that I stood there for ages whilst Jade dealt with a string of membership queries that the woman had. All the while I was hoping that Jade would look up in my direction but at the same time, I was afraid of being discovered by the client. Finally, Jade finished and I heard her bid farewell to Mrs Penradly. Only then did she look to see how I was getting on. The surprise on her face evident when she realised I was standing only a few feet away completely naked. "Dani!" she giggled, "you're supposed to put a robe on you know." "Yes, I know that," I began, "but I can't find one." "Oh, I'm so sorry, I was supposed to get one ready for you, but I got caught up with some of the members and forgot." Jade looked genuinely sorry and almost seemed about to burst into tears. "Hey, no need to cry," I began but it was too late, I could see tears welling up in her eyes and as she stepped towards me one ran down her cheek. Instinctively I reached out to wipe the tear away, exposing myself to her in the process. That one touch of my finger on her skin triggered her release though and suddenly tears were flooding down her face which she simply buried into my chest. My bare skin was sensitive to her touch, the cotton of her white tunic uniform was crisp against my abdomen. Her hair smelt of coconut in my face and her bare arms were once again wrapped around my waist, only this time I was naked and I could feel her fingers tracing lines across my bum. Slowly she composed herself, and slowly I reacted as males do. She can't have been unaware of the growing lump between us. Indeed, I felt her press herself against me as I grew harder. I was fully erect by the time she had composed herself and looked up at me, her arms still wrapped around my waist. "Sorry, Dani, and thanks. It's just been one of those mornings when nothing goes right." "It's fine," I managed, now acutely aware that my stiffy was pressing hard against her. "Now I could get used to this at work." She removed one hand from behind my back and slid it between us taking hold of my cock. "Um sorry, I can't help it reacting." Jade simply gave it a squeeze which if anything made me more erect. "It's ok, it's kind of flattering that you find me attractive." As if I, a married old man wouldn't find a young twentysomething attractive I thought to myself. "I suppose I ought to get you a robe then." She let go of me and stepped back through the doorway. "I won't be long, don't go anywhere." Like I was going anywhere at all like this I thought. At least I had my hands free again to cover myself up, except that was harder now as I struggled to cover my erect penis. I edged back into the office to wait for Jade to return and stood once again with my back to the door in an attempt to convince myself that I was not likely to be seen. "Oh, you must be Dani," a voice broke my illusion of safety and I turned to see a slender red-haired girl walking towards me in the office. "I'm Michelle," she offered her hand in greeting, which left me with only one free hand to cover my still stiff cock. "Hi," I replied bashfully. "I'm going to be giving you your tan today, I didn't expect you to be quite so ready for me." She looked me up and down, obviously appraising my body, still firmly gripping my hand. She emphasised the word 'ready' and my cock hardened a little more as I tried desperately to cover it with one hand. "There wasn't a robe," I tried to explain. "Not to worry, come along then," she began to escort me out of the office. "W wait, I can't go out there like this." I couldn't believe she was about to drag me around the spa naked. Fortunately, as we reached the doorway Jade returned with a clean bathrobe. "Here you go, Dani," she held the robe out for me, Michelle still gripped one hand, so I had no choice but use the other, leaving me exposed to the two girls again. Michelle though didn't stop to let me put the robe on. In fact, she didn't slow down at all as she exited the office into reception pulling me along behind her. I just managed to pull the bathrobe towards me out of Jade's hand as I stepped into the reception area. My front was covered as the robe hung off my arm, but my backside was in full view. Not that this seemed to worry either of them. Jade just seemed to enjoy the view of me being half dragged towards the treatment rooms whilst Michelle didn't even seem to notice. Fortunately for me the reception area was empty of any other people. She marched down the corridor to get to the room we were going to use, I was afraid that each step was bringing me closer to the point where someone spotted us. In fact, we almost made it, only as I stepped through the door that Michelle held open for me did I hear the voices behind us. "Did you see that? There was a naked man in here." "Damn, no, where?" "Going into the spray room, I swear he was naked." "Can't believe.." but the rest of the conversation was lost as Michelle closed the door behind us. "Sorry about that, I'm in a bit of a hurry as I have a full schedule today." Michelle finally apologised. She handed me a plastic hat to put over my hair and sticky foot shapes to protect the soles of my feet she said. Then she explained the spray tan process before getting me to stand inside the spray tent. "Close your eyes, Dani." Gosh that was cold, I jumped as the chilly spray hit my face and neck. "That was the worst bit," Michelle laughed as she continued to spray down my body. "Turn around please." I complied and she sprayed my back. "Stick your bum out towards me please. That'll make sure I get into all your cracks." We repeated the whole process again and in no time at all I had a good covering before Michelle explained the drying process. "It's just air," she said, "as again she fired her gun at me. Looking down my body once she'd finished, I was shocked by the colour. "Don't worry, the colour will change over the next few hours. Loose fitting clothes will be best or none at all even better for at least three hours then you can wash the developer off. Only then will you see the final colour. I'll let Jade know you are all done." With that she cleaned up her spray gun and hoses and left me in the spray room alone. Only a few minutes passed and Jade walked in. "All done, Dani, see I told you it wouldn't take long. Do you have loose fitting clothes with you to wear home? You really don't want anything rubbing for a few hours until you wash the developer off." "Um, only what I came here in really. Jeans and a polo shirt." "Oh, that won't do. You better just slip the bathrobe back on, but don't tie it up or it will cause marks." She helped me put the robe on, just slipping my arms in and letting it hang on my shoulders really. "That will be ok, but I can't leave you here for three hours, why don't you come and sit with me?" "Do you think that's a good idea?" "Sure, come on, I have work to do." She pulled me out of the treatment room and we walked back to reception, I held the front of the bathrobe closed tightly in front of me, it was short, but I noticed nowhere near as short as Jade's tunic uniform. We quickly returned to her desk where I was embarrassed to see three women patiently waiting. "Oh, there's a man here," one announced and all eyes turned on me as if demanding to know why I was there. "Hello, ladies," Jade took it all in her stride. "This is, Dani, he's helping me out this morning and as a reward we gave him a fake tan treatment. He's just waiting for the tan to develop so will be sat with me for the rest of the morning. Don't worry we continue to be committed to providing a female only environment for you to relax and enjoy your treatments in." That little speech immediately calmed the three women and as it seemed to make some sense to them they ignored me, other than for quick glances as Jade dealt with their enquiries and bookings one by one. In the meantime, I stood quietly behind Jade trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Finally, she had finished with all the women and we were alone in reception. "Oh sorry, Dani. Let me get you a chair to sit on, you can't stand there like that all morning." She stood up and pulled a chair from Julia's office behind us and I was able to sit down next to her. Immediately I found another problem. Sitting down just made the bathrobe rise up, instead of it coming almost to my knees now it only just covered my lap. I glanced across at Jade and realised the same thing happened to her when she sat her desk. Her normally short tunic also rode up. No longer did it sit on the top her thighs as it had when she was standing, now it stopped at the crease of her legs. I blinked as I caught sight of a flash of white lace and stared. Yes, I could see her panties. "Enjoying the view as well, are you?" Jade's voice cut through my reverie, I was busted. "Yes, um, I was, well, I couldn't help it, I can see your underwear," I managed to burst out. "Isn't it pretty underwear?" she replied demurely. Obviously enjoying the attention I was giving her. "The tiny part I saw was very nice," I thought I'd try and get myself out of trouble. It didn't work. Quick as a flash Jade hoisted the bottom of her tunic up to her waist and spun in her chair to face me. Her legs were parted and I had a full view of her fine lace panties, no pubic hair poked out between the lace so it seemed that Jade was as smooth down there as I was. My eyes fairly bulged out of my head as she made no attempt to pull her tunic back down. "Isn't it pretty underwear?" she repeated. "Yes, very," was all I could manage as I stared at her crotch. "Um, don't you mind flashing at me?" "Nah, I figured I'd seen and played with all you've got so maybe it was fair to show you. They're only underwear, Dani." "Um, quite transparent underwear, Jade. I can see, err, quite a lot." "Not as much as I'm going to see of you later when we wash off that developer." She laughed and finally spun back to her desk and let her tunic drop back. Not that she pulled it down fully so there was now plenty of her underwear still on show for me nestled in the crease of her lap. The main doors opened at that point and two middle aged ladies walked in. They came up to Jade's desk but she pulled her chair closely under so they couldn't see what I'd been looking at. They weren't looking at Jade however, it was clear that they were surprised to see me. Once again Jade gave the little spiel about me helping her out and this was remarkably well accepted. This continued for a couple of hours. When we were alone Jade teased me and with the now polished explanation that Jade had for me being there all the clients appeared happy. If anyone thought it odd that I was wearing a bathrobe then Jade's explanation that I'd received a spray tan in return for helping her was enough for them. No one it seemed was at all interested in what sort of help I was providing. Eventually it seemed my developing time was up. "Right, Dani, time to get you washed off." Jade set off back down the now familiar corridor with me bringing up the rear. We stopped outside a door marked Disabled and Shower. Jade held the door open for me. "In you go." I walked past her into the shower room. It was reasonably large and we both fit in easily enough as I heard Jade close the door behind us. There was a disabled toilet to the left with a hand basin and the back of the room was a shower area. No curtain I noticed straight away but oddly there was a hosepipe curled up on the wall. I felt Jade's hands on my shoulders as she pulled on the bathrobe. "You'll have to take this off," she said, "pulling the fabric down my back and off my arms, rendering me naked once again. I turned to face her, my hands instinctively covering my groin as I watched her hang my robe on the back of the door. "Over into the shower area then please, Dani." I complied as Jade stepped out of her shoes and walked to the coiled-up hose pipe. She started the water and let it run through her fingers until it ran warm. "Don't worry I'm not going to give you a cold shower," she smiled. Once she was happy with the temperature, she directed the water towards me. "Hands up," she ordered. Followed by a shriek. "You're not supposed to get me wet too, Dani," she laughed as the water bounced off my chest and fell on her. "I hardly did anything on purpose, Jade." I started. "Well, I can't have you getting my uniform all wet." She turned off the water and stepped back towards the door. I watched unbelieving as she proceeded to unbutton her tunic dress. "Jade, what are you doing?" My eyes bulged as the beautiful young girl took off her dress and hung it on top of my bath robe. Her slender legs were nicely toned from obvious hours in the gym. Her arms were also lightly muscled and her firm stomach showed a hint of a six pack; defined but not overly so. She stood there now in white lace bra and the matching panties that I'd enjoyed eyeing up earlier that morning. Her breasts were firm and round, a C-cup I thought. Jade watched me watching her as she lifted her arms up and undid her bra, her breasts dropped only slightly as they were released. She smiled at me as she bent over and pulled her panties down to her ankles and slowly stepped out of them. "Yes," I thought, "she was completely smooth". "I can see you approve," she giggled pointing at my erection as she walked back over to me. My cock rock hard as this young girl stood close enough to me to touch, completely naked. "I wasn't going to sit all afternoon in wet underwear. Plus, I've seen a lot of your naked body so it's only fair you get to see mine. Now let's wash that developer off you." Jade spent the next five minutes rinsing the tan developer off my body with the hose paying particular attention below my waist. I was fully aroused and as she continued to spray water on my genitals the sensation of the shower only increased that arousal until I was as hard as I can ever remember being. Jade seemed to approve and stepped closer to me until her fingers were touching the top of my very engorged penis. "I've been dying to get hold of this, Dani." She pressed her own damp body against mine as she whispered into my ear. Then she surprised me by nibbling my earlobe which made me yelp. "Ooh, Dani, I don't bite that hard," she giggled as she momentarily stepped back and turned off the hose. I stood dripping wet in the middle of the wetroom as she moved back and nuzzled into me gently. Her hands wrapped themselves against my hard cock which started to twitch in her grip. "Jade, why?" I began. "Shsh," was her reply as she knelt down and quickly started to lick and nibble at my hard shaft. "Mmm, Jade, if you carry on like that I am going to make a mess." Jade stood up, but still held onto my erection as she then led me out of the shower area to a bench that was placed against one wall. "Sorry, it's not that comfortable," she whispered again as she pushed me down onto the bench and onto my back. I lay there appreciating her lithe young body as she proceeded to clamber on top of me. She kept her feet on the floor as she straddled the bench and me. I was mesmerised by her hairless pussy as she gently lowered herself towards my stiff cock which she still held in her hands. Her breasts wobbled as she swayed slightly to keep her balance while guiding herself onto me. Then the moment arrived and her I felt her lips pressing against my head, there was little resistance as she sank down. A small gasp escaped her mouth as I slid deep inside her, whilst I was wet from the hose, Jade was lubricated naturally and she quickly took my full length into her. "Hmmm," she groaned in delight as I filled her up. "Fuck, Dani, I've been waiting for this." She controlled all the movement as she raised and lowered herself on my hard dick. Her hands now pressed against my chest to support herself. I watched as her firm, pert breasts dangled inches from my face, my tongue darted around trying to grab at one of her hard nipples. Jade was extremely wet and tight, I could feel her vagina contract around my shaft as she pleasured herself. There was no doubt I was along for the ride and Jade was in control. Control! Damn! I was about to lose it. Her hot, wet, tight, pussy slid relentlessly up and down my hard cock, her breasts teasing my face as she rode me, her eyes tight shut. "Jade, I'm going to cum," I tried to warn her but she was oblivious, if anything that spurred her on to more vigorous efforts. Soon she was panting, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she brought herself to her own climax. I tried desperately to hold out, to give this amazing young woman what she so obviously was intent on taking. I removed my hand from where it had rested on her buttock and caressed her hip, gently bringing my fingers to her sex. She didn't stop, her rhythmic actions sending pulse after pulse through my dick. I reached between us, sliding my fingers over her smooth mound. I felt my cock and her lips, her juices making everything slick. There, I moved up between her lips and found her sensitive spot. Her hard nub waiting for my gentle caress. I pressed, gently, against her clit and she gave out a gasp, she was close. I had to move quickly now, before my own orgasm took over, I wanted this girl to find her nirvana. I pressed her button once more and her breathing became more ragged. Again I flicked her hardness and that was it, she went over the top. "Daniiiii," she exclaimed as her orgasm peaked and I felt her pussy clamp hard around my cock in mid movement. She shook. Her breathing stopped and her elbows bent as the strength went out of her. She shuddered and gasped as she crashed onto my chest. Her breasts now squashed against me, her hair in my eyes and mouth. I smelt her perspiration and her scent. Her vagina contracted uncontrollably and my cock couldn't take it anymore. "Jade, I'm cuming," I gasped as my own release arrived. I struggled to withdraw from her, but she pinned me down on the bench. She wasn't heavy but she still had her feet firmly planted on the floor and I could not lift her. With nowhere to go, no way to pull out I came hard inside her. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," I panted as she recovered enough to kiss me, smothering my words. "Sshh, Dani," she managed to speak, then we both collapsed in post sexual bliss. It took a few minutes to get our breath back, all the while my pulsing penis discharged into her wet folds, her inner muscles continued to contract and hold me firmly in place, even as I softened. "Sorry, Jade," I tried again. "Mmm." She moaned, "what are you sorry for, Dani?" "Cuming inside you. I couldn't get out, I, I," "Sshh," she whispered putting a finger over my lips. "It's all good." "But," I began. "Dani," Jade could speak normally now. "Shutup." She smiled as she said it. "Do you think I don't know what I'm doing? We're good. I'm on the pill. You're not going to get me pregnant, and I'm clean as I'm sure you are too. I wanted this, you have no idea how much I wanted this." "How? Why?" I must have looked completely confused. "Dani, ever since I first saw you, watched you get undressed and admired your sexy body I've wanted you. It's always been a fantasy of mine to have sex with an older guy and when you turned up here I decided, you were the guy I wanted." "Why?" I still didn't quite get it. "Why would a sweet, beautiful, young girl like you want sex with an old guy like me?" "I told you, it's a fantasy, don't you have a sexual fantasy, Dani?" "Well, I'm a guy, I have a few," I admitted. "Exactly, and girls have fantasies too, and you're mine. How do you think you won the draw to get the free treatment today? I had to get you back here. I wanted you so bad, I needed you. I still want you." "What? You mean you want to do it again?" "Oh, yes, you lived up to my fantasy perfectly. I'm going to do all I can to get you back here." "But, don't you have a boyfriend? Someone your own age? Why me?" "No, I don't at present. I've tried guys my age and they're too immature, I want a man. And you? You turned up in the right place at the right time. I suppose we'd better get cleaned up though. I have to get back to my desk." She stood up, still straddling me and my penis flopped out onto my tummy. A mixture of our juices still joined our bodies with a long string that turned into a larger flow as gravity took effect. I managed to sit up and with my hands on her bottom pulled us together. My face buried itself in her pussy as I licked her. The mix of juices tasted good, my cum and her wetness. I cleaned her up as best I could while she stood over me. "Mmm, see, that's why I want you, Dani. No boy ever cleaned me up after sex before. She bent over and kissed me again, her lips parting mine as she too tasted our joint flavours, her tongue exploring my mouth. "Yummy," she exclaimed. She then bent over and gently lapped up the spilt fluids on my tummy and proceeded to suck and lick my cock clean. "Well, I can honestly say I've never had sex like this either, Jade." "Good, Dani, then we'll be able to have a repeat performance." "I'd like to Jade, I mean if you really want to. Just, I don't know how or where we can make that happen." "Oh, you let me worry about that, Dani, I'm very creative, I'll find a way to get you again. Thank you so much." "I think I should be thanking you, Jade." "Nope, you made my fantasy come true, in fact made it even better." Jade dressed herself after that and I put on my robe before Jade led the way back to her desk and ultimately my clothes. She looked flushed as she sat back down in front of her computer. "I hope you don't get any trouble for today, Jade." "Nah, don't worry, I'll be fine. Just you be ready for the next time I need my lover." "Next time?" "Yeah, I told you, you really are my fantasy come true and there's no way I'm letting you go now." I wondered what Jade could possibly have in store, but it was time to leave. My wife and I would soon be leaving for our vacation. It had certainly been a whirlwind of preparation from my point of view and I had to accept that sex with Jade had been totally unexpected and had fired up a spark that had been extinguished for so long.

Hina's ENF Stories by anonenffan Chapter 10. A Round of Golf Hina hummed along to the tune on the radio, her head swayed with the beat. She flicked the turn signal, and the brakes made an odd squeak as she pulled into the Emerald Field Country Club. “Wow…” she said, letting her eyes wander the sight before her. Lush walls of trees, stood tall and proud. They bore a bold shade of green that almost glowed in the sun, and rattled against the wind. Gently rolling hills of grass spread to the tree line. A few lead to little rainbows in the sunlight, while sprinklers gave life to the landscape. A crisp, clean river wandered through the course, twisting and shimmering when sunlight fell in. Even the parking lot provided a smooth surface, free of cracks and bumps, and shiny upper-class cars filled the defined lines. Hina leaned back with a small nod before parking her car. She climbed out, a gym bag hanging over her shoulder, eyes on her phone. After her thumb danced on the screen, she placed it in the bag and headed for the front door. Once inside, the frigid air conditioning bit into Hina’s skin, making her shiver as heat became a memory. She shivered and rubbed her palms against her arms. “Geeze, they don’t go cheap on anything here,” Hina said under her breath. The interior of the club was spacious, with colorful tile floors. Massive paintings depicted scenery and lighthouses. A large chandelier in the center of the ceiling. It had hundreds of little glass pieces, diffusing light into the room. On the floor was a large fountain, sending water from its top and flowing to the bottom. “Hina, you made it!” said a familiar voice. Maria made her way into the room, greeting her with a little wave. “Like what you see?” “It’s pretty impressive. Looks like a lot of work goes into maintaining this place,” Hina said. She let her eyes wander paintings on the walls before returning back to Maria. “Oh, this little fountain is nothing. There’s an even bigger one out back,” Maria said, swaying her hand as if to discard it. Then she curled her fingers to beckon Hina. “Come, let’s get ready and get changed into our golfing clothes.” “Alright, but I’ll warn you, I’m kind of bad at it,” Hina giggled, before following Maria to the locker room. All the while, Hina couldn’t help but glance at the various paintings and plants that decorated the hallways. Some featured historical figures from years ago, others displayed vibrant scenery. Hina and Maria arrived at the locker room. At first, the brunette expected a subtle buzz of fluorescent lights and some less-than-pleasant smells. Instead, the lights were as silent as they were vibrant, and the subtle scent of bleach promised a recent cleaning. She nodded and looked at Maria. “This place is pretty fancy. So where do I get changed?” Hina asked. “There’s a locker near mine I don’t believe is in use… 118,” Maria gestured toward the locker. “Thanks! This’ll just take a sec,” Hina nodded. As Hina stepped to the lockers, another woman approached Maria, arms crossed. “You really went ahead and invited the riff-raff?” “I’ll admit she’s a little unusual, but I believe we should give her a chance,” Maria whispered back. “She’ll adapt to the lifestyle before long.” “If you invite someone like her in, the place will be overrun in time. She didn’t work for what she has!” said the woman. “Rebecca, you can’t be so quick to judge,” Maria said. “Okay, ready!” Hina declared. She stepped from behind the lockers. The brunette had a pair of simple white tennis shoes and ankle socks on. At her hips, were a pair of exercise shorts that reached mid-thigh, pink with white trim that ran along the sides. Hina adjusted her tank top to keep the material over her bra strap. Atop her head was an ordinary baseball cap, with an owl on the front. She tied her hair in a ponytail, poking out the back of the hat. Maria blinked, and blushed, glancing at Rebecca. “Um, is that what you’ll be wearing while golfing, Hina?” The brunette blinked before looking over herself. She twisted her body to inspect the clothing. “Is there something wrong with it? I just got these shorts…” “Your dress is very-” “Casual!” Maria cut into Rebecca’s thought. “It’s a little casual for an upper-class club like this one. Do you have anything else to wear?” “Umm… not really. Like I said, I’ve never golfed before, so I just picked something that would be cool while we’re outside.” Hina explained, glancing at her clothes once again. “I guess it is a little… normal? What should I be wearing?” “I believe a trip to the pro shop is in order,” Maria said. She placed a hand on Hina’s shoulder, and nudged her along the locker room. “There’s a certain… dress code to the club.” Some time later… “What even were those? Exercise clothes?” Rebecca shook her head, leaning against a locker. “I know, I know. It’s just something for us to correct,” Maria crossed her arms and shook her head. “But I don’t think we should have any more issues.” Hina stepped back out, tugging at her new outfit. She replaced every single piece of gear. White golfing shoes were stiff, barely flexing with each stride Hina took. A pink skirt went to mid-thigh, pinching her waistline, causing attempts to position it over her hips to relieve the pressure. A white dress shirt covered her top half, with the sleeves rolled to her elbows. The pink sweater vest contained her, though her chest strained the fabric. A matching visor took the place of her baseball cap, though her hair remained in a ponytail. “Ah, there we go! Now you’ll look more proper on this course!” Maria clapped her hands, letting her eyes wander Hina. “This is much better than that exercise gear, isn’t it?” “Um…” Hina did a little twist, looking over herself, frowning as she tried to shift the skirt once more. “I don’t think some of these are the right size…” “They’ll break in, darling,” Rebecca said, smirking at Maria. “You’ll feel comfortable again in about a hole or two.” They left the locker room, heading toward the caddy area. All the while, Hina tugged at the collar of her shirt and tried to fix the skirt again. Another problem was those shoes. It was like they were made of wood, with almost no cushion to speak of. She shook her head and approached the bag of rental clubs that Maria had recommended. “What are you doing?” Rebecca raised an eyebrow. “I’m reaching for the clubs…? Maria said these were good for a noobie. Are these the wrong set?” Hina blinked. “No no no, you were about to carry them yourself!” Rebecca shook her head. “I know what you need, you need a taste of the power your wealth affords.” She slipped a finger in her mouth and gave a sharp whistle. A blonde girl ran to them and stood at attention. “Sorry! You’re here a little sooner than I expected!” She said, “I’ll carry these, no problem!” “Oh it’s not a big deal, they don’t look that… wait… Stacy?” Hina lifted the top of her visor, leading her head a touch forward, and smiled. “Hina? Oh!” Stacy sighed and giggled. “I didn’t know I would be caddying for you today! In that case, here,” Stacy reached for the bag of clubs and slung them over her shoulder. “I’ll handle these and we’re ready to go!” “You… know each other?” Rebecca gave Hina an odd look. “Oh yeah, we’ve been friends for as long as we can remember,” Hina nodded. “…Marvelous,” Rebecca rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Well, I trust there’ll be no issue making her carry the clubs?” Hina looked at Stacy and frowned, putting a hand to her chin. “Well… I guess that’s technically your job. But if you get tired, like I said, it’s not a big deal.” “Ugh…” Rebecca shook her head. How Maria thought they could teach this girl how to treat a low-class, let alone one of her friends, was beyond her. Then she smirked, gripping her golf bag and placing it near Stacy. “Think you can handle three at once, darling? There’s three in our group.” Stacy had one bag over her shoulder and gave an odd blink. “Um… if you picked out a cart I can make that work.” “Oh, of course, I believe the carts are kept over there,” Rebecca gestured toward the building. “Go bring it here.” “Right! Of course!” Stacy nodded, setting Hina’s golf bag down next to Rebecca’s. “I’ll be right back with the-” “Just what do you think you’re doing? You’ve left our bags on the ground! There’s going to be dirt on Hina’s bag!” Rebecca cut through the air. “…Isn’t the point of the bag to keep the dirt off?” Hina raised an eyebrow. “It’s not like they’re my clubs anyway.” “Sorry! I’ll uhhh… I’ll just carry these to a cart then!” Stacy said, reaching down to pick up one of the golf bags. Though before Stacy had the bag over her shoulder again, the trio could hear the wine of a small electric motor. They turned and saw Maria driving a golf cart, with four seats and a loading cage. “Alright, who’s ready for a round of eighteen?” “Sweet, that makes this easier,” Stacy smiled, picking up Rebecca’s golf bag and placing it on the cart. She repeated the process with Hina’s, before waving her arms as if presenting the passenger seats to Hina and Rebecca. Hina was giving Rebecca an odd look, one eyebrow elevated over the other. She shook her head and then smiled at Stacy’s work. “Thank you!” the brunette quipped. Before she climbed onto a seat, she glanced at her bag and adjusted it to be centered better. Then she felt a presence loom near her, seeing Rebecca with her arms crossed. She shook her head. “Sloppy work from a sloppy caddy. I shall see her fired by the end of the day.” Hina frowned and turned, eyebrows pointing at Rebecca. “Hey, that caddy’s my best friend. Chill.” “Yes! Yes, let’s not scrutinize every minute detail of a newer caddy!” Maria clapped her hands. “Everyone climb on, and we’ll head to the first hole!” Maria added, patting the seat next to her. “Of course, how rude of me,” Rebecca said. “Hina, you may ride up front, as you’re the guest.” Hina crossed her arms, keeping an eye raised at Rebecca, before taking her time to climb into the passenger seat of the golf cart. Everyone climbed in, Maria taking the driver’s seat. The little electric motors hummed to life and they were on their way to the first hole. From the tee-off area to the green, there wasn’t much complicated about this hole. Just a simple straight fairway with a tree at about the halfway point. “I’ll start things off,” Rebecca said, setting up her tee and gripping her driver. After taking her stance, she swung, giving a satisfying metallic “whack.” The ball sailed past the tree and rolled a little further. Hina looked at the bag of clubs. “Uh… Stacy, how much do you know about golf?” “About as much as you do,” the blonde admitted, holding the bag. “Um… you don’t use this one until way later… maybe this one?” “Thanks,” Hina said, taking the club, its silver face shining in the sunlight. “I kind of want to beat her. She’s been kind of a bitch,” she whispered. She approached the tee and lined up her shot. With little other thought, she pulled the club back and swung as hard as she could. The “ping” that followed made Rebecca giggle, while Maria blushed and faked a smile. The ball had a near-vertical trajectory. It sailed forward for a moment, approaching the tree. They heard the leaves rustle, but the ball did not come down to the ground. Hina’s shoulders went slack. Rebecca began openly laughing. “That’s new! Rarer than a hole-in-one!” “Hina, dear, why did you use an iron instead of a driver?” Maria was unable to contain a giggle of her own. “That matters?” Hina said, looking at her club. “Of course it does. Let’s get you a new ball and a new caddy,” Rebecca stated. “One that won’t let you make such a fool of yourself.” Hina narrowed her eyebrows at Rebecca again. “No way, I’m getting that ball back, and Stacy stays. Come on, let’s go get that ball.” Hina pointed her club at the tree and marched. Stacy loaded the bag of clubs back onto the cart and climbed into the driver’s seat. “Okay!” They approached the tree, and Hina began scanning its thick branches for the little white ball. She padded a few circles around, part of her already annoyed at how this first hole was going. How was she going to put Rebecca in her place if she couldn’t find her golf ball? The brunette padded around the base of the tree, checking every angle she could imagine. “You know, we could use another ball. This is kind of why they sell them in packs,” Stacy explained, as she pointed her thumb to the back of the cart. “It’s the very first one though,” Hina protested. “I’ve gotta do better than that, with how she’s been treating you?” The brunette checked a few more branches and ultimately came up with nothing. Truth be told, Stacy did have a point about golf balls coming in packs. But just when Hina considered a replacement, she spotted the white ball wedged between a few branches, higher up in the tree. “Ah ha! I see it!” The brunette reached out, though was nowhere close to being able to retrieve her ball. She picked up a club, extending her reach and getting closer, but still, she could not set her ball free. She put a hand to her chin. “Do you have a ladder?” Hina turned to her friend. “The groundskeeper probably has one!” Stacy nodded. “Give me a minute and I’ll go get it!” The blonde climbed back into the golf cart when Hina put a hand on her shoulder. “Wait! I have a better idea!” Hina smiled. The electric motor gave a low whine, as Stacy feathered the pedal as gently as she could. With the cart parked as close as it could be to the tree, Hina held up her hands. “Perfect! This should work!” “You sure that’s a good idea?” Stacy said. “I never thought of these as being that sturdy.” “It’ll be fine, I’m only on top of it for a few seconds,” Hina said, approaching the front of the cart. She put her hands on the roof and hooked her feet onto the front. As Hina’s weight came onto the roof, the plastic surface began to slowly buckle. Her knees wobbled atop the compromised surface. “Whoa whoa whoa!” Her arms flailed around before she latched onto the branch and held on. Then the brunette smirked. “Okay… we’re good, hand me that club!” Hina extended an arm out. Stacy nodded and presented the club to her friend. Hina took the long metal rod and reached up toward the ball. The face of the club reached far closer to the ball than before, coming within an inch of it. “Almost…” Hina said, banging the club against the tree. She did a small hop, and the club finally bounced into the ball, dislodging it and sending it to the ground. “Got it! Ha ha-waa!” While Hina’s small hop gave her the height she needed, she came down on the golf cart’s roof with too much force. It dented, and threw off her balance, with little to grip but the tree. She dropped the club and gripped the tree branch. “Ahh!” “Oh my God,” Stacy gasped. “Hang on, I got you!” She reached for Hina’s legs and held them, trying to stabilize her friend. The blonde could feel her friend trembling. Hina’s grip on the tree was less like iron and more like tin foil. She would slip a little, then a little more. Knowing what was about to happen, Hina had little choice but to trust Stacy. Her arms released the tree. As she fell, a ripping noise barked at her along with a sudden tug on her torso. Stacy’s strength crumbled, as the two fell into the grass. “Oof!” Stacy coughed, shaking her head, finding herself face to face with Hina’s stomach. The blonde sat up and moved her hair out of her eyes. “Are you alright?” Hina winced and sat up. “Yeah… I think so,” the brunette sat up, looking over herself. The fall hadn’t been that bad. There were no bruises on either girl as far as they could tell. However, Hina’s sweater vest had a tear up the middle. She blushed and pushed the separated opening back into place before letting it separate again. “I think next time we should just use a replacement ball,” Stacy said with a blush and a tiny smile. “Now you need a new sweater.” “Well, at least we got the ball back,” Hina stood up. She inspected the damaged clothing further. Were it not for the tear, the vest would still look good. Instead, it was clearly beneath the fashion standards of the club. Hina took a deep breath, finding it much easier to fill her lungs with the restrictive garment weakened. Then she sighed and slid it off over her shoulders. “Wanna go to the clubhouse?” Stacy said, watching Hina. “No, I don’t want to waste time. I wouldn’t be doing a good job of showing Rebecca what’s up if I took too long,” Hina said. “Let’s just keep playing,” Hina tossed the damaged vest to the floor of the golf cart and then looked at the golf bag. A blush appeared on her face as she looked over the clubs. “That thing was too tight anyway.” With a new club in hand, Hina sent her ball back to the fairway with a clumsy thwack. A short walk later, they regrouped with Rebecca and Maria. Both women traded perplexed glances at each other before looking at Hina again. Rebecca had a smirk, while Maria blushed with a smaller smile. “Glad you could find your way back to the fairway, darling,” Rebecca stated. A finger traced her chin, “I have to ask though, you look a little different.” Hina looked past Rebecca and made her way toward her ball. “Oh, it was the sweater,” she managed. “It’s a little warm for it, ya know?” “Indeed,” Rebecca smirked, letting her eyes drift to Maria for a moment. The rest of the hole went without incident. Hina’s ball reached the green, and she even managed to get it into the hole. Despite the rough start, she was only one stroke behind the others. Still able to overtake Rebecca if she improved. At the next hole, they began to tee up. Hina turned to Stacy with a determined smile. “Okay… I’m going to do this one right this time. Let’s use this one,” the brunette gestured toward the driver. “Right!” Stacy chirped, handing her the club. The brunette took her stance and lined up the shot. “Line up toes… keep arms straight…” Hina said to herself. “Smooth motion…” A metallic “snap” punched into the air. The ball sailed through the air in a clear, straight path. “Oh wow! That one looks professional, Hina!” Stacy cheered. Hina smiled, watching her ball sail. She crossed her arms and smirked at Rebecca. “How’s that for beginner’s luck?” Rebecca smirked. “Well done, Hina. That would look amazing on the driving range. Except, this a par three.” “…Meaning?” Hina raised an eyebrow. “PLOP.” “This is… a shorter hole…” Maria said with a nervous blush. “There’s little reason to drive it as far as you did.” She turned and looked toward the hole and the little pond that lay just beyond it. “Oh…” Hina’s shoulders slacked. A nervous laugh escaped her. “Whoops…” “A mistake you could have easily avoided with a better caddy,” Rebecca sneered and looked at the blonde. “Honestly, you call yourself her friend? You let her look like such a fool?” “I-I’m sorry! I’m kind of new at this too, I didn’t…” Stacy held up her hands, flailing her palms. “Hey, I told you, back off from her,” Hina said, before turning to Stacy. “Come on, let’s go get my ball.” She put the club back in the bag, eyes not leaving Rebecca before making her way to the pond. “C-coming!” Stacy said as she slung the golf bag over her shoulder and followed Hina. The pond just beyond the green was small, surrounded by rich, green grass. A gentle mist shimmered in sunlight giving a small rainbow, spraying from the center of the pond. Hina could see straight to the bottom of the pond, thanks to the crystal clear water. “Should be easy to spot…” Hina said, slowly stepping around the pond. “Oh, Hina, wait,” Stacy said, setting down the golf bag. “Usually when the ball lands in the water hazard, you just let it go and switch to a spare.” She unzipped a pouch, let her hand dive in, and started fishing. “I think they’re… ah ha!” Stacy held up a new golf ball. Hina frowned. “Really? That seems kind of wasteful.” The brunette scanned the shimmering water, before spotting something white beneath the surface. “Wait… I don’t think we need to do that, I see it!” Stacy blinked. “But I already have the new ball.” “Stacy, if I’m gonna put Rebecca in her place, I can’t be super wasteful with the balls. Especially when I can see it right there.” Hina took a few steps into the pond, and cold water immediately flooded her shoes. “Yee!” she squeaked as her arms flailed. The brunette put her hands out and caught her fall against the ground. Cold water splashed from where she tripped. On her hands and knees, Hina barely avoided disaster. “Are you alright?” Stacy said, stepping closer to the pond. “Yeah, I’m fine,” Hina shook her head and fished out the golf ball. When she climbed out of the pond, her footwear and skirt dripped with water. Her shoes squelched with each step she took. The brunette dropped the ball on the ground. “Wanna go to the clubhouse so you can dry off?” Stacy blinked. Hina blushed but knew Rebecca would treat her or Stacy badly if she showed weakness. She shook her head. “It’s not a big deal, let me just… get these socks off.” The brunette kicked off her shoes and hooked her fingers into the water-logged socks. After wrestling the moist fabric from her foot, she looked at Stacy. “Does the bag have one of those mesh pouches? These could dry in there…” “Um… I think so…” Stacy said. Hina tossed her the socks, and as her friend checked for a suitable pouch, Hina put the golf shoes back on. Chilly water squelched and spat out of the seams. She frowned, took a few awkward steps, and shook her head. As she pushed the shoes back off her feet, she looked at Stacy. “These will have to dry off too…” “Wanna get some new ones?” Stacy said as she stuffed the socks into a mesh. Hina approached, looking over the clubs. “We can’t waste time on that. It shouldn’t take that long for them to dry,” Hina picked out a club. Stacy raised an eyebrow. “Do you have something against the clubhouse? I don’t like Rebecca either but the footwear can straight-up mess with your stance. You should at least get some better shoes if you’re going to try to-” “Whack!* Hina stood, watching the ball’s brief trip to the green. “I just need a groove, see?” Hina said, putting the club back in the bag and picked up her soaked shoes. There was no ignoring the feeling of grass against the soles of her feet as she walked toward her ball. An unusual feeling, but one Hina could ignore in time. The shoes found themselves next to the torn sweater vest on the golf cart. This time, Rebecca was outright laughing. “Did you really go into the pond for your ball?” Maria rolled her eyes at Rebecca, before looking at the now barefoot brunette. “Hina, dear, why did you do that?” Hina blushed and glanced back at Stacy. “Well, I could see it, and I thought it would be wasteful to use a new one when it was right there.” “Are you even certain that’s your ball?” Rebecca smirked. “There are likely dozens in that pond ever since that buffoon took on a caddy job.” “Rebecca…” Maria leaned towards her, raising an eyebrow. “That really wasn’t necessary Hina. Now you need new shoes.” Hina shook her head, ignoring Rebecca’s quip. “It’s not a big deal, they just need to dry.” She looked at the golf bag and fished out a putter. Again, the grass tickled her feet as she would go to the green and lined up her putt. Fortunately for Hina, while Rebecca had made the green easier, Rebecca’s ball was on the edge. The far more difficult putt gave Hina a chance to limit the damage from hitting the water hazard, and she finished the hole only one stroke behind. As they rode the cart to the next hole, Hina’s eyes drifted low, fixating on her now bared feet. Her toes wiggled before clenching. She shook her head as the little electric motors whined. Once at the next hole, they prepared to take their shots. A thought sat in the back of Hina’s mind. One that tickled her heart and made it flutter. It was a feeling that became more tangible when she felt the grass beneath her. She shook her head and approached the tee. Hina had an important game to win. There was no time for distractions. Somehow, she had to come out ahead. One metallic “whack” later and the ball sailed over the fairway. Hina smiled, resting the club on her shoulder. “Good form, Hina!” Maria clapped and nodded. She smirked at Rebecca, “don’t you agree?” “A well-done swing, where it not for one thing.” THUMP. They all turned, and saw a little cloud of sand from a bunker, about halfway down the fairway. Hina’s shoulders slacked, and her face dropped. Her otherwise perfect shot went straight to the sand bunker. “This hole is a beginner’s trap, something a better caddy would have guided you through,” Rebecca smirked. “It can’t be that bad,” Hina said. “It’s not even a stroke penalty…right?” The brunette said, her cheeks bared a touch of red as she looked at her blonde friend. “Right!” Stacy reached into the bag. “There’s even a club specifically for this!” The two made their way to the dreaded sand trap. As her feet sank into the warm grains, a touch of blush returned to Hina’s face. She shook her head one more time. Rebecca and Maria kept their distance as usual. “Okay… let’s get this ball out of the sand, give me the club you were talking about,” Hina extended her arm. Stacy nodded, handing her friend the sand wedge. “Be sure to get a good angle! I’m sure that buffoon won’t tell you that!” Rebecca called. Hina narrowed her eyebrows as she heard the taunt. She shook her head. The brunette took her stance and swung. Her swing struck the ground, and sand erupted around her. Laughs and giggles danced around her ears as the ball rolled back to its original position. “What? How did…. W-whatever!” Hina shook her head and lined up another attempt. She swung, and the ground coughed another cloud of sand. And yet, the ball remained, unharmed by the newfound aggression. “Grr…” Hina glared at the ball and stomped her foot. “Hina, just relax. I don’t care what she says, you just focus and-” *Whack! Thwack! Thump!* Hina continued swinging. Each swing was fueled by frustration. Abrupt collisions with the ground would send shocks back up her body. And by extension, her outfit. One button of her dress shirt popped, bolting into the sand. As Hina attacked her golf ball, another button burst, and her athletic bra began to peek into the sunlight. Stacy frowned, watching Hina’s frustrations boil over. Then her eyes went wide when she thought she saw some vibrant cyan fabric greet her in the sunlight. “U-um, Hina! You need to calm down!” Finally, a metallic “click” snapped into the air, and the ball sailed back to the fairway. Hina smiled and took a breath. She blushed at her friend. “S-sorry… I guess Rebecca was starting to get to me…” “Um… Hina?” Stacy blushed. The brunette tilted her head. “Yeah?” “You um… have a little problem.” Stacy waved her hand over her own top, before extending an open palm to her friend. Hina glanced down at her own form, and her eyes shot wide. Many of the buttons of her dress shirt scattered in the sand. The sole survivor bound the shirt together at the very bottom, framing Hina’s bust, still contained in her athletic wear. “Ah!” The club fell into the sand as she gripped the opening and wrapped it around herself. “Wh-what the… how?” “I guess you swung too hard…” Stacy rubbed the back of her head. “So… have you changed your mind about the clubhouse?” Hina took a breath, her face feeling hot. The sweater vest wasn’t a huge deal, it didn’t fit right to begin with. She was glad to not have it. Her footwear would eventually dry and be just fine. It felt unusual to be barefoot outside like this, but she could manage. But the dress shirt? Now her sports bra would appear in the open air. The brunette took a breath, holding her shirt shut. “I… it’ll be fine.” Stacy raised an eyebrow. “What? Are you kidding me? Hina, they can see your bra now.” Hina’s eyes sat on the ground for a moment. It was true. Her wardrobe was falling apart as the game progressed. But with every little mistake, blame found its way to Stacy. “I… I can’t let her treat you like that,” Hina admitted. “We have to beat her.” “Hina, if your shirt is going to be flapping around like that, it’ll mess up your swing!” Stacy reasoned as she took the sand wedge from the ground. Hina paused, looking at her dress shirt. She let go, and the white shirt parted, framing her smooth skin and loud cyan top. The brunette took a breath. “Then… I’ll do without it.” She slipped the last button out of the shirt. As the clothing slid over Hina’s shoulders, inch by inch, more skin came into view. Stacy’s head jerked. “It-it’s an athletic bra. I’m sure other girls would golf like this… right?” Hina said as she handed Stacy the shirt. “Hina, they didn’t like your workout clothes,” Stacy said, accepting the damaged clothing. “They’re expecting a certain dress code.” “Th-then that’ll make it sweeter when I beat them this way!” Hina, climbing out of the sand bunker. Now Hina was barefoot, with a pink skirt and a bright blue sports bra out in obvious view. Her deteriorating fashion sense lead her to an awkward stare from Maria and outright laughter from Rebecca. “Goodness gracious, Hina! What happened to the shirt?” Maria tilted her head, trying to keep her eyes away from the obvious. “What did your foolish caddy permit this time?” “I-it’s nobody’s fault,” Hina snapped. “The shirt was… they didn’t secure the buttons on well. I know bad stitching when I see it.” She took a breath. “L-let’s keep going.” Things had grown bad after only a few holes. Hina had gone from fully dressed, to having her snug sports bra exposed to these two upper-class women. How could she expect to school Rebecca on humility when her own outfit had proven itself fragile? What if this continued? “I certainly hope you know when to quit,” Rebecca smirked. “Though I’m sure at any point further than this, the staff will let you know,” she winked and turned towards her ball. Hina grit her teeth but shook her head. She headed toward her own ball, now feeling much more aware of the warm weather gracing her exposed skin. Air glided over her shoulders and midriff as she walked. Arms moved to cradle her chest, despite the athletic bra holding its position. Her skirt reached mid-thigh, allowing air to flow around most of her exposed body. Grass tickled her skin and reminded her just how much she had lost. Stacy caught up to Hina, golf bag over her shoulder. “Hina, it isn’t a big deal,” the blonde whispered, frowning at her friend. “This isn’t the first time someone’s been rude to me at work. You don’t have to try and show her up.” The brunette swallowed and shook her head. “No, no I do. I have to beat her… not just for you but for every other caddy she’s mistreated.” She released a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “If you talk back to her, it’s your job. But if some regular girl like me beats her…” “Hina, I’m sorry, but that is *not* how this is going,” Stacy rubbed the back of her head. “I-I just have to find a groove. That’s all,” Hina smiled through her blush. She selected a club and approached her ball. She lined up her shot and took a breath, glaring at the ball, imagining Rebecca’s head in its place. “Hina, wait,” Stacy held up her hands and approached. The blonde took a deep breath. “If it’s do or die…” She shook her head and smirked. “You need to clear your head. The better golfers I’ve caddied for are really relaxed when they play. It’s a zen kind of thing. Don’t think about her, wipe everything out of your mind, and then swing.” Hina took a breath. “Alright… I’ll try. Thanks.” She smiled and turned her attention to the ball. Just her and that little white sphere, sitting in a little pile of grass. The same grass that tickled her feet. Nature provided a breeze. A tiny sigh slipped from her lips as the warmth fluttered her skirt. As Hina took her stance, she gripped the club. With another metallic click, the ball sailed to the fairway, closer to the green. A larger exhale fell out of Hina as she smiled and looked back at Stacy. “Wow… did I really just do that?” Her focus fell apart as she heard a thump. She turned and saw Rebecca giving herself a light smack on the forehead. Hina looked to the source of the thump and saw a small cloud of sand in the bunker. “She messed up! Hina, this is your chance!” Stacy said, clenching her fists, her eyes twinkling. “Remember, clear your head, don’t let anything distract you, and swing!” Hina nodded. “Right!” She trotted towards her ball, now closer to the green, club in hand. The barely dressed brunette took her stance and closed her eyes. A deep breath in, and a deep breath out. Warm wind kissed her unclothed form once again. Something fluttered around her hips. A distraction. An aimless hand patted around her hips. The breeze picked up again, drowning out a tiny snap. That tight feeling from before vanished. No more silly fluttering against her thighs. Birds chirped, warm sunlight washed over her form, and the breeze hugged her. Another deep breath, and she swung. The ball climbed, before sinking to the ground, mere feet from the hole. Hina smiled again. “Wow, this is really working!” “Um… Hina… why did you-” Stacy started, her cheeks red. “Not now, give me the putter. I gotta keep this going!” Hina said, approaching the golf bag. “But your-” “This one,” Hina hoisted the putter out of the bag. She turned, granting Stacy a rear view of her underwear-clad body. Her panties may have matched the color scheme of her athletic bra, but they were no substitute for proper shorts. “But… but…” Stacy watched as Hina made her way to the hole. She felt her cheeks continue to heat up, her eyes locking on the abandoned skirt. The blonde snatched the pink fabric from the ground. Hina, meanwhile, closed her eyes in her stance. The air on her body was so soothing. It was warm. Her skin felt soft. She felt free. A gentle wave of her arms later and the ball glided into the hole. “Oh my gosh, Stacy, you were right! It’s working!” Hina said, strolling up to the golf bag. “Heh, this is how we should REALLY stick it to Rebecca. Your advice helping me do better!” Stacy blushed and smiled. “Yeah, this is what we gotta do. Um…” She held out her hand, offering Hina some pink cloth. “Here’s your skirt, by the way.” Hina blinked. “…My skirt?” Her eyes lowered to her body, and then they began to widen as her cheeks ignited. Bright blue panties screamed their presence into the vibrant sunlight. They clung to her hips and hugged her perky backside. “Ah!” she gasped, shoving her hands between her legs. She was barely decent with only two items clinging to her body. “W-what the heck happened, how did my skirt come off?” “Y-you took it off when you were going to swing! I tried to warn you but then you just went for the putter,” Stacy said. “I thought her advice was bad, but this?” Rebecca and Maria approached the pair. Two more sets of eyes on her. Hina could do little but blush and try to wrap her arms around herself. At the very least, she hadn’t lost everything. However, she was barely decent by this point. Any further than this, and there would be a true trouble. “Honestly, you can’t do a single thing right,” Rebecca approached Stacy. “Poor Hina here is nearly naked, and you have made things worse every single step of the way. You are an *insult* to our club.” “But I didn’t-” “Tell her a single helpful thing?” Rebecca crossed her arms. “I’m going to call the management right now and get us a proper professional. Your days are done.” “H-hey!” Hina barked. Her face was crimson, and her arms stayed wrapped around her body. Still, she marched between them. “For your information, I played better THANKS to her advice!” “Ladies, ladies, calm ourselves, let’s be civil!” Maria blushed, waving her hands. “If Hina isn’t complaining about Stacy’s work, I see little reason to complain to management.” She cleared her throat and looked at Hina. “Although… you should dress better than that. You’re showing too much for the course… You won’t be able to get a membership if club management sees this.” Hina took a deep breath. “Right… sorry. Stacy is fine, I really did play better with her advice though.” “You played better when she told you to strip?” Rebecca smirked. “Well, that’s not,” Hina started, but paused at the outright laughter that erupted from Rebecca. Hina’s face fell flat. “She didn’t tell me to do that…” “So if you’re not playing better while undressed, you’re merely a pervert?” Rebecca laughed again. “Darling, we don’t allow this sort of golf here.” “How about, Hina, put your skirt back on, and we all just move on to the next hole?” She smiled and clapped her palms. Like Stacy, Maria blushed out of secondhand embarrassment. Hina and Rebecca eyed each other before approaching the golf cart. The brunette took a seat in the back of the cart, and Stacy soon joined. Maria drove the group to the next hole. As they made their way, Stacy held the skirt towards Hina. “Here you go.” Hina gripped the fabric and nodded. “Thanks…” She unfolded the pink fabric, then she paused. Her mind wandered at the moment she swung. An approach shot and a putt. Both had done better than any other attempt at the other holes. The brunette put the skirt down, her heart thumping. Stacy blinked. “Aren’t you gonna redress?” Hina trembled, clenching her toes and pressing her thighs together before she handed Stacy the skirt back. “No… no I don’t think so. I think I can beat her… and it’ll be worse for her if she loses to me like this.” Stacy raised an eyebrow. “I mean… I guess so… but you’re just in your underwear…” “It’s… it’s fine. The skirt was too tight anyway,” Hina gulped. Her cheeks burned. They reached the hole, and the girls began to tee off. It was another shorter course with a few ponds around the green. Maria landed a simple shot on the fairway. Rebecca nearly landed on the green. She smirked, quite pleased with herself. Hina approached, still blushing as she approached the tee in nothing but her underwear. Her face felt hot, and her heart was beating, but if she could relax again… “I suppose I should tell you now,” Rebecca smirked, hanging her club over her shoulders. “I’ve already informed the staff of your caddy’s sub-par work. She’ll be relieved of her duty by the time we’re done,” Rebecca smirked. “…Wait, you already… but I didn’t do anything wrong!” Stacy said, her shoulders slacking. “None of that was my fault! I’m trying my best!” Hina took a breath and looked Rebecca in the eye. Hands balled into fists. “That does it. I’ve had it with how you’ve treated her! She’s a hard-working human being, and more importantly, my best friend!” The brunette picked a club out of the bag. “If joining this club means I have to make someone like her miserable, then I want no part of it!” She dropped the club and reached behind her back. The other three girls’ eyes widened. “Goodness, Hina, what are you doing?” Maria put a hand over her mouth. With a firm tug, Hina pulled her athletic bra over her head and whipped it into the ground. Her full breasts bounced in newfound freedom. The wind washed over them, causing the nipples to tighten. Hina then gripped her panties and shoved them to the grass, baring her smooth backside to the girls. She turned, revealing her equally silky sex to the girls, and gripped her club. “Screw this stupid club and its rules!” Hina marched up to her ball, naked as the day she was born, and swung. The ball soared into the heavens as she dropped the club and marched up to Rebecca. Rebecca, meanwhile, watched the nude girl approach, unable to put words together at that moment. Hina marched until they were face to face. “I don’t want to be in your club! I don’t want to become you! And I don’t care what you think of me!” The three girls remained speechless as Hina started her rant. Maria took only a moment to watch Hina’s ball return from the skies above. She raised an eyebrow and picked up her binoculars. “…There’s no way…” she whispered under her breath. “P-pervert! Lowlife!” Rebecca retorted. “Your wealth is false and you have your fun like an animal!” “Um… ladies… if we could calm down for a moment…” “Oh don’t hurt yourself up on that high horse!” Hina said. “You’ve never worn a work uniform!” “Something really quite amazing has happened… If you would just calm down…” “You’ve no class! You didn’t earn anything you have!” Rebecca barked back. “Oh wow… Hina, you really need to check this out,” said Stacy, as she handed Maria her binoculars. “You’re just scared because some ‘no class lowlife’ was able to keep up with you!” Hina hissed. “Hina…” “I’ll see to it your name isn’t even whispered on this course ever again!” “LADIES!” Maria shouted. Both the nude girl and the upper-class woman paused to look her way. “Sorry for the outburst,” she cleared her throat. “There might be a little problem with making the club forget Hina.” She smiled and blushed. “She… did it.” Hina raised an eyebrow. “Did what?” Rebecca’s blood ran cold. “No…” “She achieved a hole-in-one,” Maria said with a nod. Stacy scribbled on the notecard. “That means Hina won. And ner name gets put on a little plaque in the clubhouse.” “…WHAT!?” Rebecca screeched. Hina jumped at Rebecca’s reaction. “Wait, really? It went in the hole?” She put a hand to her forehead and looked toward the green. “There’s no way!” Rebecca gasped. “You must be joking!” “Well if you don’t believe us, you can take a look yourself,” Stacy said, collecting Hina’s undergarments. “Here Hina, you can put these… back on….?” Stacy looked and saw the naked Hina running down the fairway. Rebecca wasn’t far behind. “Does she… normally do things like this?” Maria said as she approached the golf cart, her cheeks still pink. “Well, she’s always been a good friend,” the blonde noted with a shrug. “I meant… disrobing to make a point…” “Umm…” Stacy scratched the back of her head, eyes wandering the ground. “Oh, I think she realized what happened. Excuse me!” Stacy ran towards the hole. “Impossible, that’s impossible! You didn’t even look when you swung!” Rebecca sat on her knees, her pupils tiny. “Ha! How do you like that?” Hina said standing naked and proud above the hole that contained her ball. Her hands were at hips instead of covering positions as adrenaline flooded her veins. “This ‘no class having, low life, pervert’ just beat you!” The nude brunette gloated. “That’s what you get for treating hard-working people like trash!” Hina strutted with her head in the sky. Once she reached Stacy, she gave a firm nod, “I don’t know about you, but I think I’ve had enough of this place!” Hina smirked. Stacy looked at Rebecca, currently on her knees with an empty stare into space. Then she glanced back at her naked friend. “One sec… there’s something I should do.” Rebecca was still stunned. One swing. One single swing and that freak had cemented her name into the history of the golf course. How could something like that happen? All while she paraded around unclothed like a pervert. “Miss Rebecca?” The upper-class woman creaked her head toward the blonde. She couldn’t form words. Stacy cleared her throat. “This job sucks. I quit!” She swiped her visor off her head, spiked it into the ground, and extended a middle finger at Rebecca. Then she turned and ran to catch up with her friend, giggling like a schoolgirl all the way. A short walk later… “Sorry, Maria… I know we’re neighbors and all, but some exclusive club like this isn’t for me.” Hina said, rubbing the back of her head. “A shame things didn’t work out, but as the saying goes, nothing ventured nothing gained.” Maria blushed and nodded. “Seems to me you might find the dress code a bit… strict.” Hina raised an eyebrow. Then her face froze. A gentle breeze kissed every single inch of her exposed skin. Tiny blades of grass tickled her bare feet. The sun warmed her backside. In a moment of fury, and another moment of gloating, Hina had been completely naked. Maria, Rebecca, and Stacy had all seen her. Anyone else nearby could have seen her. Fire broke out on her cheeks. Her figure started to tremble. “Ah!” She squeaked, wrapping her arms around her chest. Hina pressed her thighs together before lending a hand between her legs. Her chest heaved as her pulse picked up. Adrenaline flooded her veins. The hand between her legs bolted to cover her backside before retreating to her sex. “J-jeeze did I really do that!?” Maria giggled. “I’m afraid so…” “Wh-where is…” Hina panted, making her eyes scan the tee-off area for her undergarments. “D-did you see my… um…” “Stacy collected them if I’m not mistaken…” Maria turned to where the golf cart sat. Or rather, where it used to sit. It was now further in the distance as Stacy drove away. “Oh dear, she must be returning the cart now…” “Stacy!!!” Hina gasped. She glanced at her immediate surroundings. Everything she could wear was on that cart. If she got too far… She clenched her fists and felt a hand on her shoulder. “W-wha?” “Hina, wait,” Maria blushed and smiled. “Here…” She pulled off her own sweater vest and presented it to the nude girl. “You can borrow this.” The better-dressed woman blushed and glanced at the ground. “I’m not sure if it’ll fit better, but it’s something you can work with.” Hina smiled, took the vest, and slid it over her head. “Oh thank you!” She said, trying to tug it down her figure. In truth, the vest squeezed around Hina’s chest more than the original did. It couldn’t approach her hips without her hands pulling it. “I have to check on Rebecca. Good luck, Hina!” “Thank you,” Hina said, blushing. She took a breath and tugged the sweater as low as she could. It was unable to cover anything below her hips. Pulling on the sweater made it squeeze her ample chest. There was no hiding the fact that she was bottomless. The wind whipped around her bare legs as she ran, and the sun lit up her naked backside. Hina knew she would have to reach the locker room. Somehow. She ran as quick as her legs could carry her. Her cheeks still felt hot as she ran. For as long as her mad sprint ran for, Hina soon felt her legs ache. She slowed her run and took cover by a bush. She gasped for breath. Not much further to go. One more good dash and she could reach the locker room entrance. Hina wiped a little sweat from her forehead. A thump pounded her ears. Hina turned her head, seeing a golf ball on the ground near her. Her eyes widened. Someone would come looking for this ball. They would be watching this spot! Hina got on her hands and knees and started crawling under the bush. Leaves tickled, sticks poked, dirt smeared. Hina could see the door to the locker room on the other side. “Okay, so this was a pretty good shot, you can easily work with this,” said a voice. “Just like before, we’re going to line up our feet.” “Like this?” “Hmm… angle a little more this way.” Hina held her breath and closed her eyes. They were behind her. If they looked under the bushes, they would see her undressed half. Although, if she could just turn around, she could keep her bottom half hidden. Then she could pretend to be just looking for her ball! She took a breath and started to turn her body. As Hina turned, she felt tugs on her sweater. Twigs entangled themselves in her precious clothing with every move. “Come one… not now…” she said under her breath. She turned and struggled, feeling the sweater ride up her back. “No no no, wrong way…” “Did you hear something?” Hina froze. There was silence for a moment. Deafening. Did they know? “Probably just a bird. Let’s advance the ball, just like we practiced.” One metal whack later, and the golfer cheered. “Excellent shot, you’re learning fast! Alright, next we’re going to talk about short game. Right this way,” said the instructor. Their voices trailed off. When Hina couldn’t hear them anymore, she exhaled. The brunette wiped a little sweat off her forehead and crawled backward to get out of the bush. The sweater rode up her body even more. It wouldn’t come with her. “Oh come on… I need this… ugh…” She groaned in frustration, and let herself slide out of the sweater, leaves, and twigs ticking her exposed skin all the way. Her heart fluttered as she checked her surroundings before tugging on the vest again. “Come on… come on…!” Hina knelt down and looked for the vest. The bush mangled the sweater. Twigs poked from directions Hina didn’t remember. She shook her head and looked to the clubhouse. With a deep breath, she wrapped her arms around her nakedness and took off. Her feet left the soft grass and found rougher pavement. A more even surface to run on, but the heat kept Hina light on her toes. She pressed on and shoved past the doors into the clubhouse. Crisp air conditioning bit into her skin once again. Hina sighed until a chorus of gasps attacked her ears. Her eyes went wide as other upper-class golfers looked at her. They saw her. Everyone saw the nude girl at the entrance. “Excuse me!” Hina gasped, breaking into a full sprint to the locker room. Awkward stares crawled over her body. She let go of her chest for a brief moment to force the locker room door open. Safe at last, Hina sighed. Other women were in the same locker room, in various states of dress. None were nude like she was, at least not in the open area. Still, after wiping a little more sweat off her forehead, Hina relaxed her guard. A hand pulled a tie from behind her head, letting the ponytail fall apart. Her hair flowed over her shoulders as she made her way to the shower. Other women stared and traded odd glances. Some giggling followed. As Hina let warm water wash over her skin, she let her hands wander her form. She had been naked. Naked outside. Dozens of others saw her. Her heart danced. As she lathered her form, she found warmth between her legs. A burning heat. As she nibbled her lip, she let her thighs squeeze. Pressure felt good. Her warm folds invited a finger, but Hina resisted. Not here. As some memories looped in her mind, Hina knew this wasn’t the place. Even if Hina didn’t care what those snooty rich types thought of her, she couldn’t bring herself to indulge. Instead, she washed, rinsing suds from her soft curves and leaving silky skin in the wake. Hina wasted little time toweling off and redressing. She left the club to some awkward stares. Murmurs about a nude girl getting a hole in one wouldn’t let her cheeks cool off. Her eyes stayed on the carpeting as she rushed out the door. She thumbed her phone for a moment. Soon after, Stacy emerged from the front door, and the duo made their way to Hina’s car. “Rebecca is *still* a wreck right now,” Stacy giggled. “Like it was a total meltdown.” “Aw, did I really miss that?” Hina smiled. “Oh well. Guess we’re done with this place… hey… why did you run off when you had my clothes?” The brunette blushed. Stacy hesitated and rubbed the back of her head. “Well, you turned down every other chance at clothes. By that point, I thought you WANTED to be naked.” There was a long pause, as Stacy checked her bag. “…Did that cause any problems?” “I…” Hina froze. Red returned to her cheeks. She forced her eyes to the car’s mirrors and put the car in reverse. Stacy smirked. “Wait, you’re blushing! You really did want to be naked, didn’t you?” The blonde’s smirk turned into a grin. Hina’s eyes went wide. After checking every direction, the red-faced brunette put the car in drive. “Oh, you should check out this radio station, they always play your jam!” Hina’s hand bolted for the volume knob. The music roared out of the speakers, but despite the raw volume of the high-energy dance songs, Hina could still hear Stacy giggling.

Here's Looking at You byLeeScarlet© Twice, Jocelyn searched Fry's Electronics Warehouse from one end of the store to the other before she finally spied Nate. She would have stormed up to him and demanded to know why he had abandoned her in the major appliance department but something in his expression held her back. He had a faraway look that she had never seen before. He looked like he had fallen into a hypnotic trance. She waited at the end of the aisle for the longest time, watching him stare at racks of blister-packed gadgets. She craned her neck but, from where she stood, she was unable to see what was inside the rows of plastic bubbles. Not wanting to disturb him, she backed partway around the corner and watched him through the space between boxes of disk drives stacked on the end of the shelves. She felt like James Bond trying to catch Dr. No in the act of hatching some evil plan. Eventually he plucked a package from the rack and read the back, studying every word as though he wanted to memorize it. Then he turned the package over and stared through the plastic at the gadget inside, tilting it this way and that to see it from different angles. He looked like he was caught in the throes of a religious epiphany. Saul struck blind on the road to Damascus. Except that he was staring as no blind man ever would. She glanced down and was shocked to see a bulge at his crotch. Something seriously weird was happening here. Looking at electronics was giving her husband an erection. When he replaced the package, he glanced furtively around, but he must not have noticed her peeking between the shelves, twenty feet away, because he picked up a different package and began reading that one. She wondered how long it would take him to read every package on the display. Her feet were growing tired and her patience wearing thin. It must have been twenty minutes before he finally wandered off, fortunately in the other direction, presumably to find her and tell her that he was ready to go home. Before she revealed herself, she had to find out what had held her husband's attention for so long. And, more significantly, what had given him that hard-on. When she was standing on the spot recently ceded by Nate and looking at the gadgets that had been so attractive to him, she was astounded. He had been looking at racks of miniature video cameras. Tiny cameras with lenses the size of nail heads. Battery operated cameras. Cameras that could be mounted anywhere and send videos wirelessly to be recorded on nearby computers. James Bond indeed. This was Q's treasure trove. What would her Nate want to record with these tiny spy cameras? They didn't have children so they didn't have a babysitter to watch. They lived in a low crime cul-de-sac with no vandalism to speak of. He was an accountant with an office in a small building that he shared with several other accountants, all men, so he had no female colleagues to spy on. She was certain that he was faithful to her, so he had no mistress to drool over. That left only one significant person in his life for him to spy on. She thought about his erection. She had never seen him sexually aroused in a public place before. He was not only dedicated to maintaining a flawless conservative image; he was an actual, dyed-in-the-wool conservative from his premature baldpate to the soles of his orthopedic shoes. She would not have believed that he could get an erection in a public place if she had not seen it with her own eyes. A man like him didn't get a stiffie like that in a place like this unless he was gripped by a sexual fantasy that thrilled him to his very core. And, if he was that enthralled by his fantasy, he was going to do something about it. When she caught up to him, she said nothing about the cameras, only suggested that it was time to go home. But she could not stop thinking about what she had seen. She mulled it over all night. This was her husband. She had lived with the man for more than five years. She knew everything about him. She knew that he liked ketchup on his eggs but never used it when other people were around because he was afraid that it looked low class. She knew that he played video games with the sound off when he woke up in the middle of the night. She knew that he liked to look at her when she was getting ready for bed, even on the nights when they weren't going to make love. How could she not know that he was a pervert? A would-be voyeur. * * * On Saturday afternoon, Nate told her that he had some errands to run and went out for more than two hours. He didn't say where he was going nor did he invite her along. She was sure that he was going back to Fry's to buy a miniature camera. Or maybe a bunch of them. They didn't cost that much. She sat in the rocking chair by the picture window with a bestseller in her hands and watched for him to return. When he did, he didn't park in the driveway but drove the car into the garage, out of sight, as though winter had arrived in September. Was he pulling a bag of goodies out of the trunk and stashing them somewhere out there? Or had he left them in the car, intending to retrieve them tonight after she went to bed? "Where've you been?" she asked when he came into the house. She tried to make it sound like casual question, his answer of no special import to her. "Oh. Looking for a new winter coat," he said. To her ear, he sounded like he was forcing himself to sound as casual as her, but less successfully. "Find one?" "No. It's too early in the season. I'll look again when it gets closer to Christmas. Maybe there'll be some sales." * * * On Sunday, she had to get groceries. She invited him along, as always. Often he came with her -- he was a prince -- but this time he said that he was too tired and wanted to stay home. She didn't know why he would be tired. He'd slept in and had done nothing but read the paper since getting dressed at ten. As she was squeezing tomatoes and hefting potatoes, she imagined Nate at home, crawling around the bedroom and the bathroom, drilling tiny holes in the walls, putting miniature cameras in secret places, their lenses glittering darkly as they began waiting to catch a glimpse of her unawares. Her heart felt cold and she felt sick in her gut when she thought about it. But that cold heart pounded hard and hot in her chest. * * * Jocelyn was a freelance graphic designer. She spent most of her days at home, sitting in front of her computer, standing at her easel, or hunched over her drafting table, working with mouse, pencils, and brushes. On Monday, she acted the same as on any other day. But, beneath her calm outward appearance, her mind was seething in turmoil. She usually awoke after Nate was dressed and never got out of bed until she heard him start his car. Their house was small and there was no reason for her to get up and get in his way while he was trying to shower and shave and grab a cup of coffee. Monday morning when she woke up, her first impulse was to try to guess where the cameras might be hidden. She didn't want to be seen searching, so she looked around casually as she swung her feet to the floor. Was that a glint of glass in the cold air register? Had the books on the bookshelf been re-arranged? Did the pupil of the woman in the Lempicka print look a little too realistic today? Was there a fresh shadow against the shade of the light fixture? She wanted desperately to rush about the room and tear it to pieces, looking for the damned cameras. But she dared not do it. If she were right about the cameras, then Nate would have videos of her ripping her house apart like a madwoman. To what end? So that she could hold the thing up in his face and tell him that he was a despicable sneak. If he didn't divorce her then, to preserve her self-respect, she would have to divorce him. She didn't want to have to start looking for a new husband all over again. Divorce would mean throwing away all the years that she had been with Nate. A year and a half of dating and more than five years of marriage. She had no desire to begin from scratch. Not at the age of twenty-seven. And if she searched the house for hidden cameras and didn't find them? What would that tell her? Either that they were hidden too cleverly for her not-mechanically-oriented mind or that she had falsely suspected her husband of being a despicable sneak. That would tell her more about herself that she wanted to know. Instead, she told herself that she was being silly. She had been mistaken about what she thought she saw in Fry's. Nate had been curious about a technological toy but had no interest in spying on her. He could see her naked for the asking. Why would he care to look at glimpses of her on a grainy, ill-focused video screen? She chided herself, laughed at herself, told herself to get a grip. But on Monday morning, she took her clothes into the bathroom, showered as quickly as possible, then got dressed before coming back into the bedroom -- hoping that the cameras were installed only in the bedroom and not in the bathroom. The bathroom would be too intimate to contemplate. She spent all day trying to draw an illustration of a cute puppy sniffing a sausage that had fallen on the ground but she failed. She should have been able to whip up a trite illustration like that in an hour at the most but she simply couldn't get it right. Every time she tried to fix the puppy image in her mind, it was crowded out by images of herself being recorded on a computer hidden in some dark closet. Did the computer have to be nearby? She remembered some of the packages in the store saying that their cameras were "internet ready". They did not have to be connected to a computer at all. They could be directly attached to the Internet. She wasted two hours on the web, researching such cameras and studying the technical descriptions. From what she could understand, Nate could be sitting in his office right now, watching every move she made. She ruined yet another illustration, drawing a puppy that looked a lot like a slobbering wolf about to devour a severed human appendage. There was nothing cute about that. When Nate came home, expecting dinner, he found take-out pizza on the table. Jocelyn had not been able to bring herself to cook, fearing that there might be cameras installed in the kitchen, recording every potato she peeled, waiting in hope that she would be the tomato that got peeled next. * * * On Tuesday she decided to do a little housework. While she was tidying up and dusting, she kept looking for the glitter of little lenses but found nothing. When she vacuumed, she examined the floor for sawdust or plaster dust -- evidence that holes had been drilled in walls. She found nothing. The floor was suspiciously clean. It had been a while since she had vacuumed. Shouldn't there be more dust in the corners? Nate must have cleaned up after himself when he installed the cameras. He was clever. * * * By the end of the week, she was at her wit's end. She tried to ignore the possibility that there were video cameras hidden in her house. She told herself that Nate had no interest in spying on her. She told herself that if he did want to spy on someone, he would choose someone else, not his own wife. She told herself that it didn't matter if he was watching her because she wasn't doing anything interesting. But none of that solved her problem. The mere suggestion that there might be cameras made her conscious of every move she made. Every time she felt warm and loosened a button on her blouse she wondered if Nate were recording that act. Every time she bent over to pick a piece of charcoal that she dropped on the floor, she wondered if her butt looked too big on the screen. She had never been so conscious of her breasts as when she stretched the kinks out of her back after leaning over her drafting table for a couple of hours. She couldn't live like this. She began thinking seriously about a divorce. That dreadful possibility creeps into every married person's mind on occasion and is usually banished with a little common sense. Not this time. This time Jocelyn could not stop thinking that telling Nate to leave, talking to a lawyer, splitting their meager assets, and living on her own again would be less painful than spending every minute of every day thinking about Nate's betrayal of the sanctity of their home. Every minute of the day? Yes. Every minute. Some of the cameras advertised on Fry's web site worked in the dark, using infrared light. Even in the middle of the night when she was fast asleep, her snores might be recorded by some evil electronic eye. * * * On the following Sunday, she went out on her weekly grocery run, as was her habit. Once again she asked Nate if he cared to come along. For the second week in a row, he declined. She drove down the block, parked around the nearest corner, and then walked back to the house. She turned the key slowly and silently in the lock and let herself back in. She caught Nate lying on the couch, reading a Scott Turow novel. "Oh," he said, arching an eyebrow. "That was quick." "Yeah. I... I forgot some coupons. They were in the paper this morning." "I didn't know that you saved coupons." "I don't. I... I thought I'd try them out for once. You know. We're saving for a bigger house and every little bit counts." "Okay. Well, let me know if they work out for you. I can keep my eye open for good ones, too, if you think it's a good idea." "I'll let you know." As she walked back to her car, she wondered if he had a video on his computer that showed her not clipping coupons as she read the morning paper. She didn't give a damn if he did. * * * As the beginning of the second week after the Fry's Revelation, she started rehearsing the speech that she would give Nate when she told him that she wanted a divorce. Not out loud, of course. If he had cameras with microphones hidden in the house, she didn't want him to hear her speech before she had a chance to ambush him with it. In her first draft, she was going to say that she loved him but couldn't live with the uncertainty about being watched all the time. Then she realized that, if she couldn't point out the cameras, he would simply deny watching her. In her second draft, she was going to say that she loved him but felt betrayed by him. He wanted to spy on her. It didn't matter whether the cameras were real or figments of her imagination. His interest in them was real, his erection in Fry's had been real, and he had never spoken to her about it. That was closer to the truth. But he would simply say that he had never mentioned it because she had never asked him about it. He would have told her whatever she wanted to hear if only she had asked. Finally, she admitted to herself that the real problem was that she did not know if she loved him at all. He might have betrayed her and she could not love a man who would be capable of betraying her. They were supposed to be exclusive partners for life, especially in matters sexual. Yet here was a big chunk of his life that he had withheld from her. When she had composed the right speech in her mind, she began to cry. She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to kick Nate to the curb and bring a divorce lawyer into her life. No matter what she told herself, she still loved him. But she had no alternative. She couldn't live like this. Live like what? Being watched? Or being afraid of being watched? Or hating that her husband might be watching her against her will? She gave Nate sex. That was what made her a wife and not merely a roommate. If, to Nate, spying on a woman was part of sex then what was her obligation? She took pen and paper in hand and began writing. I, Jocelyn Svenson, hereby give Nate Svenson unlimited permission to make audio and video recordings of me, at any time using any equipment that he may choose, with or without my knowledge, for as long as we are married to each other. Furthermore, I give Nate Svenson permission to store, use, or publish such recordings in any way that he desires; this permission to be withdrawn and any such publication cease upon termination of our marriage. She signed it with her full name and date. Then she put the document in a sealed envelope and wrote Nate's name and business address on the outside. She had grave reservations about the second paragraph of her release. She did not want to be an Internet porn star. But she couldn't say why not. No one who mattered to her looked at porn on the Internet. Certainly not her mother or sisters. And if someone that she knew did look at porn, what would he do if he saw her? Admit that he cruised Internet porn sites? Maybe in some social circles, a man could admit that. Maybe members of outlaw motorcycle gangs or Hollywood movie producers could brag about their porn habit, but no friend or relative of hers would dare make such a confession. If someone did make some sly comment, she would deny knowing what he was talking about. It was obvious that she would never appear in a porn video. She couldn't imagine doing a thing like that. He must have seen someone who looked like her. So she left the second paragraph intact, telling herself that if she were going to do this thing, she was going to do it all the way. Her heart was pounding as she slid the envelope into the corner mailbox. As soon as it disappeared into the maw of the postal service, she began to regret her decision. But done was done and there was no undoing it now. She couldn't tell Nate that she'd changed her mind. To have acknowledged that she knew he wanted to spy on her was hard enough. To revoke her permission and tell him that he couldn't do spy on her after all would be worse than having done nothing. By giving Nate freedom to do what he wished, she had given him the full responsibility for what happened. He was a responsible person in all other matters. She had to trust that he would act reasonably about this one as well. * * * Nothing changed for the next ten days. She and Nate went on with their lives. Neither mentioned the written release that she had sent to him. He did not start carrying cameras around. No lights and photographic equipment magically appeared, pointing at their bed. She began to wonder if he had received her mail at all. She had put no return address on it. Maybe it was sitting in the dead letter office somewhere in the bowels of the postal service. She struggled to remember if she had written his full office address on it. Had she left off the zip code? Had she forgotten the street name? Had she transposed some critical numbers or misspelled some critical word? Maybe her subconscious mind had intervened and rescued her by forcing her to write something different than she had thought. That changed two weeks after she sent the letter. She got out of bed when she heard Nate's car drive away and, as was her habit, went to her vanity to get her clothes for the day. Every evening, she laid out her clothes because she didn't want to have to make any decisions in the morning before she got her first cup of coffee; and because she knew that if she didn't lay out her clothes, she might not get dressed before she started work. Then she was likely to spend the whole day in her cozy flannel pajamas and that would make her feel slovenly. She would hate to feel slovenly. Today, though, she had a shock. While she was asleep, Nate had been an evil little elf. He had put her blue jeans and green sweatshirt back in her closet. He had replaced them with a bustier, thong, garter belt, and stockings -- all black -- and, to top it off, so to speak, her black leather pumps with a medium heel. She blushed scarlet. Now there was no doubt in her mind that her house was infested with video bugs. The only reason for Nate to care what she wore while he was at work was if he was watching her on his computer. This was his way of telling her that he accepted her offer to allow herself to be watched with hidden cameras. It was too late to ask herself if she could do this because that was a useless question. She had made the offer. She had no choice but to prove her sincerity. She stripped off her pajamas and walked to the bathroom to shower. On days when she worked at home, she never wore makeup. But today was a day like no other day. After she dried and styled her hair, she made up her face. Smokey eyelids. Red, red lips. All the mascara that her lashes could hold. Blush so artful that she looked as healthy as a kitten. She put a sensuous sway into her hips as she slunk back into the bedroom, crossing her ankles like a model on the catwalk. Thong first, then garter belt. She put each foot on the vanity bench in turn, pulling and smoothing the stockings over her calves, knees, and thighs with long, graceful strokes of her palms, feeling her muscle and skin tense and flow beneath her hands. Only when the stocking was perfectly positioned did she snap it to the garter straps. She felt like a pretty thing. Finally, she fastened the bustier around her chest. She had to thrust her breasts out to overflow the cups when she reached behind to adjust and tighten the laces that criss-crossed up the back. When she finished dressing, she felt more naked than when she had been fully nude. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror. The costume emphasized her bare shoulders, the patch of round belly between the bustier and the thong, the naked buttocks, and most of all, her smooth upper thighs above the stocking tops. That bit of naked thigh invited, nay, begged a man to part them and slide his hips between them. She had always been told that she was a pretty girl but this time the mirror confirmed that she was not only pretty, she was sexy. She parted her legs to put her hands on the inner surface of those milky white thighs and slide her fingers up until she was cupping her sex where it was so inadequately covered by the black patch of thong. It felt good. Unexpectedly good. She hoped that there was a camera watching her. She rubbed herself through the satin and hoped that somewhere, Nate was getting as hard as oak heart and as frustrated as hell. She closed her eyes, moaned like a pussycat in heat for a few moments, before going downstairs and to begin working for the day. Her current contract asked for a series of nature illustrations that would add interest to a fashion layout for a local mall catalog. She had never before drawn such sensuous curves. Leaves swelled like breasts. Flowers opened like lips. Birds stared like lustful satyrs. She felt inspired. She drew actual nymphs and satyrs frolicking among the foliage, almost completely hidden, only suggested by a hand here, a hairy hoof and bare foot there, and a glimpse of part of a face above. She had thought that she was giving Nate a free hand when she released him from legal liability, but it was her own base, creative spirit that was liberated now. She didn't know if her client, the Woodland Mall, would approve of her sly hints of erotic content, but she left them all there. If the client didn't like it, she had plenty time to revise the illustrations before her deadline. When it grew close to the time for Nate to return for supper, she went back to the bedroom and changed into the jeans and sweatshirt that she had originally intended to wear today. She would reserve her exotic spy-wear for his secret spyware and keep their married life mundane. During supper and afterward, both she and Nate acted like nothing unusual had happened during the day. They cleaned up the dishes and watched a little television. Most nights, he went to bed an hour before her because he got up an hour earlier. Tonight, before he went to the bedroom, he asked her if she would come to bed soon. She said that she would. He made love to her with a passion that she had not experienced since their honeymoon. She reciprocated in kind. The combination of his desperate eagerness for her body and her displaying herself sexually for hours produced a faster, more intense climax than she had ever had. She now knew why women talking about the earth moving. That night, she and Nate almost knocked it out of orbit. As she drifted off to sleep, she mused that forfeiting her privacy might be worth it. Almost. * * * The next day, and for some days after that, she found her jeans and sweat shirts laid out on her vanity just as she had left them. The Woodland Mall clients loved her reclusive nymphs and satyrs. So did their customers. She heard that people were spending hours trying to find every dryad, oread, and niaiad in the catalog. It became a kind of a vaguely erotic, adult Where's Waldo?. The mall clients began discussing a longer-term contract, which included consulting on a new interior design. She began researching the mythology of nymphs, both in ancient folklore and in modern consciousness. The motif was ripe with potential. She kept Nate abreast of her schedule, making certain that he knew which days she had meetings with clients and which days she was working by herself at home. She was curious to see if he would try to dictate erotic clothing on days when she had meetings outside the house. If he did, she would ignore him. She had worked too hard to build her business for too long. She would not allow her husband's sex fantasies to interfere with her professional life. He must have sensed that because he never tried anything on days when she was working outside the home. Or maybe he had no interest in what she wore when she was out of sight of his hidden cameras. * * * On Wednesday, she got out of bed and found a red baby-doll negligee with red lace panties and fluffy red mules. She had her marching orders. To her mind, though this outfit was more revealing than the black bustier and stockings, it was no more erotic. But she liked it. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she could see her nipples through the sheer silk cups. They were erect. The uninterrupted length of her naked legs made them look longer and more shapely than ever before. When she turned she could see how the lace panties drew the eye around the swell of her ass, making her hips look round and inviting. She didn't know where the cameras were hidden so she posed in several places around the room for a few minutes before going to the spare room that served as her studio. Wearing the red baby-doll while she worked felt different than wearing the black bustier. The bustier had made her feel strong and confident, like she should be throwing on an evening dress and going out clubbing. The baby-doll made her feel young and vulnerable, like she should be crawling into bed with her man. After lunch, she was seized with a wicked impulse. In the bedroom, she removed her lace panties and baby-doll and tossed them onto the bed. Naked in the bathroom, she drew a sink of warm water. She fetched her razor and shaving cream from the shower stall, then sat on the edge of the counter and spread her legs. She had no idea if there were cameras positioned in the bathroom or if they could see her when she was looking away from the sink but she hoped so. This would be a show worth recording. She worked the white lather into her pubic patch with slow caresses, then drew the razor across the foamy skin again and again, working her way down from her bikini line to the top of her nether lips. When her mons was as naked as a babe's, she leaned as far forward as she could, spread her legs as wide as possible, and shaved the tender skin from her topmost, innermost thigh over her outer lips, making certain that not a single hair remained. She used a warm washcloth to wipe away any remaining spots of shaving cream and then patted herself dry with her fluffiest hand towel. Her cunt had never been so visible. She had nothing to hide it and did not intend to avail herself of the red lace panties again today. She put the baby-doll back on, slipped her feet back into the mules and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked perfect. Her breasts were full and her nipples dark pink inside the transparent cups of the negligee. Her naked sex peeped out of the bottom, slightly obscured by the narrow lace hem when she stood still and fully revealed when movement made the red lace flutter away from her body. The result was that the pink slit between her legs was never fully hidden and often fully revealed. She returned to her studio and finished her work for the day before changing back into her jeans and sweatshirt to prepare dinner. Once again, Nate returned home, ate dinner, and watched TV without saying a word about what he might have seen of her day's activities. Even when she undressed in front of him to reveal her newly shaved pussy, he made no comment. But, once again, he made love to her with more passion than she thought that he had at his command. That uncharacteristic passion, more than anything else, confirmed that he was spying on her when she was alone during the day. * * * A full week passed without anything unusual happening. She kept her crotch shaved but did not make an exhibition out of it. It quickly became part of her regular routine, the same as shaving her legs and armpits. Then, on a Thursday morning, Jocelyn got out of bed to find that her jeans and sweatshirt had been replaced once more. When she sorted out the scraps of hot pink cloth, she was holding a bikini. Regulation swimwear. Not a thong or microkini or any other exotic variant, not even the minimal excuse for a bikini popularized in Brazil, but an actual, functional piece of beachwear that fully covered all of the important parts of her anatomy, top and bottom. Whatever floats Nate's boat, she thought and dutifully dressed in the bathing suit. She looked good in the full-length mirror. The intense pink made her pale skin look as white and flawless as marble. Her eye was inexorably drawn to her full breasts and plump crotch. She had no need of a bikini trim. With her pussy completely shaved, there was no chance of a stray hair marring her appearance. Her work was going well. She had begun drawing cartoons for the murals that would decorate the Woodland Mall during the all-important Christmas retail season. They had given her a free hand. She eschewed the usual overt references to Christmas. Instead, she kept the pagan underpinnings of the winter solstice festival in the forefront of her mind. She imagined savage Bacchanalian revelries taking place almost out of sight, drawing an imperfect screen of foliage that gave tantalizing glimpses of wild orgies. Enough to stimulate the deep, primeval parts of the brain but never enough for the viewer to say consciously what he was seeing. Was this a branch or the shaft of a phallus? Was that the lower curve of a naked breast or part of a rocky outcropping? Was the thing over there a wild orchid or an inviting vulva? She never told the clients what her illustrations represented. She merely presented a series of studies for the murals without commenting on them. They raved about her sense of curve and shade and urged her to draw more. She billed them liberally and threw herself into the task. That was what she was doing at two o'clock when the doorbell rang. Jocelyn jumped at the sound. What the hell? She was not expecting anyone but that meant nothing. Sometimes, people came to the door uninvited -- Jehovah's Witnesses, neighbors wanting a favor, people begging for charitable donations. Not many sales people. More often, parcel deliveries because she occasionally got artwork or samples of catalog products from clients. She would have rushed to the bedroom and thrown on a sweat suit but reasoned that whoever was at the door would be gone by the time she got back. She peeked out the window through the curtains. Her heart started pounding. A young man was standing on the stoop holding a large flower arrangement. The situation was clear. Nate had ordered flowers and expected her to answer the door in her bikini. That was why he had given her clothing today that was decent. Barely. What was going to happen when she opened the door? Was the deliveryman going to think that she was deliberately enticing him and try to take liberties? Invite himself in? Had Nate given the man special delivery instructions? No. She had limits. She watched through the curtains, until the deliveryman stopped waiting, set the floral arrangement on the stoop and left. It took longer than she expected. When the street was clear, she opened the door and brought the arrangement inside. She had meant exactly what she had said in her original written agreement with Nate -- no more and no less. She shed the bikini, dressed in her favorite sweat suit, sat at her desk and wrote a letter to Nate: I have never agreed to exhibit myself in person to any one but you. Do not put me in such a situation again or our existing agreement regarding photography and video recordings will be rendered null and void. She signed the note, put it in an envelope addressed to Nate at his office and mailed it immediately. When he came home, he made no comment about the flower arrangement that was sitting prominently on the dining room table nor about her failure to answer the door. They made love that night, but it was nothing special. He would have received her note in the next couple of days, but he made no comment about that, either. * * * Nothing happened for the next two weeks. Jocelyn was amazed to find that she was becoming impatient waiting for Nate to do something. She found herself getting up and checking her clothing with eager anticipation, hoping that she would find something special. And being deeply disappointed when she found her jeans and sweatshirt waiting, exactly as she had laid them out, morning after morning. After a full fourteen days, she had to admit to herself that she had found a certain perverse enjoyment in performing for the hidden cameras. She was an independent woman. It was time to show some initiative. She spent the morning working as usual. At lunchtime, she went grocery shopping. As soon as she came home, she deposited her groceries on the kitchen table, then went to the bedroom with her special new purchase. She stripped off all her clothing, including her underwear, and put on a red checked gingham bib apron and red high heels with open toes. She returned to the kitchen and baked two apple pies. When she rolled out the dough, she bent far over the table, sticking her naked ass out and letting the bib fall away from her breasts. They swung freely back and forth as she rolled the pin across the raw crust with exceptional vigor, first one way and then the other. Before she peeled the apples, she polished each one on the bib of her apron, pushing her breasts around, forcing them to peek out the top and sides. When she sliced the apples and put them into the crust, she kissed some of the slices, slowly and deeply, almost fellating them. For each pie, she took the last slice, raised her apron, spread her legs, rolled her pelvis as far upward as possible, and rubbed it the length of her slit, wetting it with her womanly juices. Then she pushed it all the way inside herself before taking it back out and laying it on top of the other pieces. These pies were made with love like no other pie Nate would ever be served. After the pies were baked and cooling, she prepared the main meal. She untied the bib of the apron and let it fall forward, freeing her breasts from their grossly inadequate concealment. She spread a liberal coating of olive oil over them, salted and peppered herself, and pressed mashed garlic on them. She took the small rib roast that she had purchased and rubbed it over her chest, squeezing her breasts with the meat, coating every side of the roast with the spiced oil. To be certain that it was properly prepared, she poured more oil on each breast and rubbed the roast over them again. Next, each of a dozen new carrots was peeled, trimmed, and used as a dildo before it was put in a pot to boil. Each piece of potato was given similar treatment before being put into another pot to be boiled and mashed. This was the first time that Jocelyn had done anything overtly sexual for the hidden cameras. Until now, she had been no more than a Victoria's Secret Angel. Now she was making herself a porn star. That was more than Nate could do to her. It was something that she had to do to herself. She felt wicked. Wicked felt good. When everything was cooking, she went back to the bathroom to shower and dress in her jeans and tee shirt for dinner. She neglected to wear a bra. When Nate came home, he fell onto the meal with a ravenous appetite, taking generous second helpings of everything. Then he took her to bed and gave her a wonderful reward for her efforts. She fell asleep immediately afterward. When she got up the next morning, the dishes were done, the kitchen was spotless, and Nate was gone to work. * * * She cooked again on Saturday, but, this time, did not marinate the vegetables with her bodily fluids. Nate and she were having dinner guests. Kate and Frank were good friends, not their closest friends, but people that they had known and whose company they had enjoyed for some years. Except for meetings with clients every few weeks, Jocelyn's work was solitary. Nate had daily meetings with clients, but no close colleagues. Both needed a social life to have enough meaningful human contact so they were careful to nurture their relationships with their friends. When Jocelyn had invited Kate and her husband for dinner and Kate had mentioned that her cousin, Kelly was staying with them for a couple of weeks, she had naturally told Kate to bring Kelly along. Kelly turned out to be a man, ten years older than the rest of them. He tried hard to be friendly. Maybe a little too hard to be a little too friendly, especially to Jocelyn. Over the main course of salmon, asparagus with orange sauce, and rice soubise, he praised her cooking more than it deserved, spent more time looking at her than at the rest of the company combined, and too often let his eyes stray down to her chest and linger there for too long. She was wearing a pink sweater, not so tight as to be worthy of comment, but fitted well enough that he could easily assess the size and shape of her breasts, which were held in a natural position by a properly fitted bra. Kelly toasted the chef three times, which was two times too many. Somehow, he could not restrain himself from toasting her every time he refilled his glass with the Riesling that she had served to accompany the fish. She told herself that he was nervous about being the stranger at the table and was overcompensating. But he didn't look nervous, he looked interested. Interested in her, even though her husband was sitting at the other end of the table, watching every move that he made and listening to every word that he said. As he was starting on his fourth glass of wine, now the German gewürztraminer that Kate had brought as a hostess gift, he said, "Nate is a lucky man to be married to such a delicious cook." He was looking at her as he raised his glass. She did not consider this to be a toast and did not raise her own but replied, "I'm sure that he appreciates his luck." She smiled at her husband and he smiled back. There was something in Nate's smile that she found difficult to interpret. A touch of the Mona Lisa. She looked back to Kelly. "You're not married?" There was no ring on his finger, but that was not definitive. He followed her glance to his naked left hand and said, "I've not been so lucky." Then he laughed and looked at his cousin's husband. "Or maybe I've been lucky enough to have remained single." Frank flushed slightly and Kate wondered what Kelly might have witnessed while staying with his cousin and her husband. Kelly continued speaking. "I've had my share of close calls, mind you. Most recently there was a girl who was a real wild cat. I never had a dull moment with Cherise. She gave me some ride, let me tell you, but I got off before the fare came due. You wouldn't believe the things she--" "So, Nate," Frank interrupted, "what about those Yanks, eh? You think they're going to win the pennant this year or what?" Kelly got the hint and shut up but he didn't look happy about it. He looked like he really wanted to tell Jocelyn about all the wild things that his last girlfriend had done for him. Sports talk sustained the conversation until the main course was finished. Kelly must not follow sports because he had little to contribute. When Jocelyn rose to clear the table for dessert, Kelly sprang to his feet and began helping her collect the dirty dishes. She was surprised because Kelly didn't seem like the kind of guy who would pitch in, especially to do "women's work" but she didn't object. In the kitchen, while she was putting the dishes in the dishwasher, Kelly said, "When Kate introduced us, you seemed familiar to me. I feel like I know you already. But I don't know where I might have seen you." Jocelyn felt herself flush as she bent over the dishwasher. Kelly seemed like the kind of guy who would look at a lot of porn on the Internet. If Nate were posting videos of her, Kelly might have seen her. Bare ass naked. Pushing carrots into herself. She didn't dare answer for fear that her voice would crack. "You didn't go to high school in Indianapolis, did you?" "No," she forced herself to say. "I've never been in Indiana." "I didn't think so. I don't get a high school vibe from you. What do you do?" If he was hoping that she would say that she was an actress in amateur porn videos, he must have been disappointed when she said, "I'm a graphic artist. Mostly I sit in my studio all day and draw illustrations for catalogs." But as soon as she said the words, she feared that she had said too much. If Nate were secretly recording her and posting videos on the Internet, then those videos would mostly show her sitting on her stool drawing because that's what she did all day. Kelly might recognize the scenario and remember where he had seen her. And how she had been dressed. Apparently, he did not because he said, "Nope. I've never had any business with any graphic artists." She sighed in relief. That had been a near miss. "I guess I just have a common appearance. I look like a lot of people. Some people say that I look a little like Anne Hathaway." He looked at her face for a long moment, then said, "Nope. I don't see that. You look a lot better than her. Nope. I'd think that if I'd seen you, I'd remember where. You're not the kind of woman that I'd forget." "Thanks." She had cooked a pumpkin pie from fresh pumpkins -- no canned pie filling for her guests -- and had to whip up the cream -- no cream from aerosol cans, either. When she set the cream to whipping, Kelly changed the subject. "I love whipped cream," he said, putting his head close to her to peer into the bowl. "I used to like it all right, but when I was with Cherise, I learned to love it. You should have seen what she did when she had a big bowl of the stuff. She gave me a real incentive to lick up every drop that she served, if you know what I mean." Jocelyn knew that she should be offended by Kelly's racy innuendo, and the pre-spycam Jocelyn would have been, but the post-spycam Jocelyn was intrigued. She made a mental note to cover herself in whipped cream for the benefit of Nate's cameras some day soon. Instead of telling Kelly to get a grip on himself, she shocked herself by saying, "Maybe some time I'll give my husband an extra special dessert." Kelly grinned. "I bet he'd like that a lot." "He already likes whipped cream." "He'll learn to love it." He leered at her. "He won't even mind the occasional hair." "Oh, that's no problem," she said casually. "I've already taken care of that. There's no risk of him finding a single hair in his whipped cream." Kelly could not help but look down at her crotch, trying to imagine what was hidden beneath her skirt. His eyes were almost bugging from his head. His predictable reaction made her feel powerful. She could jerk him around like a marionette. She halted the beaters, scooped a dollop of half-whipped cream out of the bowl and licked it off slowly off her finger. He licked hit own lips absently as he watched every movement of her finger, lips, and tongue. "That's about as sweet as it should be," she said. He nodded in silent agreement. She almost laughed at him as she turned the beaters back on. "Why don't you join the others in the dining room? I can bring the coffee and pie out myself when it's ready." He looked like he was going to object, then grinned and said, "Some other time, then," and left her alone in the kitchen. She wondered what he thought was likely to happen some other time. She grinned at the thought occurred to her. Some day, Kelly might be looking for some amateur porn on the Internet and find a video of himself leering at her as she licked her finger. If he did, he would likely remember where he had seen her. Kelly called the next day. And the day after that. Both times, Jocelyn assured him that she was faithful to her husband and he would have no hope of ever getting into her pants. Ever. She was surprised that he did not phone a third time. She expected hope to spring eternal in a horny man's breast and was ready to threaten him with a restraining order if he didn't stop calling. A couple of weeks later, when Kate reciprocated with a dinner invitation of her own, Jocelyn asked after Kelly, idly curious. Kate said that her cousin had decided to cut his vacation short and return home much earlier than expected. Only the two couples would be dining together this week. Recalling the tension between Frank and Kelly at her dinner, Jocelyn suspected that she was not the main reason for his unexpected early return to Indianapolis. That was the only time that she ever spoke to anyone that she suspected might have seen her videos on the Internet. She doubted that Kelly had, really, either. He had seemed genuinely surprised when she had indicated that her pussy was shaved. But she was warmed by the thought that she might have fans like Kate's cousin. Distant, anonymous fans who would never see her in real life. * * * Thereafter, if Nate did not provide special clothing sometime during the week, Jocelyn took one of the previous outfits from her special drawer to wear for a few hours. As Nate gave her a more extensive wardrobe of exotic clothing, she could mix and match items, sometimes wearing red lace underwear with black stockings and garter belt, for example, or the pink bikini bottom with a leather halter-top. Sometimes she wore regular clothes differently, like wearing jeans but leaving her torso naked or wearing nothing but a long tee shirt that was certain to creep past her crotch whenever she sat down or reached over her head. On those days, Nate never failed to make love to her with special enthusiasm when he came home. She enjoyed her lace and skin days more than she would have guessed. They added interest to what was otherwise a fairly boring occupation. Her new mindset continued to add a naughty spice to her work. Now that her designs had been turned into actual murals, the Woodland Mall clients were ecstatic about them. Not only had the city paper published a laudatory article about the mall in the Arts section, attendance was up, both compared to last year and compared to other malls in the city this year. Important people were talking about her talent. Potential new clients were contacting her. If more than a couple of them signed contracts, she was going to have to hire some help. One Friday, she found an oddity among the clothes that she had laid out. She had not expected Nate to leave anything because she had meetings with new clients all day and had told him so. That was reinforced when she had laid out a business suit to wear. She thought that he understood that she did not dress erotic outside the home. Whereas her outfit was had always been replaced with fewer clothes than she had laid out, this time more had been added. A note on the top of the pile read: I'm going to have to work at the office tomorrow, even though it's Saturday. Love, Nate She took her business suit off the pile and found a second set of clothes beneath -- a French maid costume, complete with a low-cut black mini-dress, white lace apron and hat, black stay-up stockings, and black high heels. The outfit included a feather duster with a fat handle and long downy plumes. Nate's intention was clear. Normally she and Nate shared the housework on Saturday morning. Today she would go to her meetings as planned, properly dressed, but tomorrow, she would be doing the housework by herself, wearing the erotic maid costume. She was a little miffed at being stuck doing all the housework alone, but it wasn't that big of a deal. As long as he didn't expect this to become the norm. This was a once-in-a-lifetime performance. Well, maybe a couple-times-a-year performance. She could handle that much. After all, he did do almost all the yard work by himself. But she got a second shock late that afternoon when she came home from her meetings. The entryway was clean. Someone had picked up the extra shoes and put the coats in the closet. There was no dirt on the floor. It had not only been swept, it looked like it had been mopped. Supper was ready. A stew was brewing in the slow cooker. The kitchen was spotless. She went into the bathroom. The shower, tub, and sink were sparkling. She ran around the house, looking for the mess, dirt, and disorder that she had left in the morning. She found none. Everything was as neat and shiny as new. The house hadn't been merely cleaned, it had been detailed. Nate hadn't done this on his own. He wasn't that good. She would bet money that a professional maid service had been through her house. On the morrow, whatever she did in the French maid costume, it wouldn't involve cleaning the house. He said not a word when he got home. That suited her. She needed quiet to plan her performance. Nate deserved something good. * * * As on weekdays, when she got up on Saturday morning, Nate had already left for work. As soon as she was wearing the French maid costume, she examined herself in the full-length mirror. Like the black bustier, the bodice of the black dress laced up the back to draw tight about her ribs, pushing her breasts high toward the much-too-low-cut top, giving her amazing cleavage and revealing pink slivers of her areolas. The lower half of the dress was reinforced with piles of white ruffled flounce that acted like fake petticoats to pushed the black outer layer away from the naked tops of her thighs. The black stay-up fishnet stockings make her legs look like a streetwalker's. She was provided with no panties to cover her sex. She could preserve no shred of modesty when she bent over. And housecleaning required a lot of bending. The black heels were higher than any she had ever worn. She would have to walk slowly and cautiously. A tiny white apron served only to draw attention to her crotch. The outfit was completed with a little white cap that pinned to her hair and a small black bowtie choker that made her white neck look long and vulnerable. She looked terrific. How did Nate know that she would look so good in this costume? She was nervous as she went into the living room. She glanced at the drapes. Nate had drawn them closed as he did on every day when he left her a special costume. Nate was always careful about that. He might be sharing videos of her with a million other people on the Internet but he never left a curtain open to suggest that she should let a neighbor see her in costume. That made sense. It would be hard to live here if they had to hear neighbors whispering and see them leering every time they walked down the street. Or maybe he was simply following her instruction that she would not perform for a live audience. She wondered if she should relax that rule. How would she feel if the audience were strangers? If they saw her in a public place where there was no danger that they would try to accost her? She wondered if Nate would like it if she "forgot" to wear panties under a miniskirt when they were out shopping together and "accidently" bent over to pick something off a low shelf. Or if she forgot to wear a bra and had a "wardrobe malfunction" with the strap that held her top in position over her chest. She could hold the ends of the strap together with a straight pin and tie a long thread to the end. A subtle pull at her waist would part the strap at her neck. Two months ago, she never could have imagined herself doing anything like than. Today, the thought was making her wet between her legs. Tomorrow, she might make the fantasy a reality and see how Nate reacted. Even if public exposure wasn't Nate's fantasy, he had instilled the desire in her. She spent several minutes wiping the feather duster over already sparkling clean shelves in a pretense of doing housework. She contrived to strike poses that displayed her assets. She stretched her legs, made longer by the high heels; arched her back to reach high places; thrust her breasts forward, nearly pushing them out of the inadequate bodice, stretching the soft white fabric tight across erect nipples; pushed her naked ass upwards when she bent to dust low places. When she walked in the heels, she crossed her ankles to ensure that her hips swayed dangerously from one side to the other. When she raised her arms, she drew the short hem of the dress high above her crotch. The soft duster with its long black feathers was sensuous and she paused for a time to brush it softly over her face, then down across her neck to her shoulders. The back of the dress was cut as low as the front, enabling her to tickle her back softly. She was breathing hard but the lace bodice constrained her diaphragm, making her chest heave in the low-slung neckline. When she began to dust the mantle, she dropped the duster, making it necessary that she bend over fully to pick it up. She bent slowly and fumbled with the duster for a minute, bending from the hips and keeping her knees straight to give the cameras hidden in the room a long view of her naked womanhood. Nate deserved a generous eyeful. When she stood back up, she was face-to-face with Nate's portrait, displayed prominently above the fireplace in a silver frame. She had put it there before going to bed last night. Now, she reached out and caressed the glass that covered the image of her husband. She picked up the portrait and pressed her cheek to the face behind the glass. Then she kissed the image of her husband's lips. She set the picture on the coffee table, facing the couch, and sat down, looking at it. As she gazed into the eyes of the image of her husband, she pulled a small tube of K-Y lubricant from where it had been hidden underneath the couch and squeezed a dollop onto her fingers. She slouched back and splayed her legs, sliding the dress up to her waist, rendering her hips and crotch naked. Slowly, languorously, she wiped the lubricant between her engorged lips, working it around, feeling the wonderful slipperiness of her fingers against her sex. The feather duster had a round plastic handle that was too big to fit comfortably in Jocelyn's hand but was perfect for another use. She squeezed another generous dollop of lubricant on her fingers and spread a thick coating around and down the length of the handle. Slowly, she worked the handle of the duster against herself, between her lips, and inside, then pulled it in and out, enjoying the feeling of the ersatz dildo sliding past her inner lips. With her slippery fingers, she began working around the little nub of hot flesh that was the source of her sexual pleasure. She did not touch it directly, but squeezed it softly between her lips and worked it back and forth, letting her plump intimate flesh do the massaging under the direction of her fingertips. She worked for long minutes with fingers and dildo until she brought herself to a climax. She did not fake or exaggerate her reaction for theatrical effect, but she did not hide or suppress her moans, grunts and grimaces, either. As she gave herself over to pure pleasure, her hips jerked convulsively against the sofa cushions and her feet curled and pointed in her shoes. Throughout her performance, she kept looking at the picture of her husband's face on the coffee table. Though her mind was occupied by nearly overwhelming physical sensations, a small corner of her consciousness kept wondering what Nate was doing at that moment. She imagined that, as he watched her on a video screen in the privacy of his office, he was engaged in the male version of her onanistic performance. That thought propelled her to a higher plane of ecstasy than the merely physical. Another small corner of her mind wondered if video was streaming out into the world through the Internet. Had a million men around the world been doing what she imagined Nate doing? If so, she hoped that every one of them experienced the same ecstasy as her. When she regained her breath, she stood, restored her dress from its obscene to its merely immodest state, and began dusting again. After giving Nate's portrait a loving kiss, she put it back on the mantle. Then she worked her way out of the room and back to the bedroom. There, she shed the French maid costume and dressed in her standard jeans and sweatshirt. Her entire maid performance had taken a little over an hour. Once again, Nate said nothing about what he might have seen when he came back home, but, once again, he made passionate love to her before taking her out for a wonderful Indian meal. She had been his maid this morning and his lover this afternoon but he didn't want her to be his cook tonight. * * * Jocelyn's life continued to follow this pattern after they moved to a bigger house. Every few days she received costumes, sex toys, and her husband's passionate love afterward. Two years later, she became pregnant with their first child. When the pee stick showed a plus sign, the sex games ended without comment or discussion. Her life became dull, normal, and satisfying. She never found a single camera in either their old or new house and never knew if they had been removed after the games ended. As well, she never knew if Nate had circulated videos of her performances on the Web or not. She tried searching for them more than once, but it was like trying to find a few drops in a sea of porn. She became bored and abandoned the search long before she had any hope of finding images of herself. But she did find videos of MILFs -- Mothers I'd Like to Fuck -- who were often mature women. Even as she entered her forties, gained some weight and felt gravity exert its relentless pull on her body, Nate still liked to watch her undress for bed. She wondered if, when she was fifty and their second child moved out on his own, she would awake some morning to find that her clothing had been replaced by black stay-ups, a bustier, and nothing else. The possibility that she might spend her golden years being her husband's personal porn star never failed to buoy her spirits.

High as a Kite at the Nude Beach by GFWatcher Young couple loses control while stoned at a nude beach. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" asked Jenn as we arrived at the parking lot of the nude beach. Jenn and I had been together for about 3 months, during which time she turned 18 and graduated high school. I was 21 and about to enter my final year of university. I wasn't her first boyfriend but she was a virgin when we started dating. Her parents were very protective and controlling, causing her to be a bit innocent and naive, naturally shy and reluctant to have sex. Fortunately, this all changed after Jenn turned 18. Her parents left her alone a lot more and I gradually discovered her playful side. I started to notice that she wasn't reluctant, just naturally submissive, a "giver" who could be unusually playful and agreeable when she feels "naughty", often accompanied but some kind of exhibitionism. In fact, that's what brought us to the nude beach. I was planning to get my hands on her after a little exhibitionist adventure. We had sex for the first time about a week after we celebrated her 18th birthday. Even for her first time it was clear Jenn was an amazingly good fuck thanks to her wonderful attitude, beautiful body, and perfect pussy. I eventually discovered that she is always very wet and tight, quick and easy to orgasm, in fact usually more than one orgasm, even during brief sexual experiences. Unfortunately, we didn't have sex for almost 3 weeks since she lost her virginity, partly due to her monthly period the week before as well as all her graduation and modelling events. "Of course," I said, way too high to drive back now anyway. "No one here knows us so it'll be fun!" I added. I could tell Jenn was nervous as it was our first time at a nude beach. After parking the car and we did a couple hits from my bong to get her into the mood. I packed the car that morning with bottled water, towels, an umbrella and, ironically, bathing suits. And of course I didn't forget condoms! Jenn wasn't on birth control until later in our relationship. The parking lot was on the other side of a sand hill. After climbing the sand hill we were surprised to see there wasn't too many people, just some couples to the right, a small building that looked like a toilet and showers on the left, a volleyball net in front, and some lone walkers walking the length of the beach at the waters edge. There were mostly men, of all ages, so I felt fine but Jenn was a bit uncomfortable. There were very few woman and the small number present seemed all to be over 40. Seeing Jenn was nervous about this, I suggested we sit near the volleyball net where we could be relatively alone. Jenn was wearing a white sundress over a sexy blue bikini. Jenn is slightly above average height with all the right shapes and curves on her beautiful skinny, athletic body. Her breasts were the type to make women jealous and men interested, not to mention her perfect waist, hips, ass and long legs. "Moment of truth," I said taking off my shirt and sandals. "I can't believe you talked me to do this," Jenn said with a laugh. "You wanted to try it too," I laughed with her. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and pulled them off triumphantly, causing Jenn to giggle. My penis is not much bigger than average size but the warm summer sun made sure I looked a bit more impressive. "Well I'm glad you're so confident," she joked, as my penis came on display. I was too high to care or even notice that Jenn didn't get naked right away. She laid down on her stomach and undid her bikini top, letting the sides fall to the sand. "Oh, that feels great!" Jenn purred as I grabbed some lotion and began massaging it on her back and shoulders. I worked my way down to her lower back, then her ass and legs, which brought my penis to life. Her bikini bottoms weren't that revealing by design, but because of her natural gifts most of her ass was showing. I oiled up her legs, making sure I moved her ass so her bottoms disappeared even more. Once in a while some guys would walk past us along the water and look up to where we were laid out. It wasn't very far, maybe 10-15 metres away, so they had a pretty good view of us. Naturally, seeing a beautiful teenager at a nude beach was going to get a lot of attention but the etiquette was not to stare. Just a quick glance or friendly wave didn't seem to bother anyone. Later, a couple walked by after a bit and I could see the wife nudge her husband who looked over in our direction. We clearly got some extra attention due to our young age being rare at the nude beach. I stood up to look around the beach a little more. Something about the small building in front of the volleyball net caught my attention. I thought it could be a good place to get my hands on Jenn. "Trying to get some attention?" Jenn asked sarcastically. "At least I'm not scared," I teased her. "Ugh, fine!" she replied and rolled over to sit up on the towel, pulling her top up and off over her head. Her beautiful breasts were now out on display for everyone to see. Not wanting to be waving a hard penis around on the beach I sat back down next to her. "Doesn't that feel better?" I teased. "I can't let you have all the fun," she replied jokingly. "Besides, I've already got some fans." Jenn nodded her head in the direction of a couple guys walking down the beach in our direction. I laughed at their penises, jiggling and bobbing comically as they walked and threw the ball to each another, but Jenn didn't laugh with me as she was busy staring at their unusually long, fat cocks. They were both must've been almost 20 centimetres long even though they were soft! Unlike most of the nudists, they were not that much older than us, maybe 10 years maximum, and were very clearly stealing looks in Jenn's direction. My cock quickly throbbed and grew as Jenn raised her hands to fix her hair in a ponytail to give them a clearer view of her breasts. Jenn was clearly showing off and it worked as they began to walk closer to where we were sitting on their way past. I felt a bit jealous but I was just glad to see she was getting into the exhibitionist spirit so I encouraged her. "I bet they'd love to see you put suntan lotion on your tits," I joked, which caused Jenn to dart her eyes in my direction. I laughed at being able to interrupt her stares at their cocks. "You want me to?" Jenn whispered but didn't delay before reaching for the suntan cream. She began applying it to her nude breasts, right when they walked past. They both slowed their speed as they walked past, staring straight at her, or more precisely, her tits, which were now glowing wet in the sun. My cock grew a little more. Once they passed us, I reached in my bag and pulled out my phone to take a photo, which made Jenn giggle. "That better be just for you," she joked. "Of course, I wouldn't want your agency to get any fancy ideas about nudity." I laughed, referring to her work as a part time model, doing mainly clothing fashion advertisements. "You're enjoying all this?" Jenn asked. "But these other guys are enjoying it too." She replied. I could sense her confusion. "That's what makes it fun and naughty." I explained. "So you're happy if they're happy." Jenn seemed to ask but it was more of a comment as she naively digested the information. I snapped a couple pictures of me and her together, then some of just her. Jenn's modelling skills came through immediately as she posed beautifully, sitting up straight with her chest out, exposing her shiny tits. Now my penis was fully erect. "Looks like you need some relief," Jenn smirked as she playfully reached down to give my penis a couple strokes. I was surprised to see Jenn acting this way. She really was changing after turning 18 but I realised she was also really blasted from the marijuana so I put my towel on my penis and encouraged her to continue. "What about a blowjob?" I asked with a smirk. "Don't push your luck!" Jenn giggled, pulling her hand back from under my towel. The two guys were now standing by the volleyball net, chatting, but regularly looking in Jenn's direction. "How about those?" I said as I gently pulled on her bikini bottoms. I decided to test Jenn's exhibitionist energy, after touching my hard penis and being stared at by the two handsome nude guys who were now playing volleyball not more than 10-15 metres from where we were sitting. "Are you sure?" Asked Jenn. I nodded with a smile, thinking about how much fun I will have with her afterwards. Jenn sighed and looked around the beach, then over at the volleyball guys. Then, without further conversation, she slowly took off her bikini bottoms, exposing her perfectly shaped and hairless pussy. Jenn was naturally hairless back then, armpits too. Even though she only shaved a couple times per year, her perfectly shaped pussy had nothing more than a couple short and sparse, soft wisps of her natural reddish blond hair. At this point I could see Jenn was distracted. She was pretending to look at her phone but was actually peeking at the big dicks of the volleyball guys from behind her sunglasses. "Those guys have huge dicks." I decided to make conversation rather than continue to pretend not to notice her staring at them. "You think so?" Jenn turned back to my direction, acting like she wasn't looking, just as an old pervert walked past, prompting Jenn to close her legs cover her tits with her arms. By now, all kinds of old perverts started finding excuses to walk near us to get a closer look at Jenn's naked tits and pussy. Seeing her reluctance, I decided to roll another joint. "What are you doing?" Jenn giggled. "We're already high and out of my mind," she added and laughed some more. She was right but I wanted to get her as high as possible and see how adventurous she would become. I was determined to have sex with her again and I knew this kind of exhibitionistic energy would do the trick. After we finished smoking another fat one, I decided to test her courage. "Jenn, let's take a walk along the beach," I proposed. "Walk?" she hesitated, but the overdoses of marijuana were having an effect and she just stood up naked and said, "Ok let's go." We got up and left our stuff in my bag seeing as the beach wasn't very big and I was doubtful anyone was going to steal anything. We walked down to the water and made a right turn to the more populated area of the beach. As we walked I was immediately distracted by Jenn's beautiful tits, bobbing swaying with every sexy step she took, like a true fashion model. Maybe it was the marijuana, but something about being nude made her walk with extra sexy movements. We made our way past the lifeguard tower, which was unoccupied, and some of the other sunbathers. I loved seeing all the eyes on us. Watching the men stare at Jenn's bouncing chest and nude pussy made me excited. Everyone pretended to act casual but there was an obvious sense of excitement with such a beautiful and naked young woman on the beach. As we walked, it was even easier to notice that women were quite outnumbered by men, and that all of the women were a lot older than Jenn. Having this naked young photo model strutting her stuff on the beach was obviously quite a treat. We got to the end of the nude beach and turned around to walk back through the busy area. The look on the faces of the men were all smiles as they noticed Jenn was coming back. As we returned to our towels, the volleyball guys were working up a sweat, playing rather intensely. Jenn immediately took out her phone to pretend to look at it while she stared at their big, bouncing naked penises. "Are you going to take some photos of them?" I joked and reminded her of what she said earlier about perverts taking photos. "You think they'll be upset if I act like a pervert?" she joked back. "I'm sure they won't mind but they might want more than just photos," I replied. "But you like that, right?" Jenn asked then laughed, testing me after my earlier encouragement to tease them. "Yes, I like when you show off." I encouraged her more. Jenn responded by laying back on her elbows with her legs open in the direction of the volleyball net, causing a couple of errors and missed shots as they were distracted by the view. I liked where this was going and grew confident that we were going to have sex soon but it also made me jealous so I thought of distracting her with a swim in the ocean. We had been out there for a little over an hour now and I was starting to really feel the heat even under the umbrella. I could tell Jenn was too because her tits were now glistening with sweat rather than tanning oil. "Let's hop in the water and cool down," I suggested. "Sure!" Jenn bounced up, making sure to jiggle her tits as we walked to the water. It was a nice cool relief from the heat as well as my aching balls. I wanted to fuck Jenn, watching her teasing all the men, especially the volleyball guys. As we walked deeper into the ocean I watched as the water caressed her luscious pussy, then her beautiful breasts. The waves rose and sank and between the waves Jenn pointed out my penis had grown quite hard. I must have been lost in my thoughts without realising my cock was now standing at full attention. Jenn laughed and playfully grabbed at me. I played back and pretended l was going to lift her up and dunk her underwater. I carried her as we play wrestled for a few seconds before I got my penis between her legs and tried to enter her. "Not here, the salt water will hurt!" she laughed. "Haha! Sorry I got a bit excited," I said as I put her back on her feet. "And you're supposed to wear a condom, naughty man." Jenn pretended to scold me as she began to walk back to our blanket. "Maybe we should go have a shower and play some more." I said with a smile then followed her. "I think they need a shower more than us," Jenn joked signalling again for me to look at the volleyball guys. I was getting a little tired of her attention towards them but realised it was all because of my encouragement so I didn't say anything. The volleyball guys were now taking a break and openly staring at Jenn as we walked back to our spot. It seemed the entire beach was staring at how the water on her beautiful body reflected so that she shined and sparkled in the sunlight. When we returned to our blanket Jenn made sure to turn and bend over to show her ass directly to them as she repositioned herself. I immediately took out my phone and made a few more photos of her. Jenn pretended to be annoyed but then smiled. "One sexy pose, please?" I asked, playfully realising I was getting jealous after she already showed her ass and pussy in the doggy style position to the volleyball guys. Jenn looked around to make sure the volleyball players were still watching and said, "Okay but make it quick," as she went back into the doggy style position and began walking around on all fours like a cat before sitting down and spreading her her legs to give me, and the volleyball guys behind me, a perfect shot at her tight bald pussy. Her continued attention towards the volleyball guys made me jealous again but I accepted it knowing that this exhibitionist energy was what was making her so agreeable. It also meant she was having fun and that we would soon be having sex! "So how about touching your beautiful pussy?" I teased Jenn with a smile. "You want me?" Jenn asked in her cute way as she blushed red with shyness and started to touch her pussy with nervous excitement. All the while, the volleyball guys were still staring at us. This told me she was ready but I wanted to fuck her in the showers, not my disgustingly hot car, so I began rolling another fat doobie of marijuana to make sure she was totally out of it, even more agreeable, and ready to be extra adventurous. "Smoke again? You're completely crazy!" Jenn complained but opened her legs wider to tease me as she continued to masturbate, this time looking in the direction of the volleyball guys. "They're masturbating!" Jenn warned me as she stopped masturbating and pretended not to notice them. "That's because you're touching your pussy in their direction," I said nonchalantly while I busied myself to finish making the doobie. "Do you think they want me?" Jenn teased me, seemingly trying to distract me from rolling a joint so that she doesn't have to smoke more marijuana. "Everyone here wants you!" I said with a big laugh, "But probably mostly them, yes." I teased back, causing Jenn to giggle as I took a big puff and handed it to her. We smoked quickly and gathered our stuff. Jenn didn't put her bikini back on, just her little white sundress, seemingly too high to coordinate herself enough to put on a bikini. Jenn was too high to carry anything so I had load everything into my arms then we started walking to the car. I already anticipated the energy Jenn would cause when we walked past the volleyball guys. "Good game, boys!" Jenn playfully flirted as we passed the volleyball net. "Good body!" Yelled one of the volleyball guys, causing everyone to laugh. Jenn blushed as she stared at their long, fat penises. I pulled Jenn's arm to get her away from them but made it look like I was helping her walk, which she did need help doing. Jenn stopped when we made it to the small building on our way to climb the sand hill in front of the parking lot. Noticing her open the door, I suggested to Jenn that we should go to the car first, drop some of our stuff then come back to shower. "Don't forget condoms," replied Jenn, making me excited that she would be willing to have sex in the showers, our first ever sex in public. "Ok!" I replied excitedly, but Jenn was so high she didn't follow me. Instead she just went straight into the building! I realised now that Jenn was truly out of it, probably too high to walk to the car so I followed her into the building. We were right, the building was for showering but to my surprise there was only one section for men and women! We saw the usual shower heads against one wall and a long bench for sitting on the other wall. I guessed since this was a nude beach there wasn't much of a reason to separate the showers between men and women. I decided to help her get started then planned to run to the car to drop our stuff and come back with condoms to fuck her in the shower. I helped her out of her sundress and walked her over to a shower, testing the water then guiding her to stand underneath. Jenn was totally blasted so I also had to give her the soap and show her where I put the shampoo and conditioner. "I'll be right back." I said but she didn't even reply, being so high and lost in the feeling of the shower. I seriously considered fucking her right then and there, having never before been inside her without a condom but I left without saying more. She was way too out of it to speak more to her anyway. As I left the building I saw the volleyball guys scurrying away from the door. They were obviously spying on us but pretended everything was normal with a wave of their hands and another "hello". "Hi again, I'm just dropping this stuff in the car then I'll be back." I explained as I waved back to them. I don't know why I gave them that kind of information except that I was worried about Jenn being alone in the shower, and them spying on her more. I assumed that getting caught, followed by my explanation that I would be back soon would send them the message that their shenanigans are over. They went back to sit near the volleyball net so I rushed up the sand hill and put the stuff in the car and started to come back, only to realise that I forgot the condoms! Back I went, over the sand hill, to the car, and starting to come back, this time with condoms. By the time I was walking back to the showers I must've taken about 5 minutes but being so high with marijuana, everything I did was probably done more slowly than I realised, so it could've been longer. As I got back to the shower building my intuition told me to expect to again catch the big dicked volleyball guys peaking at Jenn naked in the shower but I only saw their towels beside the volleyball net. My intuition immediately told me something was wrong, even before I entered the building. Without realising it, I started to move more slowly, even though being so high I was probably already moving quite slowly. Upon slowly opening the door I could hear that Jenn's shower had stopped, which caused even more marijuana-induced paranoia as I entered the building. After a period of silence I heard Jenn giggling, which caused my heart to sink as I realised she wasn't alone. As I peaked around the corner of the entrance I immediately went into shock. Jenn was standing between the two volleyball guys, passionately kissing the one in front while the other was licking her ear and massaging her breasts from behind! I could see from her breathing and sensitive reactions that Jenn was clearly enjoying the physical attention. "Ok boys, that's enough, my boyfriend will be back soo..." Jenn began to say as she broke free from kissing the guy in front of her but was interrupted when the guy behind her playfully pushed her head down towards the penis in front of her. Jenn resisted giving him a blowjob so he tickled her into laughter while the guy behind her guided her down further until she was on her hands and knees and started licking her perfectly shaped pussy. "Ok guys..." Jenn said aloud then froze without finishing her comment, seemingly immediately enjoying the feeling of a tongue on her clitoris. The man in front realised she wasn't ready to suck him so he went down with her to resume their passionate kiss. Jenn responded with a moan of pleasure. The man behind her stopped licking and straightened up on his knees, bringing his huge cock into view. He was bigger now than he was on the beach, at least 25 centimetres, maybe almost 30! "Are you a naughty girl?" Asked the volleyball guy behind her as he began rubbing his cock up and down her slit. "My boyfr..." Jenn began as she broke off the kiss with the man in front of her as she realised the man behind her was planning to fuck her. I realised Jenn was trying to say 'my boyfriend will be here soon' but I was still too shocked to move. "Do you want my cock?" Said the volleyball guy behind her, teasing her once more as he squeezed her hips and pushed forward. Jenn opened her mouth wide and winced with a mixture of pain and pleasure as he pushed most of his cockhead inside her. It looked like she tried to move forward and away from his attempt to penetrate her but his strong hands on her hips held her in place. "Yes, she's cool. She's very naughty." Replied the volleyball guy in front of her. Jenn clearly didn't dislike the way they were talking to her as she seemed to stop resisting, showing the first signs of submissiveness. "Cond... oooh..." Jenn tried to speak again but was forced to open wide to breathe through her mouth. I was frozen in my hiding place, unable to move but my intoxicated state did not prevent me from realising the guy behind her was entering her without a condom. "That's a good girl!" Praised the volleyball guy in front of her before I noticed that he put his fat cock into her open mouth, stroking his foreskin back and forth over his cockhead until Jenn responded by using her tongue to improve his sensations. Again I was distracted by one volleyball guy while the other made progress. The guy behind her now had about half of his 25 centimetre shaft inside her and started moving in and out, causing Jenn to submit to complete agreement with what they were doing to her. It was like watching an expensive sports car turning on and revving it's engine as Jenn started arching her back and swivelling her hips to give better access and feeling to the large penis inside her beautiful pussy. "Oh yeah, girl!" Yelled the volleyball guy as he picked up his tempo. Jenn was now getting vigorously fucked in the doggy style position while sucking, or at least trying to suck an even bigger dick in front of her, sending his head back to look at the ceiling as she was giving similar pleasure with her sucking skills. I couldn't believe Jenn was doing this. I knew she secretly liked when people looked at her body but the way she acted on the beach was a real surprise. I didn't know she would ever let it go that far, giving so much visual pleasure. Now she is giving immense physical pleasure to two strangers with huge penises! I realised she was extremely high and this always made her a lot more agreeable for sex but this was unbelievable! Jenn was pleasuring both dicks as best she could but struggling with the severe fucking she was getting and the large size of the guy she was sucking. My stomach was bouncing out of control with jealousy but my cock was growing! I was confused until I realised that I wasn't jealous actually anymore. I was jealous on the beach when she played with them by showing her body, even giving them more attention than me. But now that she was letting them fuck her, curiously, I wasn't jealous anymore. I was proud of her. I was impressed that she was so "cool" that she was willing to fuck a stranger. Two strangers! I understood that I was watching something special. Jenn was as beautiful as ever, and doing something special. Not for me. She was doing something special for other men, but it was beautiful. A beautiful and special experience. I felt good for the volleyball guys that they could be so lucky to fuck such a beautiful young woman they'd only just met on the beach that day. I decided to take a step forward knowing that they would be able to see me. Jenn had her back to the doorway and was now deep throating half the full length of the 30 centimetre penis in front of her. I thought it wasn't fair that she never deep throated my 15 centimetres before while she had to work a lot harder for him. But again, I wasn't jealous. Instead, I was overwhelmed by the thought of how sexy it was to see a beautiful young woman trying something new, doing more than she usually does, trying to impress and make a good first impression, as if it wasn't already enough that she let them take her. Her beautiful giving personality was now outrageously erotic to behold. I was about to take another step forward which would almost definitely alert them to my presence when Jenn began to shake into a full body orgasm. The volleyball guys looked at each other and smiled. Jenn continued to shudder into an extra long orgasm as the volleyball guy getting the blowjob reached down to massage her perfect breasts, causing her to moan softly as his hands found her nipples. The volleyball guy getting the blowjob finally looked up and noticed me. He smiled and waved another "hello" to me like he did earlier, as if nothing unusual was happening. I waved another "hello" and almost felt like an idiot for smiling back at him. The man fucking Jenn from behind noticed the other man wave to me and looked over his shoulder and smiled at me too and continued to fuck her but his face had changed. He now made a pleasurable "oh" face as if to express his gratitude for being inside my girlfriend. I smiled back at him, feeling foolish once again. Jenn's pussy always gets really small and tight during and after an orgasm so his reaction was more likely related to the tight pressure of Jenn's pussy on his cock, but I could also sense his excitement of seeing her boyfriend while fucking her. It seemed to give him a sense of urgency as he sped up and became more erratic about fucking he was giving her. He soon pulled his fat cock out of Jenn's pussy just as a jet of sperm erupted from the the head of his big cock, maintaining a connection with Jenn's quickly closing pussy as he pulled out. There seemed to be a long delay before Jenn let out a submissive moan as he finally shot his next big volley of sperm across her lower back, ass, and across her pussy, all the while maintaining the thick connection between his cock and her pussy from the first cumshot, which he quickly used as lubricant to put his monster cock back inside Jenn's perfect little pussy for a couple more deep, pleasure-filled thrusts. Jenn moaned with gratitude even though he was now risking pregnancy. I was amazed that any man could cum so much. It was a very heavy, sticky load. But he wasn't finished. He grabbed his pole and pulled it out of Jenn then shot one last load across her pussy lips and put it back inside again, causing Jenn to flinch with pleasure. I realised that Jenn would need a morning after pill as the man fucking Jenn looked back at me again without speaking but shook his head with a look on his face that said he just had the time of his life. The volleyball guy getting the blowjob signalled to his friend that it was his turn to fuck her then stood up without warning, pulling his big dick out of Jenn's suckling mouth with a loud "plop" as as at the guy inside her pussy pulled his sperm-coated cock out causing her to fall to the floor of the shower to lay on her back from her pleasurable exhaustion. Jenn was totally out of it but instinctively opened her legs to welcome the man she had just given a blowjob. He didn't waste time getting in the missionary position, scooping his friend's cum onto the head of his cock to use as lubricant. Jenn finally looked over and noticed me as he entered her. "I'm sorry..." was all Jenn could say as her sense of surprise and regret was quickly overcome by the eroticism of my presence while she was fucking someone else. While it looked challenging to suck him, it now looked even more so to get fucked by him. Her face was bright red from the vigorous fucking she had received and her makeup was running down her eyes from the blowjob she delivered, and now she was whimpering with every thrust even though he only got 10 centimetres of his 30 inside. The second volleyball guy was only a little longer but much fatter than the first guy. "Are you ok?" I asked Jenn but was interrupted. "Your girlfriend has a great pussy," said the first volleyball guy who had just fucked her as he walked to the shower with his softening cock bouncing as he went to turn on the water. "Soft, wet, small, tight." He continued to explain as he started his shower. I ignored his comments and looked back at Jenn. "I didn't know..." Jenn began again to speak to me but stopped with an open mouth as the second volleyball guy started to aggressively pound her little pussy. Jenn seemed to want to say something more, but the hard and fast sex stopped her from any further communication. Jenn reached down to hold his hips, in a futile attempt to moderate the force and tempo of his thrusts. 'Didn't know what?' I thought to myself. Didn't know it wasn't me? Didn't know they would fuck her? At that moment I remembered how she masturbated for me on the beach, eventually doing it in their direction, so of course, they wanted to fuck her... "Don't worry...." I tried to resume communication and show Jenn some support but the second volleyball guy reached down and grabbed her head with one hand so she could watch as he thrust his big, fat cock into her. All Jenn could do was watch and whimper in pleasure as he hammered her tight little pussy with a dick that was fatter than her wrists. He was hammering her like a man who thought he was having sex for the last time, perhaps thinking he didn't have much time before I or Jenn stopped him. He didn't need time. Mere seconds later Jenn burst into another orgasm. She immediately reached down with both hands, one to pull his ass towards her and the other to masturbate her clitoris as her body shook with pleasure. As with the first volleyball guy, Jenn's orgasm caused his pace to become erratic as the feeling of Jenn's tightly pulsating pussy was too much for him. At this moment I realised he was already cumming and was trying to push deeper with each internal cumshot. Jenn struggled to take his full length and looked into his eyes in surprise as she felt his hot cum flooding the deepest part of her pussy then rolled her eyes to the back of her head as her orgasm continued even longer and more powerfully. He continued to shake and push inside Jenn's tight little pussy until he finally pulled out to throw a long cumshot that went far enough to hit her face, falling all the way back to her pussy, before climbing up her body to release a couple smaller cumshots into her open mouth. Not satisfied with only cumming inside her pussy, he pushed his big, fat cock into her mouth and forced her to deepthroat him to clean his cock of his cum and her pussy juice. With the effects of the marijuana and two orgasms, Jenn was now completely out of it so she kissed, licked and sucked his cock clean then proceeded to wipe his cum off her face, chest and pussy, scooping it all into her mouth, effectively cleaning herself too then put his cock back inside her mouth to suck the last of his sperm from his cockhead. As for me, and my voyeur fetish, this was about as good as it could get. I felt the pleasure of the two lucky volleyball guys and started to cum without even touching myself! I quickly pulled my cock out of my shorts and rushed over to Jenn's face, with my cum dripping on the floor as I went. She didn't resist as I shot my sperm on her face, prompting her to pull the second volleyball guy's dick out of her mouth to suck and clean my cock too. The second volleyball guy got off Jenn and joined his friends under the shower. Jenn let out a muffled moan of satisfaction at being able to give me pleasure too and resumed touching her clitoris with my cock in her mouth while the volleyball guys finished showering, thanked us and left. "Hey, are you ok?" I whispered into her ear after pulling my cock from her mouth. "They, uh, fucked me..." she answered weakly as she stopped masturbating. "Really hard..." I said as Jenn sat up. I hugged her and she hugged me back even stronger. "Are you mad at me?" Jenn asked as she looked down at her pink and swollen pussy lips, then back up at me. "Of course not, you were amazing." I reassured her. I suggested she have a shower but she said she just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. Feeling assured enough to stand up, Jenn put stopped while putting on her sundress when a gush of sperm leaked out of her pussy. "They really enjoyed themselves..." She said, as we both noticed the sperm running down her leg. "And you're not angry?" Jenn asked with a frown as she wiped the sperm into her bikini bottoms as she pulled them up to her wet pussy. "It wasn't your fault." I said while rubbing her back. "I did the right thing?" Jenn asked in surprise. "Well it certainly looked like a successful event!" I said with a laugh. Jenn laughed too. "I guess you could say it was pretty... successful." Jenn said, as she looked at her hand, opening and closing her fingers to review a handful of sticky sperm. I gave Jenn a kiss on her cheek and told her that I think she is a wonderful woman then pointed at a wet patch of semen on her dress. "I guess those guys think I'm wonderful too," joked Jenn as she too noticed the sperm sticking to her dress. "I would have to agree." I said, realising that two strangers came inside her before I even had a chance to fuck her without a condom. "And you're sure you're not jealous?" Jenn frowned again. "Of course I am but the real question is if I'm mad at you." I began to explain before being interrupted. "And you're mad?" Jenn asked with a look of sadness. "Honestly, I was a bit mad about the way you teased them on the beach. I felt like you were ignoring me. But when I saw them fucking you, for some reason I wasn't mad about that at all." I explained. "But you're disappointed in me." Jenn asked but it was more of a statement, as she continued to look sad. "No, you're just very agreeable about sex. This is something I really love about you and I don't want you to change." I explained more. "But they took me!" Jenn was almost about to cry so I gave her a hug. "You did nothing wrong. I should've stopped them but I didn't. It's not your fault." I said as I kissed her forehead. "But you couldn't stop them. You were just as high as me." Jenn complained. "So they got lucky, but that's ok." I answered. "They came a lot inside me." Jenn said as she looked down again and pulled her dress up to reveal a large wet spot on her bikini bottoms. "Do you want to have a shower?" I asked. "Let's just get out of here." She said, removing her bikini then throwing it in the garbage, causing us both to giggle. We held hands as we walked to the car, and drove home, buying a morning-after pill at a pharmacy on the way. We didn't have sex for a couple days because Jenn was too sore but she gave me a couple blowjobs. Nothing like that ever happened again but our sex life was much better after that experience. We ended up getting married, having a couple children and still fantasise about that experience to this day.

Halloween humiliation by Revengedpirate Halloween humiliation part 1 It was the weekend before the big Halloween party. I was in the laundry room at boarding school. I had just finished putting my laundry into the machine, when my crush walks in. He sees me, and for some stupid reason I tell him how I feel about him. He has a girlfriend Clarissa, who already hates my guts. Anyway perhaps that’s why I told him, to get back at her. He then confessed to me that he likes me too, and hated Clarissa for being so mean to me. He then grabbed me and starts kissing me. Unbeknownst to us both, is Clarissa’s bestie Sophie is outside the laundry door, spying on us both. Me and my crush decided to play it cool, and keep everything quiet and just between the two of us. So on the Saturday morning of the big Halloween dance it came as quite a shock, when he texts me, and invites me over to Clarissa’s dormitory before tonight’s Halloween party. Stupidly only thinking about my hormones I go over to Clarissa’s dormitory, when I’m grabbed by Clarissa and four of her biggest mates. “So you think you can cheat on me, and steal my boyfriend?” Clarissa spat at me. “What!! Er no.” I said in shock. “You dirty lying little skank!!” Said Hannah. “I saw you two making out!!” Said Louise. “Im not a skank, I’m not dirty either.” I said. “Sarah Barnes, you are a SKANK. And you are dirty. Do you know what happens to dirty little sluts like you?” Snapped Clarissa. “Im not a slut or skank, and I told you I’m not dirty,” I said. “Girls it’s bath time for little skank Sarah.” Said Clarissa. The other girls grinned. “What do you mean? What are you going to do to me?” I asked now starting to shake with nerves. “Same thing that happens to all naughty little girls before their bath. Strip her naked.” Said Clarissa. “No you can’t, you’ll get in trouble.” I said. Laura however all had my right leg raised and Donna had pulled off my red sneaker, whilst Hannah and Louise held me steady. The dormitory rooms usually housed 5/6 people. Clarissa’s Dormitory housed 5 other girls, Hannah and Louise shared the Dormitory with Clarissa, and 3 other girls. All 3 other girls were in the dormitory just staring at the scene in front of them. They also were allowed friends in their dormitory. Out of the eighteen students currently in the dormitory, at least four were boys. Donna now had my right sock, and left sneaker off, before removing my other sock. “Please Clarissa, I’m begging you, don’t undress me in here, there are boys watching.” I said. Clarissa walked over to me. “Aww is the little skank embarrassed? WAIT!!!” Shouted Clarissa at Hannah who was about to pull my trousers down. Hannah fortunately didn’t pull them down and did as she was told. “Don’t pull her trousers down.” Said Clarissa. “Oh thank you Clarissa.” I said. Clarissa looked around the room. “Ok everyone over here.” Said Clarissa. Everyone in the dormitory gathered around me, Clarissa and her friends. “Boys, put your hands up, if you’ve seen a little skank, like Sarah, in just her underwear? Basically for those of you who can’t put two and two together. Who’s seen a girl in her underwear?” Asked Clarissa. I watched on as all the boys in the room raised their hands. Clarissa had been circling around me and the four girls holding me. I was stood upright with my bare feet on the floor. My toenails were painted blue, and I thought they were cute. I was 5 feet 2 inches tall with mousey brown hair and freckles. I was reasonably good looking, I was quite skinny and my legs were a good indicator of how skinny I was. Clarissa was blonde with probably a D cup chest, bubble butt and the hottest girl in school. To be honest I wasn’t sure what Gary, my crush, saw in me compared to her. I was concentrating on the crowd and not Clarissa. Clarissa was behind me, the boys were looking on eagerly. I was more relaxed now, thinking Clarissa wasn’t going to strip me here, in front of everyone. Boy I was wrong, without any words or indication Clarissa grabbed my trousers, at the waist, and pulled them down to my ankles. The girls burst into laughter, the boys wolf whistled. “Hahaha, she’s wearing little kiddie underwear.” Said one girl through her hysterics. “HELLO KITTY.” Yelled another. I was completely mortified, my arms were still held by the four girls so I couldn’t cover my panties in any way. My panties were a normal pair of brief cut, with Hello Kitty printed on them. My face must’ve been redder then hello kitty’s bow on her head. “Clarissa please I’m so sorry, please don’t do this to me.” I begged through sobs. “Sorry but skanks get what they deserve.” Said Clarissa. Hannah and Louise grabbed my T-Shirt and ripped it off over my head and arms. I was now stood in just my extremely padded bra, and panties. The laughter was still continuing as the boys stared in awe. “Right Donna, pick her up, like you would a baby.” Said Clarissa. Donna was 6 foot tall extremely well built and strong. She lifted me easily into the air. I was crying from the humiliation. “Aww little skanks shouldn’t cry, when they are getting exactly what they deserve.” Said Clarissa. I couldn’t help but cry, boys and girls were laughing at me, I was stripped to my underwear, and was now embarrassingly held like a baby. Things couldn’t get worse. That’s when Clarissa shoved a dummy in my mouth. God only knows where she got it from. “Right Donna, carry her to the swimming pool, she can be bathed quite easily in the school pool. The rest of us will meet you down there. Donna we need five or ten minutes to get down there and change, so if you could give us about ten minutes, would be good.” Said Clarissa. Wait Donna was going to carry me, in my underwear to the school pool. That was nearly on the other side of school. I would be seen by half the school if I was unlucky. Donna however started to walk, she got to the dormitory door, which opened inwards. I felt relieved. She wasn’t going to be able to carry me to the pool if she couldn’t open the doors. “Here Donna.” Said one of the other girls opening the door. With the dummy in my mouth I couldn’t talk or scream for help. Donna had my arms tightly wrapped and I couldn’t free them. I couldn’t remove the dummy. Out in the first corridor, Donna turned right. That wasn’t right, the quickest way to the pool was left. The corridor we were in also had a couple of students, two girls, who quickly decided, out of curiosity, to follow us. Donna got to the end of the corridor and turned right again. We were going away from the school pool. In this corridor were four boys, who all shouted in joy at seeing my underwear clad body. I squealed in embarrassment into the dummy. It got worse too as at the end of that corridor we went up a flight of stairs to the top floor of the school. Luckily no one was on the stairs. As at the top Donna turned left into a long corridor. Again nobody was about. I was so grateful nobody was about, if it kept up like this only a few people would see me. After a few more minutes we still hadn’t passed anyone. We were now at the furthest point from the school pool. Donna, stopped walking. She looked around walked over to the wall, and hung me by my knickers, on a door handle. As I was so short I couldn’t get free and my weight made my knickers start to wedgie me. I put both hands over my crotch trying to hide my pussy lips which were starting to show. Donna then Whispered to the four boys and two girls. All six giggled before running off, leaving me and Donna alone. Donna picked me back up, again in the baby carry, and now headed straight for the school pool. I noticed that after every step she took, she counted to ten before making another. I grew impatient, if they were going to give me a bath, I wished they’d hurry up. Donna was so slow it took us at least twenty five minutes to reach the school pool’s outer doors. I was really grateful that we hadn’t bumped into any more students along the way. Donna opened the doors, and carried me into the girls changing rooms. We didn’t stop though until the door between changing room and pool. I had now relaxed somewhat. Being carried, having the dummy stuck in my mouth, and no one else seeing me, in my underwear was quite soothing. Donna opened the door, and my relaxed state vanished. It looked like the entire school had heard about me, the bleachers facing the school pool were full to the brim with students. Clarissa, Louise, Hannah, and Laura, were stood poolside, in their bikinis. Next to them stood, Michelle, Nicola, and Emily, the three girls who shared the dormitory with Clarissa, also dressed in their bikinis. I went red with embarrassment as the whole school had now seen me in my underwear and dummy. I didn’t know what to do, as Donna carried me over to them. “Oh Donna.” Started Clarissa. Her voice echoed eerily across the water. “Didn’t I say we wanted to give Little Sarah a bath? She can hardly have a bath in her underwear.” Said Clarissa. Donna then tried to pull my panties down, but I grabbed hold of them, and hung on for dear life. “The naughty girl isn’t letting go Clarissa.” Said Donna exasperated. “Fine, bring her over to this chair.” Said Clarissa. “No let me go, let me go.” I had spat the dummy out in rage and humiliation and started shouting at Clarissa. Clarissa on the overhand sat on the chair, and Donna placed, Sarah over her lap. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, I let go of my knickers and tried to stop Clarissa’s spanks to my panty clad bum. Hearing the laughter from all the other students, echoing across the water, was so humiliating and embarrassing, I didn’t feel Donna, undo my bra. After twenty hard spanks, I was in floods of tears. Clarissa stopped spanking me, and in one very quick motion had my knickers off me. My bare, flat, red, backside, now exposed to the entire school, I jumped up and tried to chase my knickers, completely forgetting I’d be exposing my hairy kitty to hundreds of students. I quickly stopped running and covered my naked pussy with my hands. It was then the fillets and padded bra hit the floor. With my arms covering my kitty, gravity had done its job on my bra. Now completely naked with my small A cup breasts on display I squealed and tried to look for cover. It was then Donna grabbed my arms behind my back and dragged me round the bleachers full of students. Laughter rained down on me, as every single student had me displayed for their viewing pleasure. I couldn’t cover a thing as Donna held my arms behind my back and frogmarched me around the pool making sure my front was facing every single student as we passed. I saw Gary my crush, was in the front row laughing his head off. I didn’t think this could get any worse for me, I was crying completely humiliated and distraught. “Hey look, the little skanks hair doesn’t match.” Yelled one girl. “Haha, oh yeah, her carpets and drapes are definitely different colours.” Shouted another girl. “Mousey brown on top, but ginger down below.” Shouted a boy. “That’s easily remedied.” Shouted Clarissa. I was nearly back to where I started, as I watched Clarissa bring a bag to pool side. She placed it down on the floor, next to a towel, which was spread length ways between two of the bleachers. Donna and Hannah pinned me to the floor on top of the towel. My closed legs were facing my crushes bleachers whilst my head and arms facing the bleachers opposite his. “Open wide, Little skank.” Said Clarissa. I didn’t know what she meant till Emily and Michelle walked over to me. They grabbed my legs and pulled them wide apart. I was beyond mortified as the bleachers got a clear view of my hairy unshaven pussy. I tried to struggle again, as tears poured down my cheeks. Laura bent down next to the bag and pulled out some shaving cream and dye remover. She walked over to Clarissa who took the dye remover. Clarissa read the bottle as Laura sat between my legs and started applying shaving cream. “Hey, We can’t see.” Shouted a boy from Gary’s bleacher. “Don’t worry we got you covered, if you look at that wall right now.” Said one of the geeks from the tech lab. I looked at the wall he pointed to, along with everyone else. There, blown up, for all to see, was my pussy getting smothered in shaving cream. I nearly passed out from the humiliation. I looked at myself on the wall, had I been in a bleacher and not on this floor, naked, legs spread, shaving foam covering my pussy, I would’ve been sat there laughing at the girl in the floor. I could only watch as Clarissa then covered the hair on my head in dye remover. I could only cry, from shame and humiliation, as Laura picked up a shaver and began shaving my vagina. I watched on as piece by piece the hair between my legs was publicly removed. I wished the ground would swallow me up, or that I would have a sudden heart attack and die. I wanted to be anywhere else, other then here having my dignity stripped away one piece at a time. Clarissa had now finished putting the dye remover on my head, she placed the bottle back in the bag, and took out nail polish remover, she started to remove the blue polish from my finger and toe nails. Louise, meanwhile took a pair of nail scissors and started cutting my nails back to the tips of my actual fingers, and toes. I watched as piece by piece my women hood got erased, leaving me bared for all to see. The last time I looked like this I was 9 years old, about to get my nails extended. The dye remover in my hair had now dried a mousey brown colour. Laura had finished shaving my pussy. Donna grabbed me and stood me back up. “Oh my god, look she’s a little girl.” Shouted Clarissa. “I’m not.” I said still determined to stay as strong as possible. “Oh well, we’ll see about that.” Whispered Clarissa in my ear. “Ow.” I said. Clarissa had stabbed me with something. “What did you do?” I asked. “Just something to show everyone what a baby you really are.” Clarissa Whispered again to my ear. Suddenly I had the urge to pee. I looked at Clarissa who had a giant smirk on her face. “You’re a baby aren’t you Sarah?” Shouted Clarissa to everyone. “I’m not a …” I started to say, before a stream of golden pee, starting pouring like a fountain between my legs. “Hahaha, look at the baby wetting herself.” Shouted a girl from the bleachers. “Aww, the poor baba, needs her bott bott.” Said a boy. “Wait, she’s not just wetting herself!” Yelled a girl from behind me. “Oh my god, she’s actually shitting herself. She must be really scared of Clarissa.” Shouted a boy. It took five minutes for the diarrhoea and pee to stop, when it finally did, Louise started to clean it up. “Oh now the baby, really needs a bath.” Said Clarissa. “I’m not a baby and I don’t need a bath.” I shouted. “Naughty little baby, shouting at the adults trying to help her. Maybe she needs another spanking?” Said Clarissa. Laughter rang out at this. “Does wittle Sawah want a wittle spankie?” Said Hannah in a babyish voice. More laughter, I couldn’t bare it. “Shut up, leave me alone, you’re all bitches, you are not spanking me.” I screamed nearly having a full blown tantrum. “That’s it, you’ve done it now, Donna bring the brat over here right now, she’s getting it.” Said Clarissa, playfulness completely gone. Donna dragged a screaming Sarah over to where Clarissa sat. Sarah was forced over Clarissa’s lap. “You thought twenty spanks with my bare hand was bad you just wait till I do fifty with a paddle.” Said Clarissa angrily. “Noooo.” Sarah Screamed with the first hit. Then came the second, and a third. Clarissa was so mad she didn’t stop until her own arm was sore. Sarah had close to a hundred and ninety spanks with the paddle. Her bare bum was red as it had ever been. Even her parents hadn’t spanked her that hard. There were even blisters and welts on it, and she had long run out of energy to cry. After Clarissa had finished Donna picked up Sarah by her arms and flung her head first into the pool. “Girls soap that bitch down. Make sure you get everywhere thoroughly.” Said Clarissa. Sarah didn’t stand a chance as seven girls jumped into the pool grabbing her limbs and scrubbing her. She had nothing left that hadn’t been touched. “Now wash everything off.” Said Clarissa. Sarah had no fight left as she suffered her final humiliation of being bathed by girls in front of the entire school. After they were done, Donna dragged Sarah out of the pool by her now ginger hair. “Good, now to dry her.” Said Clarissa. Laura and Louise grabbed towels and dryer Sarah all over. “Good lie down on the floor and spread your baby legs as wide as they will go, I heard a rumour, that you can do the splits, so show everyone here.” Said Clarissa. Sarah did as she was told, her bum and vagina now on total display to cry’s of laughter and jeers. Clarissa got down on all fours between Sarah’s legs. “Now, first things first. Nappy rash cream.” Said Clarissa. “No, please Clarissa, I’m so sorry, please stop.” Sarah begged. “Ha, do you want another spanking?” Asked Clarissa. “No, not that.” Said Sarah. “Then nappy rash cream, it is.” Said Clarissa. “Please.” Begged Sarah. “Shut up bitch.” Said Clarissa. Clarissa slapped Sarah’s already sore bum, and Sarah cried out in surprise as she felt the rash cream being applied. “Now talcum powder baby.” Said Clarissa. “No, please.” Begged Sarah. “I told you to shut it.” Said Clarissa. Clarissa started to apply the talcum powder. Sarah saw some of the students starting to get their phones out. They were starting to film her and take pictures. “Now for the finale, your new nappy.” Said Clarissa. “No, everyone is filming and taking pictures, I’ll forever be a baby to them. Please Clarissa.” Begged Sarah. “Aww are you scared of being a baby forever?” Asked Clarissa. “Please Clarissa, I’ll do anything just not a nappy.” Begged Sarah. “Urm too late. Donna make sure everyone sees our new baby.” Said Clarissa. Donna grabbed Sarah and picked her up in her baby carry. Donna then carried her around the students allowing them all to take pictures, with her. Sarah was completely topless in just a nappy, whilst students laughed and took pictures. Clarissa came over to where Donna held Sarah. “Open wide baby Sarah.” Said Clarissa. Clarissa then shoved a bottle full of babies milk into Sarah’s open mouth. Sarah was completely helpless and turned into a baby. Everyone was laughing. “Ok Donna, time to go.” Said Clarissa. Clarissa and Donna carried Sarah back to Clarissa’s dormitory before setting her down in a crib. “Sweet dreams Little baby.” Said Clarissa. Halloween humiliation part 2 Sarah fell straight to sleep, she didn’t wake till 4pm that same day. When she woke she was still in the crib. She sat up, and looked around. “Aww looks like little babies awake.” Said Clarissa. Clarissa was now wearing a witches costume, Donna looked like an old fashioned nanny. Laura was dressed like the devil. Louise wore a shepherdess costume. Hannah was dressed like a clown with blood spatter across her face. Michelle had a psychiatric hospital nurse costume on, Emily was a zombie, Nicola was dressed up like Mary, Queen of Scots. “Nicola, check the babies nappy, make sure she doesn’t need to be changed.” Said Donna. Nicola walked over to the crib and pulled the back of Sarah’s nappy. “The baby is clean.” Said Nicola. “My name is Sarah.” Spat Sarah. “Oh baby, you do love those spankings. Obviously you need yet another.” Said Clarissa. “No Clarissa. I’m sorry, you can call me baby.” Said Sarah. “Well Looks like baby, can be a good girl after all. Emily get baby, dressed for the party, she can’t go in just her nappy.” Said Clarissa. Emily walked over to the crib and lifted Sarah out. Emily carried Sarah over to the changing table and laid Sarah upon it. She dressed Sarah, in a short black skirt, black leggings, black shoes, then over her top, put a pumpkin, before putting a green hat on her head. “Good Baby, you look just like a pumpkin.” Said Emily. “Good now we’re all ready, Michelle grab babies changing bag and we can go.” Said Clarissa. “Go? Where are we going?” Asked Sarah. “Well first, we’re all going trick or treating, then we’re going to the school party, before going out clubbing. Oh that reminds me, Donna do you have our fake ID’S?” Asked Clarissa. “Yes.” Said Donna, nonchalantly. “No, please, the entire town will see me.” Said Sarah. “That’s the general idea, now let’s go.” Said Clarissa. “Well I’m not moving a muscle.” Said Sarah. “Oh I’m really glad you said that, Baby. It means we can use this.” Said Clarissa. Donna picked Sarah up, and placed her into a pushchair. Donna tried to strap Sarah in, but the skirt was in the way. “Oh just remove her skirt, it’s not like she’s going to need it anyway.” Said Hannah. The girls all giggled as Donna removed Sarah’s skirt, and tied the straps on the pushchair. The straps did up with a key, so Sarah couldn’t escape the pushchair. Although her leggings went over the top of her nappy, you could easily tell she was wearing a bulky nappy. “Please Clarissa, don’t make me go out to the town like this.” Begged Sarah. “You know what, from now on, you are to call us, your mummies. Oh and Baby, I’ve had enough of your begging and pleading, you will drink this, before having a dummy.” Said Clarissa. Clarissa shoved a bottle of milk in Sarah’s mouth, and pushed her out the door. Sarah couldn’t believe her eyes, the school was full of students dressed in costumes. Every student who saw them, all commented on how cute Sarah looked, or asked for pictures. Sarah wished they would all leave her alone. It took ten minutes to leave the school grounds and wait at a train station into town. This was the only way into town, as it was shut off from the school. The train station was teaming with students, all wanted pictures of Sarah, dressed as a pumpkin. “Aww the little baby, is so cute.” Said one girl. “Aww isn’t the baby adorable.” Cooed another girl. “Look at her, sucking on her bottle.” Said one of the boys. Finally the train got in, and Sarah had finished her bottle. Clarissa swapped the bottle for a dummy, sarah wished she was back in her dormitory before any of this had happened to her. The train was an old fashioned steam train, they were using for tonight as it was spookier. It billowed smoke into the air as it went along it’s tracks. After ten minutes they arrived in the centre of town. There were people everywhere, not just students but adults too, and even younger kids. “Let’s start down Benson street.” Said Clarissa. They walked to the outskirts of town. Benson street, was furthest away, north of the town, but it was the main way into town. There were loads of people everywhere, everyone they passed said how cute they thought Sarah looked. Luckily she hadn’t passed anyone she knew yet. They knocked on the first door. Number One Benson Street. A young boy of 13 opened the door. He looked at the group and offered them candy, just then his 15 year old sister came to the door too. She noticed Sarah straight away. “Hey don’t I know you?” She asked Sarah. Sarah looked at the girl, then the boy. Sarah quickly realised she used to babysit the boy. “No, I don’t….” Started Sarah. “Yeah, you used to babysit my brother. Isn’t that right John? Yeah this is the girl you had a massive crush on. She was a right bitch too, she’d constantly be on the phone to her boyfriend. She’d put him to bed early, and she’d humiliate him by making him undress for bed in our living room. Isn’t that right John?” Asked the girl. “Urm, I’m not sure, she looks kinda of different Agnes.” Said John. “What was that girls name John?” Asked Agnes. “Urm Sarah. Sarah Barnes.” Said John. At that moment Sarah felt the urge to pee. She looked up at Donna, to try and get her attention. “Oh, this is Sarah Barnes, but we just call her baby.” Said Clarissa. “Oh, this is a dream come true, isn’t it John? The girl who humiliated you, is herself being humiliated.” Said Agnes. Sarah could only listen to Agnes, as the dummy was in her mouth stopping her speech. “I don’t suppose you have time to come in for a bit?” Asked Agnes. Sarah started to squirm as her need for the toilet became more desperate. “Urm, unfortunately we have a lot to do tonight. Perhaps another time?” Said Clarissa. Sarah tried crossing her legs which isn’t easy in a pushchair. Donna noticed, how much Sarah was squirming and wiggling. “Little baby, do you need the toilet?” Asked Donna. Sarah nodded. “Clarissa, you know we have time we could stop for a bit.” Said Donna. “What do you mean Donna?” Asked Clarissa. “Well it looks like someone is going to need a change real soon, and indoors is better then outdoors.” Said Donna. Agnes and Clarissa both stared at Sarah, like Christmas had come early. “You know what Agnes, we have time after all, in fact why don’t you invite over, others, little Baby Sarah babysat. I’m sure she’d be glad of the reunion.” Said Clarissa slyly. The girls all went inside. John accompanied them. He didn’t take his eyes of Sarah. “Let me go make you some hot chocolate, it’s nippy outside. The little girl can play on the rug.” Said Agnes. Donna undid the pushchair, and Sarah tried to run to the bathroom, only to be hoisted into the air by her leggings. “Naughty Baby, since you so desperately need the toilet let’s help you get ready.” Said Donna. Sarah didn’t like the sound of that. Donna slowly lowered Sarah to the living room floor, then before Sarah could blink her leggings were around her ankles. Sarah’s bare legs and nappy on display to the boy she used to babysit. Sarah tried to cover the nappy with both her arms, she even pulled the pumpkin top lower. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, little baby.” With that said, Donna started to tickle Sarah. Sarah started to laugh uncontrollably, not only that, she lost control of her bladder, she immediately started to pee. “Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm.” Mumbled Sarah through her dummy. Sarah’s cheeks were bright red. Donna stopped tickling her. “Hmm let’s take your leggings completely off shall we?” Said Clarissa. Donna grabbed Sarah’s ankles and hoisted her high into the air, by her ankles, as Clarissa removed Sarah’s, leggings. Sarah was still in the middle of wetting herself, and now she was upside down, the pee was no longer going into her nappy but into her pumpkin top. At that moment Agnes returned from the kitchen to see Sarah dangling upside down by her ankles, peeing herself. “What on earth?” Exclaimed Agnes. John was looking on stunned. “Don’t worry, I’ve an idea.” Said Clarissa. Clarissa grabbed the changing bag, and took out a changing mat, placing it across the floor. Donna placed Sarah on the mat. Clarissa kneeled down between Sarah’s legs. Sarah couldn’t believe that a sixteen year old girl, like herself, had just peed herself. Clarissa put her hands on the tapes of the nappy. Sarah realising her vagina was about to be exposed to her ex-charge, and his sister tried to scramble away. Nicola, and Emily quickly grabbed Sarah’s arms, and held her in place. “Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm” screamed Sarah through her dummy. Then the air was rent with a ripping sound. Sarah could only look up at the nappy, that was in Clarissa’s hands ripped beyond repair. Sarah continued to watch as Clarissa quickly stuffed the damaged nappy into a nappy sack. “Oh dear Baby, you’re pumpkin is wet as well, that’ll have to come off as well.” Said Clarissa. “Wow, my babysitter is bottomless.” Said a stunned John, staring at Sarah’s bare pussy. “I’m shocked, she’s as bald as a baby!! Where’s her pubic hair?” Asked Agnes. “Mmmmmnnnnnnnoooooooo.” Finally Sarah was able to spit the dummy out. “Quickly Emily and Nicky, let’s get the pumpkin off.” Said Clarissa. “Nooo, stop, please.” Begged Sarah. Sarah was completely bottomless now struggling to keep her top on. Sarah knew she wasn’t wearing anything underneath and that she’d be completely naked if the pumpkin went. “Here let’s give you a hand.” Said Agnes. She jumped onto Sarah’s lower half pinning her to the floor. Emily and Nicola pulled the top higher and higher, as Clarissa also helped by holding onto Sarah’s legs. “Noooooo, let me go. Please no, I’m begging you, I don’t want to be naked.” Screamed Sarah. “Naked, why would you be naked?” Asked Agnes. Donna and Hannah came over and grabbed hold of the pumpkin top. “Well she’s not wearing anything under it, long story, let’s give you a hand.” Said Donna. 5 seconds later Sarah’s pumpkin was removed, leaving the poor girl completely naked. Sarah Screamed now free of all those trying to strip her, made a dash for the hallway to go upstairs. She got into the hallway just as the front door opened. Halloween humiliation part 3 “Sarah??” Asked a confused Adam Devojka, Agnes and John’s dad. “Argh,” screamed Sarah, as she covered her naked body with her hands. “What on earth are?” Asked Adam. Just then Emily and Agnes ran around the corner. “What on earth is going on here girls?” Asked Adam. “She wet herself, and before we could change her into her clean clothes, she ran off.” Said Agnes. “Is this true, Sarah?” Asked Adam. “Urm..” started Sarah Just then Clarissa walked around the corner, carrying a bunch of clean clothes. “Yes, here are her clothes. She also shouted about wanting to show the world her naked body.” Said Clarissa pretending to start crying. “Sarah, I asked you a question.” Said Mr. Devojka. “No, I don’t want to show anyone my naked body,” said Sarah stubbornly. “That’s not what I asked. Did you wet yourself, in front of my daughter.” Said Adam. “There lying.” Said Sarah. “Then tell me the truth Sarah.” Said Adam. Just then John appeared. “Did you wet yourself, in front of everyone including my son and daughter?” Asked Adam. “Well yes but..” said Sarah. “And did you run off before they could dress you?” Asked Adam. “Well, yes, but…” said Sarah. “What exactly have they lied about?” Asked Adam. “Urm, er….” Stammered Sarah. “It seems to me, your the liar, trying to get everyone else in trouble. Well since you want to show the world let’s go.” Said Mr. Devojka. “Go? Go where?” Asked Sarah confused. Adam tightly grabbed, Sarah’s wrist, and frog marched her quickly to the front door. “No wait, please, I’m naked.” Begged Sarah. “You wanted to show the world so now, that’s exactly what we’re going to do.” Said Adam. “Here dad, maybe these will help? They came with John’s costume.” Said Agnes. Agnes handed her dad a set of handcuffs. He pulled Sarah’s hands behind her back, and locked them in place. Sarah couldn’t cover a thing, and next thing she knew she was being walked down the street, bare naked. The street was absolutely crowded with trick or treaters in costume. Sarah couldn’t recognise anybody, but she could hear their laughter and clicks from mobile phones taking everlasting pictures of her naked body. Sarah wanted to crawl in a hole and disappear, but unfortunately that was never going to happen. The streets got busier and busier the closer to the town centre they got. The laughter and cheers intensified with every step. As did the camera flashes and clicks, Sarah knew her cheeks must’ve been redder then her hair as the people surrounding them intensified and got denser. “Look, how small her breasts are.” Shouted a girl. Because of the costumes people wore Sarah didn’t know who was who. “Wow, she literally has no hair down there.” Said a boy. “What a little baby.” Shouted another girl. “My brother has bigger tits then that.” Shouted another girl. The taunts followed Sarah all the way to the centre of town. When they arrived, at the centre of town, there was a twenty foot high bonfire burning in the centre. It must’ve been twenty foot around the edges too, and a massive makeshift stage was built, in front of the fire. It looked eerie as Adam and Sarah approached the stage. “Please, take me back, I’ve learnt my lesson. I’m really sorry for lying.” Begged Sarah. “WELCOME, Ladies and Gentlemen, to the Halloween bonfire. Here in the stocks we have three witches who have been tried and convicted of using witchcraft against the people of this good town. They can be set free, if a virgin sacrifices herself in place of their freedom. I’m Lord Davenport, and I will let you decide.” Said The Lord. “I have a lying little girl right here. Her name is Sarah Barnes, she’s sixteen and willing gives herself to be sacrificed.” Shouted Adam so everyone could here. “Please Adam, the whole town is here, everyone will see me naked. Aren’t I punished enough for one night?” Asked Sarah. “Oh come on Sarah, you wanted to show the world what you got. Or haven’t got, haha.” Said Adam laughing at his own joke. “Then if that is her crime, SARAH BARNES, shall pay the price. Get the Little Girl into the stocks.” Said the Lord. Sarah was grabbed by two women, who pulled her over to a wooden frame. It was much taller and wider then her, and had metal shackles attached at each corner. Sarah struggled against her captors, but once they got her left hand cuffed into the top left cuff, it was over. Sarah had her right hand cuffed next, then her feet. Sarah was now spread eagled in front of everyone. Sarah had no secrets left hidden from the town. Everyone could clearly see every inch of her, lit up eerily by the massive bonfire behind her. The Lord smirked, in the exact same way Clarissa would. The Lord must’ve been Clarissa’s dad, no wonder she was now bound in front of the entire town. “We still need a virgin to pay.” Shouted the Lord. “Wait Lord, SARAH BARNES IS A VIRGIN.” Shouted one of the women who had just cuffed Sarah. “What’s this I hear, come up here and say that twice more into the microphone.” Said the Lord. Sarah could see, the Lord was loving, this turn of events, having the girl who cheated on his daughter strapped up naked in front of the entire town. Her tiny breasts and bald pussy on display. “Sarah Barnes is a virgin, Sarah Barnes is a virgin. Sarah Barnes is a virgin.” Shouted the woman across the microphone making sure everyone heard. Sarah was now completely beet red, how did that woman know? “How do you know?” Asked The Lord. That’s what I want to know. Thought Sarah. “I’ll show you My Lord, I’ll show everyone with your permission of course.” Said the woman. “Hmm, yes I think every single person wants to see this.” Said the Lord. The woman walked up to Sarah. Sarah watched her intrepidly, as the woman walked right next to her. “Like this my Lord.” Said the woman. With that, the woman got down on her knees behind Sarah, and reached around to Sarah’s pussy lips, pulling both lips wide apart. Sarah couldn’t do a thing as her sex became wide open for everyone to see her most intimate body parts. But it got even worse. “This my Lord is Sarah’s, pussy, usually it’s closed but I need it open like this. This is Sarah’s clitoris, this is her vaginal passage, and this is her hymen still fully intact. It means she’s not been deeply penetrated yet. She’s not even masturbated.” Said the woman. “That’s a lie, I have..” screamed Sarah before realising what she was saying. “See my Lord, a born liar. The little girl deserves her punishment.” Said Mr. Devojka. “Please, I’ve been punished enough. This has been the most humiliating day of my life.” Cried Sarah. “More lies.” Shouted the other woman. “Then she deserves to be sacrificed to set the witches free.” Said The Lord. “No please, what are you going to do to me?” Screamed Sarah terrified. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK “Arghhhhhh.” Screamed Sarah. “One.” Shouted the Lord. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK “Two.” Shouted the Lord. “Owwww, please, what are you hitting my bum with that really hurts.” Screamed Sarah in agony. “The only way to free the witches, is to use the cat o' nine tails, nine times on a virgins bared bottom. Followed by nine people, spanking the bare bottom nine times.” Said the Lord. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK “Three.” Shouted the woman next to Sarah. “Owwwww.” Screamed Sarah. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK “Four.” Shouted the woman who was holding her pussy open. “No please, I’ll be a good girl.” Sarah started to beg. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK “Five.” Shouted the Lord. “Owww. Please I’m sorry, I cheated on Clarissa with Gary.” Screamed Sarah. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK “Six.” Shouted the Lord. “Owwwwwww, I’m sorry I wet myself.” Screamed Sarah, tears rolling down her cheeks from the pain. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK “Seven.” Shouted the Lord. “Owwwwww, I’m sorry I lied.” Screamed Sarah. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK “Eight.” Shouted the Lord. “Owwwww, I’m the biggest slut in this town, I flirted with other girls, guys. I stuck my tongue down their throats to make their girls jealous. I wore short skirts to get their attention.” Screamed Sarah, confessing to everything she had ever done, to try and stop the relentless attack on her backside. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK “Nine.” Shouted the Lord. “Owwww, I’m so so sorry, im just a big baby. Im so very sorry.” Cried Sarah. SMACK “One.” Shouted the Lord, as the first man spanked her. “Two.” Shouted the Lord. The first man gave Sarah, nine spanks on her already extremely sore bum. Then the second man, gave Sarah his nine. And so on, till all nine men had given Sarah, her extreme spanking. “The witches are free.” Shouted the Lord. The women set the witches free. Halloween humiliation part 4 Suddenly the scene in front of Sarah completely froze. Sarah looked at all the people frozen but still staring at her naked body. What made Sarah jump the most was the three witches staring at her naked body. They weren’t there a second ago, they were moving as well, surveying her. “W-what, do you want?” Asked Sarah nervously. “You little girl. You set us free.” Cackled the first woman. “We want to thank you, little girl.” Said the second witch. “We have decided to reward your sacrifice. We will give you a wish each.” Said the third witch. “A wish each?” Asked Sarah. “Yes. But choose wisely, as a wish is not to be taken lightly. We can grant wishes, but sometimes not all wishes are as straight forward as they seem.” Said the first witch. “For example, one girl had her cat run over by a truck. She wished for him to be returned.” Said the second witch. “So, we returned his mangled body to her. For some reason she wasn’t happy with this.” Said the third witch. “Can you do anything I wish?” I asked. “Yes Sarah.” Said the first witch. “Apart from change your body, that I’m afraid is beyond even us.” Said the second witch. “Ok, then I wish to be dressed.” I said. “Your wish is our command.” Said the third witch. I found myself wearing a beautiful pink dress, with matching heels, I looked hot but my chest was still flat. “I know you can’t give me a bigger chest, so I wish for flesh coloured padding that is totally unnoticeable.” I said. “Your wish is our command.” Said the first witch. I looked down and my chest had grown to a D cup. “Impressive, for my last wish. Hmm, what I really want is to start this day over.” I said. “Your wish is our command.” Said the second witch. Suddenly the bonfire, and all the people swirled around me, and it all vanished. I fell unconscious and landed on the floor. I woke to find myself back in the laundry room of school. “Just a warning child, if you change events of today, your tomorrow will disappear.” Said the three witches voices in unison. After the day I just had, having tomorrow disappear didn’t seem like a bad choice. Instead of putting my laundry in the machine I walked back to my dormitory to take a nap.

Helene's First Time byeatoure© "What made you say that?" demanded Helene, her bright blue eyes flashing as she leaned over the table at him. The music from the college bar's sound system kept her words from being overheard. "How could you?"  David had never seen her angry like this. He instantly and completely regretted making that crack about "late bloomers, like you" but he had been nervous. He knew what she wanted tonight. After weeks of casual dating and then great kissing, Helene was coming onto him, rather than the other way around. She had insisted on going to a romantic movie, and for the first time ever, when he picked her up she was wearing a skirt and a blouse. Her ponytail was gone and he noticed for the first time that she had let her hair grow out during the summer, because once it fell almost down to her shoulders. On her small frame, the clothes looked a size too large. Of course, she didn't wear a bra -- no need. Now she was leaning toward him and he could see down her blouse to her pink nipples sitting in the middle of pink quarter-sized areolas, sitting on the pale skin of a breast no bigger than a cookie. Nipples he just knew he would never see again.  "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything...." David said in a shaky voice, clearly upset. He had been attracted to Helen since he met her, replacing the detergent stock at her father's laundramat, because he felt safe around her. Tiny, never dressed up, no figure, little pony-tail, but a pretty, feminine face and a bright smile that lit up the room. Now all of a sudden she was acting like a young woman of 19, which she was. She wanted more from him: she was expecting him to act like a man with experience.  Helene, without saying it, had made it clear to him without using words that she wanted to lose her virginity to him tonight.  What Helene did not understand was that David had only had something like sex twice before, if sex is defined by technical penetration and if duration is not counted. She was asking a near-virgin to do it, to take her virginity.  All through the movie he had been asking himself: How can I bust her cherry and make her feel like a woman when I still feel like a boy? I want to do it but I don't know if I can do it right. I get an erection around her but it goes away again when we stop kissing, not like the ones I get when I look at porn. I don't have a rubber with me. What if I make her pregnant? Will I have to marry her and drop out to do programming to support us because Dad won't give me money? Meanwhile, he was chattering on about nothing, feeling uncomfortable and not himself tonight.  It was a Freudian slip, pure and simple, and in making it David had inadvertently told her to her face that he thought her body was underdeveloped. Helene was getting more and more exasperated as David tried to get out of the hole he had dug for himself.  It was so wrong, Helene thought to herself as he rambled on, lamely, trying to salvage the situation. A year ago I didn't have boobs. Now they're here and tho I may never make it to a B cup, at least I've got 'em. My hips were like a boy's last year and today when I look in the mirror I see the beginning of a curve. And I've had pubic hair for three years -- maybe not a lot but at least it's not bare down there.  "Helene," David was pleading now, "I think your body is hot! You've got a real tight ass!" This was so bogus, Helen thought. She had a small, flat butt, just like everyone who had been on the girl's swim team. Besides, "tight ass" is not a compliment.  "David," Helene interrupted, firmly. "Go back to your computers. This isn't working. Girls from town shouldn't date guys from the college. We don't have anything in common." She was thinking to herself, this was my mistake. I was so impressed that he would ask me out, a townie girl, that I really believed it could work out, even with a geek. Of course, the guys she actually had something in common with were always just pals. They were glad to see her but would never see her the way she wanted to be seen.  David whined a bit but saw right away that he was not going to change her mind. His big chance had gone. On the other hand, he had seen her tits, so the night was not a total loss. Speaking of tits, he had heard that there was a "tits out" party, at an old farmhouse a ways out of town. His friends would be there -- they would help him get over the breakup. So at least he had somewhere else to go tonight and sulk. [Interested readers may wish to check out "Felicity Gets Fondled" for what happened to David next.] He mumbled a good-bye and left abruptly. Helene kept her face expressionless as he got up and walked out of the bar, but after he was gone, she was crestfallen. David was the only guy who had ever asked her out on a real date -- the only boyfriend she had ever had.  She moped for another few minutes in the bar, nearly empty with the students away for the summer, and then decided to take her beer to the bar. As she sat demurely on a stool at one end of the bar, three of the men at the other end there looked quizzically at each other and at the bartender. How did jailbait get in? Forged driver's license?  "Yeah, I know she looks underage," said the bartender. "But I know her and she's legal." The men arched their eyebrows. They didn't believe him. After he finished pouring, the bartender came over to Helene.  "Hey, Popcorn!" Helene didn't react to her childhood nickname. It wasn't cute or amusing anymore, at least to her, but she was used to it. "Hi, Freddie!" Freddie was two years older than Helene, so they had only overlapped for a year in high school. After graduation, Freddie had gone straight to work. In a way, so did Helene but she was just taking a year off before going to college. Freddie was never going to college. "Slow night?" Obviously. She just felt a need to talk to someone now, even if Freddie was way out of her league. In high school he had been the teen heartthrob.  "So, what was that all about?" Freddie asked. "I saw you telling off your date and then he stomped out of here. Didn't even pay for your beers before he left." "Nerd Boy would do that. Living in his own world." Helene was glad for the moral support but still felt regretful. "It's ok, I guess. It's not like we were going to get married or anything." The "not anything" was not true and Helene knew it. She may not have planned to marry him but she had been counting on him to carry her over the threshold of sex.  "Well, you can do better," Freddie said emptily, not really believing the words as he spoke them. After all, it wasn't like Helene was a babe. She had a pretty face and that was it: not hot. When Helene had come into the bar before, it was always with a posse, never before with a date. She always said hi to him but they weren't friends or anything. And come to think of it, he hadn't seen her in there for a few months.  "Yeah. I've got 'em lining up around the block." Helene. She knew perfectly well that she came across as sexless to guys. That never bothered her before she started going out with David. Then she started wanting more and a few days ago she decided to get it.  "Aren't you going off to State, someone told me."  "I took a year off to help Dad while he was in the hospital. He's almost done with his treatments now and he's doing great. Time for me to go back to school." That was only half true. Even before her father's diagnosis, Helene had already decided to take the year off. She didn't want to start college looking like a teenager, but it looked like that was going to happen anyway. All through school she had been the youngest kid in class, because of her late birthday. For a girl who was slow to develop anyway, it made it even harder. Good thing she was bright and made good grades. Even better that she could swim because that was the one sport where she had a natural advantage. She was always training and had grown strong despite her diminutive size. It kept her busy and out of trouble. Whenever she went to a meet, the other team underestimated her, because she looked so young, until the coaches started to catch on. She had won a lot of medals as an underdog and that made her popular with the cool kids, who otherwise would never want to hang out with her. She was kinda the school mascot by the time she graduated, but she knew that only made her ok, not cool. She desperately wanted that kid stuff to end and she didn't want to start her freshman year as the only virgin at State.  "That's great!" Freddie said, distractedly. He was bored. He liked action and he liked to flirt with girls at the bar. Nothing was happening tonight. Not like the old days, when he used to be a player. His black hair, droopy eyelids, square jaw, broad chest, and narrow hips were all the girls saw back then and made up for a lot else that was missing, like brains and personality.  "Yeah. I learned a lot about business this year. I can run a laundramat single-handed! Bookkeeping, inventory, and everything. That should help when I start business classes over at State." Helene sipped her beer. She was talking just for the sake of talking. "The kids at College don't learn the practical stuff. They figure they'll inherit Daddy's company and someone will manage it for them."  "Hey, you look nice tonight." Freddie said halfheartedly, just noticing. It was the only time he had ever seen her wearing anything but jeans and T-shirt and a bulky sweater. When she leaned back, Freddie could see little bumps on her chest. He hadn't known she even had nipples.  "Thanks. I dressed up for that geek. Tonight was going to be a big night for us." "You think he was going to pop the question?" Freddie was only half listening and had missed Helene's remark that she never expected to marry David. He was running a glass of soda water for himself while he watched the group of men at the other end of the bar, to see if they wanted service. I can't believe I'm stuck in this dead-end job, jumping around for tips, he thought to himself. He started to sip the water. He would rather have had a beer but he couldn't drink on the job.  "Hell no." Helene said. "He was going to pop my cherry."  Freddie snorted and some water went up through his nose. He was coughing and spitting and it took him a minute to get his composure back.  "Sorry, Freddie!" "That's -- that's -- hoh kay." He sputtered. The men at the other end of the bar were looking at him. What's going on between the loser barkeep and the titless wonder?, he thought they were thinking. "Did I hear right? Did you say he was going to pop your cherry? Was he like pushing for it?" Freddie found that hard to imagine.  "I wanted to give it up to him. Not that he was anything special." Helene was kinda lying to cover herself -- of course he was special because he was the only guy who had ever asked her out. "But I don't date much" (like at all) "and he wanted to get into my pants in the worst way" (she wished) "and I kinda decided that tonight was the night I'd lose my virginity at last." The "at last" part was meant to remind Freddie that she was a lot older than she looked. It had not escaped her notice that Freddie had complimented her on her looks just a couple minutes before. That was a very good sign, she thought.  "Geez," Freddie said. "I never knew it was so hard." Back in high school, Freddie had gotten all he could handle but he wasn't doing so well these days. Girls liked his looks but because he obviously wasn't going anywhere in life and didn't have money to spend on them they lost interest fast.  "Yeah, well, you had the looks and you had the balls. Girls threw themselves at your feet." Freddie winced a bit because Helene was using the past tense. "I looked like a junior high kid. Nobody was interested -- until Nerd Boy and now he's gone."  The men at the other end of the bar called Freddie over to settle the tab. They left and Freddie and Helene were alone in the bar.  "Freddie," Helene said, to get his attention. She twisted a lock of her brown hair. Freddie was not too bright. He did not see it coming.  "Freddie, I'm kinda in a bind now. I was all worked up and excited and now it's not going to happen. At least with David." Freddie was still clueless.  "Freddie," Helene said, in near desperation. "Freddie, come home with me tonight and fuck me. I need this."  For once, Freddie was speechless.  "Freddie, just do me tonight. I had it all planned - this was going to be the end of my virginity. Now I'm high and dry. I need to go forward. I can't be the only virgin at State next month." Freddie stayed quiet.  "I'm serious! No complications! No relationship issues. Just bang me and walk away. You'd be doing me the biggest favor ever!"  Freddie still did not know what to say, so he said "Are you sure?" as if she would have said something like that as a joke. "Where would we go?" he asked, as if this was a big obstacle. There were lots of places they could go, starting with the back room of the bar, where the owner hosted VIP parties. Freddie was really stalling for time to figure out what he would do.  "We can do it at my house. My parents are in the city. Dad had his last chemo yesterday and they're staying the weekend to celebrate. They won't be back until tomorrow night." Truthfully, Freddie had no real objection. Sex was sex and deflowering a virgin was always a treat. But Helene??? It didn't feel right. Still, it had been three weeks since his last fuck, a long dry spell for Freddie. Here was a girl (emphasis on girl, not woman) telling him in advance she would put out for him. How could he turn her down if she was asking for it? On the other hand, how much fun was a mercy fuck? Well, on the whole more fun than no fuck at all, he decided.  "OK," he lied. "Dan told me I could close up early if the place was empty at midnight." Dan was the owner and it was almost midnight. "Where do you live?" Although they went to the same school they had not been friends and he had no idea where she lived.  "It's hard to find," she exaggerated. "I should drive."  Freddie brooded about this whole thing while he closed the bar down. He wiped down the counter, put the chairs upside down on the tables, cleared the till and put the take and the tips jar in the safe, and turned the lights out.  Damn, he thought. He had not even got so much as a boner talking to Helene and usually his dick bounced up and down all the time while he talked to a girl. Maybe this wasn't a good idea..... He went out the back and locked the door behind him. Helene was sitting in her little blue Nissan and as he walked toward her she turned the ignition and headlights on. He glanced at his own car, a beater parked in the far corner, and wished for a moment he could hop in and take off in the other direction.  He went around to the passenger side and got in. The car smelled of laundry detergent. He had to adjust the seat to make room for his legs. An empty cardboard box in the back gave way with a crunch. Helene's customized seat was permanently locked as high and as far forward as it could possibly go, with a tilt to the modified bucket seat. Nobody drove this car but Helene. Her father had fixed it so that she could sit up enough to drive safely and her feet would still reach the pedals.  They drove silently to her parent's home, a neat two-story model in a nice but not expensive or fashionable neighborhood. She used the remote garage door opener, for which he was grateful. She didn't want the neighbors to see and he would be chagrined if his homies -- and even more, his girlfriends -- saw him with Popcorn. Robbing the cradle, are we? they would say. A little desperate? Helene literally hopped out of her seat after the garage door closed and led him into the house.  "Nice place," Freddie said, honestly, thinking how the clean and tidy her home looked and how different it was from where he grew up, on the other side of town. Or for that matter, his trashy apartment.  "Over here," Helene directed him, steering him away from the living room and the stairs that led to the bedrooms. She turned on the light to the guest room, which had its own bathroom. She wasn't going to let him see her room, all pink and frilly and girly, despite her usual tomboy appearance. That was her dream room, where she lay for hours thinking about becoming a woman. She wasn't going to lose her virginity in the bed where she dreamed. And she wasn't about to do it in her parent's bed. The guest room was perfect and she could clean it up easily before they got home.  "Kiss me!" Helene had turned toward him as they walked in. He leaned over and did as she asked, without real enthusiasm at first, and then warmed up to it. She was a fabulous kisser! Who knew? Between deep, forceful kisses, she nibbled on his neck, her hands on his shoulders and sometimes caressing his face. Damn! Freddie thought. She's making the same moves on me that I should be doing to her! She had slipped a mint in her mouth sometime between the bar and the house, so there was no beer taste on her lips. He could smell the light scent of perfume in her hair -- she smelled sweet and feminine. He noticed that he was getting an erection.  Helene detached her mouth from him, said, "I'll just be a minute" and disappeared into the bathroom.  Freddie looked at the bed. Helene's kisses felt nice, he decided, and if she wasn't his type, it wouldn't matter with the lights out and under the covers. Well, he was sure he could keep it up one way or another. Really, all he had to do was think back to one of the hot fucks with that waitress a couple of months ago and he was sure he would get wood so he could go through the motions and satisfy Helene. Now that he was here and committed, he would do his duty.  He heard the toilet flush and the water run but it did not take long before she came out, carrying her clothes neatly folded. She was dressed in a pink, babydoll-style negligee. Freddie could not appreciate its fine points but the effect was not lost on him. The breast cups had been removed, tightened, and replaced with flat lace panels, so that her less-than-A cup breasts and little nipples pushed out the fabric provocatively. Even though it had been the smallest size in that model, she had taken it apart and using her skills as a seamstress had sew it back together so that it fit her chest so well that it could have been designed for her. Her white legs were thin but she had more shape to her calves than he would have expected, had he given her legs any thought -- he had forgotten that she was a champion swimmer. She looked better and more like a woman, with her hair down, than he would ever have imagined.  "Your turn!" she chirped, with a smile on her face. She added, pointedly, "There's a fresh toothbrush in the water glass!" She put her small open purse on the side table by the bed and then, for some reason, squatted and put her clothes on the floor by the door, neatly folded panties on top. If she had leaned over, he could have seen her ass, but she didn't.  He dutifully went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up. In fact, he took a shower, which greatly amused Helene, hearing the water run on the other side of the wall. When he came out, he had his pants on but his shirt was unbuttoned. He had a smooth, hairless chest.  "Come sit beside me!" Helene was sitting on a loveseat facing the bed. There was a CD player on the side table, an old-fashioned boom box, that he hadn't noticed before. It was playing softly, old Barry Manilow songs.  He sat down and she snuggled next to him, stroking his exposed chest with her little fingers. He put his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, then let his hand caress her arm. This was really weird, he thought. Something about her was making him feel protective but horny at the same time. He had a big erection, bigger than he usually got while the girl he was with still had clothes on. He was beginning to enjoy this.  After a while, she lifted her head and kissed him again. She moved position to sit on his lap -- she didn't weigh a whole lot, he noticed -- and they necked for a long time, his hands roaming over her barely-clad body and her naked legs while she felt his shoulders and pecs. Presently he slipped his hand under the negligee and discovered something he should have noticed from the beginning -- she wasn't wearing panties. He let her lean back, languidly, as he stroked around and over her sparsely-haired pussy, pausing now and again to tug on her very small labia, which made her moan and bury her face in his neck. Then, finally, he put his finger over her entrance and curled it up, finding the little nub of her clit. The rest of her may have been small, but Helene's pearl was easy to find and large enough to stroke around with the pad of his finger. She was panting now and her eyes were closed.  As for himself, Freddie was surprised to find that he had kept his boner all this time. Popcorn was surprising him. Not only was she so willing that she was seducing him, for a change, but being with her was more erotic than he ever would have guessed.  It didn't take long for his manipulation of her clit to bring her off. Helene gasped a couple of times, her face flushed, and Freddie could see her neck and chest turn pink. He moved his finger until the tip was just inside her. He wasn't going to risk inserting his finger up to her maidenhead, not just yet. Work up to it, he thought, after she relaxed. She jerked a few times on his finger and then slumped over. Freddie thought she looked beautiful in that moment, draped over his arm, pale as moonlight, legs willingly apart. His finger brushed across her hole and he felt that she was wet. He brought his finger to his mouth -- she tasted sweet and fresh.  "Freddie, that was fantastic!" she murmured, eyes still closed. You are the first person ever to make me cum besides myself! You did it just like I do myself!" Hearing that, Freddie was very pleased with himself. "Now, let's get some of those clothes off you!" Helene stood up, looking very small, very white, and very vulnerable.  Freddie stayed sitting while Helene pulled his shirt off. She seemed to like his chest and shoulders and spent a lot of time kissing him on the neck, around his flat male nipples, and feeling his pecs. She was a swimmer and she hung around with swimmers, so she liked men with strong arms and without hair, but she didn't tell him that.  When he stood up, she didn't have to get on her knees to unzip his fly and reach in, giggling as she measured his length and girth with her fingers, and then proceeding to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down. He had taken his shorts off and left them in the bathroom, so his cock sprang up enthusiastically.  Helene stepped back and sat on the bed, pulling him toward her by his hips. For the longest time, she fondled his balls, stroked his dick, and ran her fingers all through this crotch, as if memorizing where everything fit together.  "What are you doing, Popcorn?" said Freddie.  "I'm learning how guys work. I haven't had much experience with penises -- only reading books and porn. I've got a lot of catching up to do." she said. Then she took him into her mouth.  Freddie thought he was going to lose it right there. Her talent for cocksucking was equal to her passion for kissing, and involved the same highly refined skills. He had to gasp. Her abilities were amazing, a symphony of stimulation incorporating a full repertoire of variable suction, tongue action, and deep swallowing that would have done justice to a pro. She kept going for what seemed like an hour, stopping to hold him in her mouth when his breathing got ragged and then starting up again, with her tiny hands working his ballsack, when he calmed down. He was speechless.  Then she made a slight miscalculation while he was deep in her throat and didn't stop at a moment that he was exerting the last ounce of self control. He came, pulling back slightly, and flooded her mouth with his seed. She continued sucking and got most of it even though a little drooled out of the corner of her mouth and dripped onto the bodice of the negligee, just above her left tit.  "That was fantastic!" Freddie said, after he got his breath back. "Where did you learn to do that?" Helene gave him a crooked smile. "I figure that fellatio is an essential skill for today's modern woman. Until tonight I never did it for real. I've been practicing for years on cucumbers. I watched dirty movies in my Dad's porn stash (he doesn't hide it very well) and I read up in sex books and on the internet. I also got Kiki to tell me how she does it." (Kiki was the town slut.) She licked her lips. "You taste salty but good: like béchamel sauce." In high school, Helene had been a good student, getting mostly A's in college prep classes. Freddie suddenly felt like her chemistry lab project.  At a loss for something to say, he fell back on a joke: "Well, Popcorn, I've shown you mine, so now it's time for you to show me yours!" Helene laughed and fell back on the bed with a plop, leaving her legs dangling over the edge while flipping up the edge of the babydoll to expose her pussy. Freddie saw his chance and immediately dived, planting his mouth directly over her hole and licking forward and around her full-sized, sensitive clit. Helene shuddered but relaxed into it and let him caress her with his tongue, inside and out, and lap at her now-freely flowing juice -- there was no danger of him rupturing her hymen with his tongue before he got a chance to do it with his dick! It felt so good to her! Even better -- much better! -- than what he did with his fingers, and with all the stimulation it wasn't long before she spilled into another deep orgasm, intense and rolling, moving her to rock her pelvis in time with the contractions. It was the most intense orgasm of her young life so far and through her spasming pleasure she thought to herself that even if this was all they did tonight it was damned well worth the embarrassment of having to ask for it. But she was sure that the best was yet to come!  As she came down from her high she realized that she had got herself wet. No -- matter the bedspread was washable. She had also put towels down under the bedspread, above and below the sheets, to catch the blood she expected to leave behind soon.  Freddie's face was still buried in her pussy, smeared with juice, and he could feel the tremors of her orgasm on his tongue. He had got an even better smell and taste this time and liked it. He didn't know what he would have expected before -- he hadn't thought about it -- but she was delicious. He had gone down on a lot of women, many of them younger in age than Popcorn here, but none of them so sweet and fragrant.  "You're juicy," Freddie observed. "Real nice. Your nectar is sweet!" He thought that sounded poetic.  Helene's face turned bright pink and giggled nervously. She was not used to having a discussion about the quality and esthetics of her vaginal secretions. Seeing her blush, Freddie figured he should drop this line of conversation.  "Now who's wearing too many clothes?" Freddie then asked as he crawled, naked, up on the bed and on top of her. "It's time to lose this....." He flicked the fabric of the negligee with his finger. Giggling, Helene sat up and let him pull the skimpy babydoll over her head, so that they were both naked. Her skin was very white and she looked like she was made of ivory with pink icing where her breasts should be and cherries for nipples.  "Let's get under the covers!" Helene said. "We can turn out the light." "No." Freddie insisted. "Let's pull the covers back and keep the light on!" He wanted the visual experience now. Surprisingly, he wanted to see more of naked body.  "You horny bastard!" she teased, secretly pleased that he wanted to look at her. They took a break and pulled down the covers, throwing the bedspread to the side, and climbed back on. Freddie noticed the towels. Boy, she's prepared -- I've never seen a girl so ready! He didn't know it but she had even put a blue plastic tarp from the garage between the towels under the sheet and the mattress. That explained the slight crinkly feeling under them as they clambered around on the bed.  Freddie lunged at her and pinned her to the bed. Helene squealed but stopped abruptly when she felt his penis sliding up the inside of her thigh and starting to rub in her crotch.  "Freddie," she said. "Aren't you forgetting something?" "What?" "You're bareback." She had read the word many times in porn. Given Freddie's proclivity for promiscuous sex, it was a little alarming that he did this.  "Oh. You don't want the full experience, then, Popcorn?" "Freddie, don't be silly. I'm horny and I'm really enjoying this but I'm going to stop right now if you don't put a condom on." Freddie had fucked half the girls in her class before graduation. Since graduation, he was working his way through the second half and she bet she was the last on the list. She was not interested in starting college with someone's sexually transmitted disease.  "I didn't bring any. I didn't know I'd be doing this!" "Don't panic. Look in my purse." There, in her purse beside the bed, was a pack of 12 condoms.  "You must have had big plans for Nerd Boy to get so many," Freddie observed as he slid one on his dick, resignedly.  "I'm not planning on this being my last fuck, and they're cheaper by the dozen." She reached down and playfully tugged on his dick, which was starting to get soft.  "Now do me, before I change my mind!" She put their little misunderstanding behind them and prepared to surrender herself. And do her he did! He started by kissing her again and feeling up her chest and sucking on her nipples and touching her just about everywhere, to get back his hard-on to get her wet again. Soon he was sporting an epic boner, knowing that in just a minute or so he would be initiating the most virginal virgin he had even known. Helene was moaning and murmuring "yes" as he played with her, getting her hot, getting her ready. Then he moved into position over her.  She felt very warm and snug below him as she prepared to be mounted. She was glad he took the time to prepare her. She felt relaxed and ready.  He lowered himself and the tip of his penis entered her diminutive hole. This was it -- penetration at last! His cock entered just so far and then stopped, coming up against her hymen. Even though he wasn't in far, he could tell that Helene was really tight inside. His cock stiffened at the thought of what it would be like to be all the way inside her.  He pushed. Her maidenhead was tough enough that it didn't give way at first. It hurt a little but nothing she couldn't take. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. He pushed harder. She suddenly felt a sharp pain and cried out. Startled, he backed off. This had happened before to him but it never seemed so important before. For some reason, he really cared about doing Helene right.  "Are you ok?" Freddie asked. "Did I hurt you?" He pulled back a little.  "Freddie -- you're popping my cherry. Of course it's going to hurt a little. Just ram it in me. I can take it."  Freddie took her word for it. Repositioning himself, he thrust his hips forward and they both felt a snap. Helene stifled a scream by burying her head in his armpit as a big, stiff cock entered her vagina for the very first time. It hurt and then it didn't.  Helene felt absolutely stuffed and when he started to move it back and forth, now that the pain had disappeared, it felt wonderful all through her pelvis. She started rocking in time to his movements as he began to thrust. The angle of his penis changed with their movements and she loved how it hit different places and the changing feelings changed. A moment later, she felt a little wetter and she wondered if it was blood or girl juice. A few minutes passed and her vagina become a little more relaxed, just a bit more accommodating and she could feel him move a little more easily inside her.  Freddie felt the tightest grip he had ever experienced, surrounding half his dick, although it got just a little looser over time. He could barely move in and out at first but slowly, little by little he advanced until he couldn't get it in any deeper, about three-quarters of the way. Then he felt a little hard nubbin come and go and he knew he had gone past her cervix. He was in as deep as he could go, first try, first fuck of the first girl on the planet in the new era starting this moment to go from being a virgin to a woman of experience. And he had done it. It did not take long at all for each of them to have another orgasm, almost together. Helen's came first and this vaginal orgasm was better, stronger, and lasted longer than her oral orgasm had been! She lay there almost limp while he finished, getting far more worked up than he ever thought he would and finally blasting what seemed like a huge wad into her very tight and warm and expanded and now, very wet, space.  They lay in each others' arms for a long time, his cock softening but held fast in her by her tightness until it reached the point, at long last, where her involuntarily tightening vagina started pushing him out as it closed back to its normal size, until it rested, wet, on the inside of her thigh. Freddie's come was starting to leak out. He got up and pulled the condom off, tied a knot in it, and washed his dick. He wasn't quite sure what to do with the used condom so he left it by the sink.  Then it was her turn. The first thing she did when she got up was look on the towel she had put on top of sheet -- sure enough, there was a spot of her blood but not as much as she thought there would be. It had spread to the sheet below. The sheets were old and she was going to throw them away, stuffed deep into the trash can to be taken away first thing Monday morning, before her parents would ever see it. She thought about cutting the bloodstain out of the sheet with scissors and keeping it as a trophy but that was just a little gross.  She walked to the bathroom, a little bowlegged from her sexual initiation. She found the condom by the sink and hid it in the trash. It wasn't erotic to look at. She was going to empty the trash herself anyway -- no risk it would be discovered.  "Freddie," she began when she came back to bed. "Thank you for giving me this. It was wonderful."  "Yes it was," he said. "Thank you for letting me inside you. Do you want to do it again?"  Helene groaned. "Not for a little while. Let's just stay like this for a while."  They held each other for a long time, kissing from time to time, and then Freddie's dick started to stiffen. For the arousal he felt, it seemed to him like it was slow to respond; he wasn't springing back into action the way he used to. He could hardly wait to feel her tight passage again.  "I think he's interested in me again," Helene observed. "I'm ready now." Once again, Freddie waited to the very last moment and for Helene to say something before he put the condom on. Helene didn't mind that he wanted to plant his seed in her: she figured that the second biggest fantasy every guy had, after penetrating a virgin, was impregnating a virgin. But her concern was not to avoid getting pregnant -- she had started on the pill the month before (when she thought she might get serious with David, or Nerd Boy as she now called him) but she hadn't told Freddie that -- it was none of his business and would only encourage him. She wanted him to wear a condom because if he was that cavalier about protection she didn't want the nasties that rode along with his spermies. Still she had to admit to herself that knowing that Freddie had been around, fucked the most popular girls in class, and had even banged her friends gave her a frisson, a hint of danger and excitement.  This time they took a long time. It was their third orgasm each so he kept at it a lot longer before he finally came. Helene, on the other hand, got back in the groove quickly and after the first new orgasm suddenly found that she could have several in quick succession! This had never happened to her masturbating! It was an unexpected gift that kept on giving.  Finally, in the early morning, they were both exhausted. They pulled up the covers and fell asleep together, spooning, his hands on her tits and her pussy rubbing against his still semi-erect cock in their sleep.  A few hours later, it was just starting to get light. Freddie woke up because he had to pee. He did what he had to do and then came back to bed but paused as he pulled back the covers. There in the dim morning light he saw Helen's delicate, vulnerably nude little body, curled in slumber, her face so relaxed and pretty and youthful. He realized that he was suddenly seeing her for the first time as she was, not how she wanted herself to be or how he would have liked a lover to look. She was not Popcorn now but simply Helene, on her own terms. The thought kept him awake a while longer, before he drifted back to sleep.  Freddie woke up again to bright sunshine and the smell of coffee. Helene was already up and making breakfast. Rubbing his eyes, he put his shorts on (out of a sense of propriety he thought) and came out of the guest room. He noticed that her neat little pile of clothes was gone. The fragrance of breakfast guided him into the kitchen, a nice, airy space with a butcher-block island and eggs frying on the stove. Helene stood there in a terrycloth bathrobe with the belt undone, so that when she turned around only an apron covered her nudity.  "Come and get it!" she urged him. "And lose the shorts."  Freddie often ate breakfast naked but not usually with another person around. He felt more at ease, then, when Helene took off her apron and shrugged off the bathrobe, sitting naked beside him at the counter on a stool. Her little boobs looked bigger this morning.  "So, what are you going to do today?" Freddie asked. He never knew what to say on the morning after.  "Fuck you again, mister," she replied, "that was great last night. You're not getting away so easy." Actually, that was the third reason she had insisted on driving -- so she could control when he went home. The first reason was so that he couldn't back out. The second was so she could sneak him in through the garage.  "Then I better get my strength back up!" Freddie said, helping himself to more toast. He felt comfortable all of a sudden, like in a home. It was nice to have someone make breakfast for him -- that almost never happened in his one-night stands. And this was a nice house. A real family feeling. And he had come to realize that Helene was smart and sweet and even a little cute.  "That's not all you have to get up. But we can't stay in bed all day. I've got work to do. In the laundramat business, a lot of people do their laundry on Saturday nights. They leave more of a mess than on weekdays. Maybe because they're mad that they don't have dates on a Saturday night." But not many people do their laundry on Sunday morning, so there was no real rush to get it cleaned up right away. Helene figured she'd be fine if she started to make her circuit before noon and finished by 2:00. That would give her plenty of time to come home and clean up before her parents came back. They were visiting friends in the city this afternoon, so they wouldn't be back early.  "So, Helene, you're just going to wear me out and then throw me away and go back to work. You work too hard!" Like everyone in town, he had seen her servicing her father's three laundramats at all hours of the day, rain or shine. That's why he became a bartender: you get to shoot the shit with customers, flirt while you work, and sleep in. Suddenly that didn't seem enough anymore.  It did not escape Helene's notice that he had just called her by her name for the first time, instead of calling her Popcorn.  After they finished eating, Helene announced that she was going to clean up and went to use the guest room shower, although she could easily have gone upstairs to her own bathroom. He noticed that she was keeping the sex separate from where her family lived. As she left, she asked him to stay away from windows because she didn't want the neighbors to see that she had a man in the house while her parents were gone. Especially a naked man.  His feeling of domesticity had passed when Helene left the room. He had just had first sex with this girl and it had been great, much better than he expected, but he really didn't know her all that well and she lived a very different life -- and a nice life, compared to his growing up. Had Helene really picked him, after all, of was he just lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time? Freddie thought about jumping in the shower with her but he was tired and that suddenly seemed somehow too intimate. He always thought of himself as a player but now he felt like a dirty secret, sneaked in by the back way. That feeling passed, too, and he started to get his confidence back. She wanted to fuck him again.....well, they all did, right? He'd give her a ride that would have her coming back for more!  When he was done, he went back to the guest room, walking quickly through the living room so the neighbors wouldn't see a nude man with his dick swinging. Helene had put the babydoll back on and Freddie noticed a wet spot where she had wiped off the come with a wet washcloth. She was bent over, taking the bloodied towel off the sheet to start it soaking in the laundry room so the spot would get out when she washed it. He came up behind her.  Helene giggled as Freddy flipped the hem of her negligee up and put his hands on her cheeks. His thumbs went into her crack and pulled them apart. She knew he was staring at her anus.  "Freddie," she asked softly, "what are you doing?"  "Just looking at your rosebud," he said. "It's pink and pretty. Want to see how it feels?" "No, Freddie, I don't," she said, straightening up. "Maybe someday I'll try anal but not now. I just had sex for the first time and I'm still learning how. I just want to take it one step at a time and I'm not ready yet for that step." Freddie shrugged. "OK. No harm asking." His hands were still on her butt. "Are you ready for a repeat of the first step?" "Brush your teeth," Helene said. "And put this on." She handed him a condom. He sighed.  When he came back, Helene had fluffed up two pillows and was lying on the bed. "Wanna do me doggie style?" she asked, invitingly. "That way you can look at my butt all you want."  That sounded good to him and after some preliminary fondling and stroking she threw herself over the pillows sideways and hunkered down with her bottom over the edge of the bed. It was an odd position but it was for a purpose. She was really small and he was fairly tall and although it felt great for spooning and sex in the missionary position -- she felt completely dominated and protected by his much larger body -- they didn't match very well doing it doggie. So she figured out that if they were going to do it back to front they had to do it with her raised up on the bed and bent over all the way. It worked. Her babydoll was flipped up over her bottom but gave her a demure look, as if she had been caught napping and seized for sex. Her little flat ass and her pale white thighs framed her pussy, with the perfectly-shaped thin labia he had played with when the night began and her pink, wet entrance, inviting him in.  Angling his cock downward, it still took a lot of pressure to push his cock into her tight cunt. This time there was no hymen to block progress but it took him several minutes to feel her cervix and then touch bottom, this time just a little deeper than three-quarters of the way. She was so tight it was unbelievable. She would have been tight around his little finger.  The mattress gave them a nice little bounce as he pounded her. It felt like his penis was going to poke out through her navel. She liked the position because his dick was pushing right on her G spot but she didn't like it because her clit did not get any stimulation, but that was because the pillows were in the way. She finally decided that doggie had potential to be even better than missionary but only with a guy that matched her size.  None of that analytical thinking kept her from fading into lustful arousal and ripping off a huge new orgasm that left her panting for breath.  "Oh, that was good!" she exclaimed when she could catch her breath. "Now lie down on the bed!" He did, wondering what she had in mind, and she got on him in cowgirl position. That was even better, because she was in control and because he could diddle with her front. She moved her pelvis to get the most pleasure for herself and to time the thrusts just right and in the meantime Freddie, who didn't mind waiting for his relief this time because what Helene was doing was really hot, pinched and pulled gently on her nipples with one hand and ran the thumb of his other hand over her clit. It didn't take long for her to have her second orgasm and she flopped down on top of him. Freddie's cock was bent backward, still in her. She stretched her legs out, because it felt good on her clit.  "OK, Helene, now it's my turn!" He grabbed her by the shoulders, almost roughly, and turned over with her so that she was stretched out under him, his rampant cock still buried in her. It helped that her vagina was holding on so tightly. Her eyes shone brightly -- she knew she was going to get ravaged now!  Freddie was not a rough man but this was as rough as he ever got. He pounded her little pussy every which way: legs straight, knees up, over his shoulder, angled down, lifting her up with every thrust, and even pinning her wrists to the bed. She had used him for her pleasure and now he was using her for his.  The two orgasms she had were just the beginning. She went into multiples for the longest time, one following the other as Freddie, with staying power from his marathon fucking last night and stamina from a hearty breakfast, kept it up for what seemed like an hour or two. Helene came again and again and again, until she was sweating and her pink blush stopped fading between comes. They only stopped once, to pull off her babydoll. The feel of skin on skin made every move they repeated feel different.  Finally, Freddie had had all he could take. With a grunt that sounded like a strangled roar, he thrust himself with all his might into the little female object of his lust and let loose with the most powerful come he could remember in a long time.  To Helene, it felt like someone had set off an explosion in her pussy -- he thrust up her so far she was feeling a wrench deep in her belly and his dick was lifting her pelvis up by her pubic bone. She felt his dick swell up and throb. Suddenly the thought came into her head that if he didn't have the condom on he would be impregnating her at that very instant, flooding her cunt with powerful semen and altering her body forever just as he did a few hours ago. That thought was with her as she slipped into a long and delicious orgasm that matched his, so the two of them were convulsing at the same time, wrapped around each other, holding on tight, connected by their sex and lust in the moment.  They both drifted back down, experiencing the postorgasmic bliss together, feeling the warmth and little movements of each others' bodies and the sense of fullness.  Helene felt so wet she wondered for a moment if the condom had ruptured, but it was just her body expressing its approval of what had just happened. I want a lot more experiences like that! it seemed to be saying. But for now, Helene was satisfied. So many firsts in her life had happened in the last few hours. She had allowed -- no, demanded -- another person, of her choosing, to change her body physically forever, show her new paths to sexual satisfaction, reveal new things about her own body, educate her about the male body, end forever her girlhood, and make her a woman at last. As the drained feeling that followed her orgasm gave way to an energized glow, she felt alive and bright.  Freddie felt so sleepy, he dozed off holding Helene tightly. She did not want to doze away the morning, so she disentangled herself from his arms and pushed him over on his back, to rest without her.  Freddie woke up about an hour later. He noticed that the room had been tidied up.  Helene had changed into jeans but this time, instead of jeans and a T-shirt she wore a jean skirt with a halter top that was tight around her small chest. Instead of a ponytail, her hair was still down. It was hot outside, summer after all, so clothes that were cool were good and she could at least look female while she did her work. She would strip the bed as soon as Freddie got up and put everything in the wash. She'd take the tarp back to the garage. Then she'd run Freddie back to his bar and from there make her work circuit to the three laundramats. She had already loaded the back of her car with another box of little detergent packets, while he slept.  Freddie was groggy, hung over from being tired, his nap, and most of all his marathon sexual performance. Helene hurried him up. It was getting late. He peed, dressed, and tried to dawdle but Helene wouldn't let him.  Damn, Freddie thought to himself. Could I do it one more time? That was the best sex I ever had! He tried to figure out why.  "C'mon, Freddie Boy!" Helene sang out. "Let's get a move on!" On the way back to the bar to pick up his car, Freddie tried to make conversation. And failed.  Finally, he said what was on his mind. "Helene, last night was really special. Do you think we could see each other again? Maybe go out on a date?" "No, I don't," she said firmly. "Freddie, you live in a different world from me. You were really great last night and I'll always be grateful to you but we're too different, you and me. We would never work out, just like David and me would never have worked out. So let's not pretend it there could be a relationship, ok?" It was the first time in his life that Freddie had been shut down by a girl who wasn't rich. He brooded for a while and had nothing to say when Helene dropped him off. Seeing that he was not in a good mood, she just gave him a peck on the cheek and wished him all the best. No long goodbyes.  He saw her about two and a half years later, while he was driving a cab in the city. She was walking across the street in front of him headed toward the Psychology Building at State. She was wearing a dress and looked happy.

Hawaiian Abduction by DBwriter51 Copyright© 2022 by DBwriter51 Chapter 1 Kaimana Aukai was an incredibly beautiful and sexy native Hawaiian girl. At eighteen, she was a high school senior that had dreams of going to college. Her parents were poor and could not pay for all of her college expenses. Kaimana was working after school and on weekends, saving up money to help pay for college. The young beauty was working as an information receptionist for an island travel agency. She was often left alone in the travel office answering the phone and giving directions to people visiting the islands. The beautiful Hawaiian teen was in the travel agency’s office alone when three men came in. Bart McGowan, Don Bonner, and Earl Cooley where there looking for Kalena Akamai. She and her husband, Kona, owned the travel agency. They had met her at a trade show. Being a native Hawaiian and extremely beautiful, Kalena certainly met the criteria for what they were looking for in their visit to Hawaii. They had noticed the wedding ring on her finger and knew she was married. After casually asking around while at the trade show, they had found out the beautiful travel agent was thirty-one, married, and had a fifteen-year-old daughter and sons thirteen and ten. One of the men’s clients were paying them to furnish as many as six native Hawaiian girls between the ages of fifteen and thirty-two, depending on the quality, beauty, and sexuality. They would be put to work as prostitutes in a newly remodeled facility called The Hawaiian Palace on Paradise Island. It was a private walled-in island, only accessible by boat entering the private marina or plane via the private air strip. The island had once been a fortress. Kalena was thirty-one and extremely beautiful. She could easily pass for being in her mid-twenties, and certainly no one would expect that she had a teenage daughter. Kalena had an incredibly sexy 34-24-35 body with nice C-cup breasts. Her light-tan complexion was flawless. She had a full thick mane of long brown hair, that usually hung over both shoulders to the front with the tips being even with her nipples. Kalena’s slightly pouty lips and sexy dark eyes were very enticing. After talking it over with his men, Bart had decided to abduct her. She certainly was beautiful and sexy enough, and barely in the age bracket. She and any other girls or women they abducted would be kept on the yacht for a month or so before delivering them to The Hawaiian Palace. They would spend the time on the yacht being sexually abused by the four members of the criminal gang that had taken them. The gang would even be paid extra if the young beauties were broken of any will, to resist, and ready to entertain clients upon delivery. Otherwise, they would have to be put through an obedience training program. There, they would be severely punished until they learned to perform any and all lewd sexual acts required by the johns they were to perform sexually for. On the day they had planned to abduct Kalena, the men had waited until just after dark and just before closing before going to the travel agency’s office. However, when Bart, Don, and Earl got there, they were surprised to find the extremely beautiful eighteen-year-old high school senior there. Kaimana Aukai looked up from the desk where she was sitting and gave the men an exceptionally pretty smile and then asked, “How may I help you?” in a sweet soft innocent voice. “We were told that Kalena Akamai would be here,” Bart said. “She had some errands to run and will be here in the morning,” Kaimana replied, in a sweet soft voice, and then asked, “Is there something that I can help you with?” The beautiful innocent teen was unaware of the perils about which she was going to be subjected to. Normally when she had to work late, and especially after dark, her boyfriend usually picked her up and drove her home. However, that particular week, he was on the mainland checking out universities on the west coast that had sent him an admissions application. Kaimana had intended to have uber pick her up and take her home. However, that would never happen. “I think you will be a fine substitute for Kalena,” Bart said. “I don’t understand,” Kaimana said, in a soft frightened voice as she was beginning to be scared. The three grown men were now giving the young beauty lascivious looks while checking out her upper body. The desk was blocking the view of her sexy lower body. However, they were certainly able to admire the swell of her extremely nice breasts, which left little doubt that she was amply endowed up top. In fact, Kaimana’s bra was a 34D. The young teen was exceptionally sexually developed. In four years, she had gone from an A-cup to a D-cup, and now had an incredibly sexy body. She had a thick mane of long soft brown hair that framed her pretty face and hung down to her lower back. The 5’8” beauty’s measurements were 36-24-36 and she weighed 123lbs. She had a beautiful and flawless tan complexion with pretty dark-brown eyes and a very sensual mouth. Kaimana, at eighteen, was going steady with her high school boyfriend. They had dated off-and-on for a couple of years before she agreed to go steady their senior year. The young beauty was extremely popular and had had an active casual dating life. However, she spent a lot of time trying to keep boy’s hands off of her extremely sexy breasts. She had a reputation between the boys that she was a sweet innocent girl that did not put-out. That said, Kaimana was not a total prude. After several dates she would make out with a boy, giving him long fervent kisses. If he were not too pushy, and she really liked him, Kaimana would allow him to feel her breasts through her clothes while they kissed. However, that was as far as she would let a boy go. The beautiful and sexy teen continued to enforce her boundaries even while going steady. Premarital sex was completely off limits. Kaimana viewed oral sex as extremely degrading to girls and women. The thought of having a boy, or man’s, cock shoved into her mouth repulsed her. She had told herself many times that she would never let her boyfriend, or husband once she was married, to humiliate her in that manner. Extremely apprehensive and trying to stay and sound calm in front of the three strange men, Kaimana said, “It is time for me to close. You are welcome to come back tomorrow. Kalena will be here then. She will open the office at 9 O’ clock.” “That is good to know. However, you have been a pleasant and unexpected surprise,” Bart said. When the men started walking around the desk, Kaimana stood up and in a panicky voice said, “I have to close. You need to leave.” They now had a better look at the teen’s sexy body. Besides her ample breasts pushing out against her button-up blouse, Kaimana’s skirt allowed her beautiful smooth tan legs to show. When the young beauty reached for the phone and picked-up the receiver, Bart reached out and snatched it out of her hand and said, “No you don’t bitch,” while hanging up the receiver and grabbing her wrist. Before Kaimana could scream for help, even though it was unlikely that anyone would have heard her anyway, Don and Earl had grabbed the teen, with Don quickly putting his hand over her mouth and preventing her from crying out. Earl got ahold of Kaimana’s small free wrist, keeping the struggling teen from hitting Don and himself with her fist. They held the young teen while Bart set the briefcase, he was carrying on the desk and opened it. He took out a ball gag that they had brought to use on Kalena and handed it to Don Kaimana struggled but was unable to keep Don from forcing the ball gag in her mouth. With Earl’s help, they were able to hold her beautiful long soft brown hair out of the way while the little belt like strap was fastened behind her head. Her hair was then allowed to hang down naturally. A pair of padded handcuff restraints were then removed from the briefcase and used to secure Kaimana’s wrists behind her back. Bart then looked into the terrified teen’s dark-brown eyes. Big tears had formed and were beginning to trickle down her pretty tan cheeks. He leaned over and told the sexy teen, “Don’t make us have to hurt you. Do what you are told, and it will go easier on you,” while thinking, ‘I can’t wait to stick my hard cock in this young bitch’s hot pussy. I wonder how many island boys have shoved a dick into her.’ He would shortly be surprised to discover that Kaimana was actually still a virgin. Now that they had Kaimana secure, Bart told Earl to go outside and make sure the coast was clear and that no one would see them take the sexy teen. They needed to safely get her out to their rented car and take her to the marina and get her aboard their yacht without anyone seeing and reporting them to the island police or coast guard. The rental car was parked in front of the travel agency’s office, making it a short distant to getting Kaimana into the back seat. However, once they got the teen to the marina’s parking lot, they still had to get her on the yacht. To accomplish this the briefcase also contained a white hospital robe and quarantine mask. The mask would be put over Kaimana’s mouth to conceal the ball gag forced between her sexy lips. The robe would be draped around her shoulders and tied closed. It would hide the fact that her wrists were secured behind her back for any casual observers or the security cameras at the marina. With Don and Earl beside her, she would be walked down to the yacht and forced aboard. After checking the area around the travel agency’s office, Earl came back in and said, “All clear right now.” While Don and Earl forced Kaimana to walk out to the rental car and get into the back, Bart turned out the lights. He then closed and locked the door to the travel agency. He wanted it to appear closed normally. He then went and got behind the wheel of the rental car. Don and Earl had Kaimana sitting in the middle of the backseat between them. Bart cranked the engine and drove to the marina. Kaimana, the beautiful and sexy young teen had come to the realization that she was being abducted, and feared the men were sex traffickers and that she was going to be raped. The young beauty had heard stories about beautiful Hawaiian girls being sold and forced into prostitution. She wondered if that would be her fate. Sitting there terrified, Kaimana thought about all the times she had refused to have sex with her boyfriend. Now, she was being taken someplace by three strange men that were going to do no telling what to her. When they got to the marina and parked, no one was in the parking lot, and the docking pier seemed deserted. The three men quickly got Kaimana out of the rental car and walked her down to where their yacht was tied up and forced her aboard. Harvey Delaney greeted them. The fourth member of the criminal gang had been left abord the yacht as a precautionary measure. The teen was taken below deck to one of the special rooms that had been designed to keep a captive secure and prevent her from escaping. The walls and cabin doors had even been soundproofed. Bart McGowan, the forty-one-year-old crime boss always got to tryout the new acquisitions first. Now that he, Don, Earl, and Harvey had Kaimana safely in the secure cabin, they took the robe off of her. Don and Earl were holding the teen while Bart was standing in front of her. He could see the sheer terror in her eyes when he reached out and ripped her blouse open. The ball gag in her mouth prevented her from screaming. “She sure is a fine specimen,” Harvey commented. “The boss said that being you had to stay aboard and watch the yacht you could have her second,” Don said. “Thanks boss. I have always wanted to fuck a beautiful and sexy Hawaiian bitch like her,” Harvey said. “Don’t mention it,” Bart replied. With the two men holding her, Kaimana was forced to stand there while Bart took out a knife and cut one shoulder strap of her bra, and then the other one. He then said, “I suggest you stand still,” while sliding the knife blade under the middle of her bra, in-between her extremely nice breasts. Bart then gave a quick pull, slicing her bra in two. Kaimana’s bra cups fell away, exposing her perfect and flawless tan D-cup breasts with pretty nipples and dark areolas. The teen had no choice but to stand there and let the strange man grope her nude breasts. Kaimana winced and twisted when Bart pinched her nipples. She would have begged him to stop, but the ball gag still in her mouth only allowed a low sorrowful groan. Even though Kaimana’s small wrists were secured behind her back, her sliced bra was easily removed, which left the beautiful and sexy Hawaiian teen topless. All the specially designed secure cabins had a fold down bunk the size of a double bed. It folded down from the head allowing access from both sides of the bunk. There were built in wrist and ankle restraints if needed. The leather wrist restraints were attached to the bulkhead, at the center, at the head of the bunk. Arms would normally be stretched out above the captive’s head. The leather ankle restraints were attached to the bottom corners of the bunk. It allowed to captive’s limbs to be forcefully held open, if needed, in a variety of positions. There were six such cabins aboard the yacht, along with the cabins for the crew and any guests that might be visiting or sailing. The special cabins were only accessible by the yacht’s crew. To conceal their illegal activity, the yacht was often chartered out for parties and to business executives. Of course, none of the casual renters knew the real purpose of the yacht. Which was to acquire, smuggle, and sex traffic teen girls and young women. “Get her on the bunk and get the rest of her clothes off,” Bart told his men. Don and Earl picked up the topless beauty and laid her on the bunk. Kaimana’s flawless breasts raised and lowered as she breathed through her cute little nose while biting down on the ball gag. With her arms still secured behind her back, the teen could not prevent the men from slipping off her shoes, unfastening her skirt and pulling it down her legs and off. The helpless teen was now lying there in only her panties. Kaimana squirmed and wiggled to no avail. Harvey Delaney pulled her panties down, exposing her neatly trimmed soft brown muff. The teen had no choice but to let him get them completely off. The beautiful and sexy Hawaiian teen was now lying there nude. “Spread her legs so I can inspect her,” Bart said. While Don was holding Kaimana down on her back, Earl, and Harvey each got ahold of one of her smooth sexy legs and forced her to spread them wide, completely exposing her pussy. It was uncomfortable with her arms restrained behind her back. However, with her legs being held open, Bart reached down and pulled her pussy lips apart. He was surprised to see that Kaimana’s hymen was intact, prompting him to say, “You guys are not going to believe this, the sexy young bitch is still a virgin.” “Are we still going to do her?” Harvey asked, while hoping his boss would forgo the extra money, they could get for delivering a beautiful young virgin like Kaimana. It was common in the sex trafficking world to take bids for the pleasure of deflowering an innocent virgin. However, in Kaimana’s case, Bart had agreed to a specific contract price for all the women he supplied this trip. She was going to be put to work in a whorehouse, so a teen that was already broken in was desirable. She could start earning her keep immediately and only have to be minimally trained. “The ones we’re delivering to The Hawaiian Palace, they want them already broken and ready to turn tricks, so it is of no benefit to keep her virginity intact,” Bart told his men. Kaimana would be forced to take her first birth control pill the next morning. However, for the next couple of weeks the men would use condoms when they fucked her to keep from accidently knocking her up. That was a stipulation of the contract, no delivery could be pregnant. “Release her wrists from behind her back and put them in the bunk restraints,” Bart said. Don and Earl rolled the sexy young teen over on her side to where they could take off her padded wrists cuffs. Kaimana attempted to struggle but was quickly overpowered as she was forced back on her back and her small wrists were locked in the leather restraints. Her arms were now stretched out above her head. “What about her ankles?” Don asked. “Leave her smooth sexy legs loose. They can be held open while she is getting warmed up and ready to be fucked,” Bart replied, and then said, “Don, get LeeAnne. I want her to warm the bitch up.” “Right away,” Don replied and left the cabin to fetch LeeAnne Purvis. She was a beautiful young teen that Bart had encountered on a business trip to Texas. LeeAnne Purvis had been living on the yacht just shy of eight months. She was a beautiful nineteen-year-old blonde with extremely sexy light-green eyes. That was what had drawn Bart to her. LeeAnne was working at a high-end restaurant in Dallas, Texas as the hostess that greeted the customers when they came in. Beside her beautiful green eyes, LeeAnne had an incredible smile and sexy lips that Bart instantly wanted to shove a hard cock in-between. Her long straight blonde hair was parted and sweeping down past her left eye, reaching all the way to her slim waist. That was when Bart decided to take her. He had also noticed that the beautiful blonde was wearing an engagement ring, letting him know that she was not married yet. He knew her name was LeeAnn from her name tag. After some casual checking, Bart found out that she was a student at a local university where she took classes three days a week. Also, that her and her boyfriend had not set a date for their wedding yet. He found out that she had been working at the restaurant for a couple of years. She had first got the job when she was seventeen, and now had a small studio apartment off campus, causing Bart to wonder if she was shacking-up with her boyfriend. Actually, LeeAnn had refused to let her boyfriend, Mitchell Ulrich, to move in with her. She did allow him to have sex with her, but it was a firm rule, no staying overnight. After they had sex, he had to leave. She stayed on birth control, not wanting to accidently get pregnant before they were married. LeeAnne was seventeen and a virgin when he fucked her the first time. They had been dating for several months. Mitchell was a year older and a grade ahead of LeeAnn in high school. It was a full moon, and the young couple was down by the lake bordering her boyfriend’s uncle’s property. Mitchell had a blanket spread out on the soft meadow. They were lying there making out. The beautiful blonde was giving her boyfriend long passionate kisses. He had managed to get her bra loose and get his hands underneath her bra cups. He could feel her nipples getting hard while fondling her nude breasts. When Mitchell pulled back from kissing LeeAnn and started to pull up her top and bra and expose her nude breasts, she said, “No, don’t do that,” in a soft voice. “I know you love me,” her boyfriend said, while attempting to pull her top and bra on up. “Please no,” the young teen softly pleaded. Mitchell put his mouth back on hers. Once again LeeAnn was passionately kissing her boyfriend. He then was able to roll her on to her back while they kissed. Lost in the passion of making out, and before she realized it, Mitchell had managed to get her top and loose bra on up, exposing her fabulous nude breasts. Taking his mouth off of hers, he quickly moved his head down and started sucking on her nipples. “No don’t,” LeeAnn softly pleaded, while trying to shove his head up and get her nipple out of his mouth. Then before she knew it, the beautiful innocent blonde instead of pushing on his head was running her fingers through his hair, letting him suck on one nipple and then the other as she softly moaned. LeeAnn knew she should make him stop when Mitchell slid a hand underneath her skirt, but unconsciously she spread her legs, letting him slide his hand along her soft inner thigh all the way to her pussy. “We need to stop!” LeeAnn managed to plead while heavily panting. Mitchell was now rubbing her little clit through her panties. Her mind said, ‘Make him stop,’ but her body kept her legs spread as he slid his hand inside her panties. Mitchell was now able to rub his beautiful and sexy girlfriend’s little clit directly with his fingers. LeeAnn had quit resisting and was now laid back with her eyes closed, while softly moaning. Her boyfriend raised up and the sexy young blonde did just what he wanted. She closed her legs. That gave him the opportunity to ease her panties down. Before the young virgin could react, Mitchell had her panties off and her sexy young legs spread again. Only this time his head was in-between her soft thighs, and his mouth was on her little clit. LeeAnn was wiggling her hips and letting out, loud sexual moans, and then suddenly cried out, “You need to stop! Now!” but then, it was too late as a massive mind-blowing orgasm overtook her. It was a completely new experience for her. LeeAnn, at seventeen, certainly knew what orgasms were. She had just never had one until now. Mitchell knew he only had an extremely short amount of time before LeeAnn would refuse to have sex with him. She was still lying there with her legs spread and her pussy exposed while heavily panting. Her pretty light-green eyes were still closed, giving Mitchell the opportunity, he needed. He quickly jumped up, dropped his jeans and undershorts, took out the condom he brough in case he had a chance to fuck LeeAnn. Her boyfriend quickly rolled the lubricated condom on his hard cock and dropped down in-between her spread legs. “No! Don’t,” LeeAnn cried out when she felt the head of his cock pushing against the entrance to her pussy. Then suddenly, she felt her pussy lips being spread and then her hymen giving way, allowing Mitchell’s hard cock to go deep into her virgin pussy. All kind of thoughts were running through her brain as her boyfriend started fucking her. “You need to stop and get off me. I don’t want to get pregnant,” LeeAnn pleaded, not even realizing that Mitchell was using a condom while fucking her. In-between grunts, Mitchell told her, “It’s ok, I am using a condom,” while continuing to slide his cock in-and-out of her pussy. LeeAnn had to admit what he was doing to her felt good. Afterwards, and after he had discarded the used condom full of his baby-making cum, they were lying on the blanket resting when the young blonde said, “We should not have been doing that.” “You love me, and I love you. We are going to get married after you finish school. It is no big deal. I will use condoms anytime that I fuck you,” Mitchell told his girlfriend. “You don’t have to sound so crude,” LeeAnn softly said. “I know you liked it,” Mitch said. “That’s not the point,” LeeAnn replied. However, after that day, she reluctantly continued to have sex fairly regular and Mitchell, true to his word, always used protection when he fucked her. She never dated or had sex with anyone else. She had also decided to start taking birth control pills for added protection. While LeeAnn continued to let Mitchell fuck her, she flatly refused to perform oral sex for him. The young blonde felt a little humiliated when word got out around the school that she was putting out for her boyfriend. LeeAnn wondered if Mitchell had been bragging about fucking her, but she could never prove it, and he denied telling anyone that they were having sex. LeeAnn was on her way home after getting off work and leaving the restaurant one night when she got abducted. Bart had been watching her for a while before coming up with a plan to where he and his men could take her without getting caught. He knew her boyfriend often came over to her little apartment and stayed for a couple of hours and then left. He assumed they were having sex, but the boy never stayed all night. A block from her apartment, LeeAnn had to stop at a stop sign, and then make a left turn. Bart had come up with a plan. He had Don, and Earl boost a pickup truck with a camper on the back from a monthly storage lot. They followed LeeAnn home for a couple of days, but there was always someone that could see them take her at the intersection. On the third night LeeAnn pulled up to the stop sign and stopped with her left blinker on. No one was around, and no other traffic at or approaching the intersection, prompting Bart to say, “Tonight we take her.” He then quickly pulled up and bumped the back of her car before she could make her turn. Bart put the pickup in reverse and backed it up enough to leave a space between LeeAnn’s car and the pickup. Bart then jumped out of the pickup and ran up to LeeAnn’s driver window. She rolled her window down a few inches as Bart said, “I’m so sorry. It is entirely my fault. Let me get you my insurance information. They will cover everything. Once again, I’m so sorry.” He then walked back to the driver’s side of the pickup and leaned in like he was looking for his insurance card. As he had hoped, the beautiful and sexy nineteen-year-old got out of her car and walked to the back to inspect the damage to her car. Only a minor amount of damage had occurred. That was when Bart spoke up, “Here it is,” and held up what appeared to be his insurance card. That was when LeeAnn made the fatal error in judgement. She walked toward Bart, going past the opening between the pickup and her car. Don and Earl had slipped out of the camper and sneaked around to where they could slip up behind her. Before LeeAnn knew what was happening she was grabbed as a large male hand was clamped around her mouth, preventing her from screaming. While Don and Earl dragged the beautiful and sexy blonde to the back of the camper, Bart quickly put his disposable gloves on and got into her car. He then made the turn and parked it alongside the curb. By then Don and Earl had gotten LeeAnn into the camper and secured out of sight. Bart walked back to the pickup. He then got in and drove away. In the back of the camper, the two men with the teen had forced a ball gag in her mouth, and her small wrists were now secured behind her back. Five miles away on a side street, Harvey was sitting in the car that they were going to transfer LeeAnn to. The switch went without incident. LeeAnn was now sitting in the backseat of the car with Don on one side of her and Earl on the other side. She still had the ball gag in her mouth and her wrists were still cuffed behind her back, preventing her from trying to escape. Harvey followed Bart in the stolen pickup to a deserted vacant lot. He then got out and helped Bart douse the pickup camper with gasoline. They then set it ablaze, jumped in the car, and drove off. Chapter 2 Now that the four men had the beautiful and sexy nineteen-year-old Texan safely under control, Bart drove to a private airstrip. He and Don each had a pilot’s license and were instrument rated for a single-engine or twin-engine prop. Bart’s front company owned an eight-passenger twin-engine that was kept on standby that they often used in their sex trafficking. It was much safer to transport an abducted girl by air than to get stopped on the highway for some dumb traffic incident. The yacht, while not out to sea, was kept at the Santa Barber marina. LeeAnn was flown to a private airstrip north of Santa Barber and then transported by a disguised delivery van to the marina. To get her aboard the yacht without raising suspicions, she was given a drug that would keep her knocked out for a couple of hours and moved in a crate. The ball gag was removed to enhance her breathing while in the crate. LeeAnn’s wrists were kept secured behind her back. The beautiful and sexy teen was then put into the specially designed padded crate. The inside of the crate had a pair of body straps to secure her to the crate and soft pillow like material to protect her head and face, in case of an accidental dropping. Once LeeAnn was safely aboard the yacht, she was taken out of the crate and put in one of the secure rooms below deck. Her wrists were left cuffed behind her back. In Bart’s cabin he had six monitors, allowing him to see in each of the six special secure cabins. He could see LeeAnn lying on the bunk softly breathing and not yet conscious. Bart had her Texas driver license and knew she had just recently turned nineteen. It was another half hour before LeeAnn started to regain consciousness. Bart could see on the monitor her starting to squirm as she became more alert. Her skirt, that she had worn to work, had risen up and was exposing most of her smooth sexy thighs. He watched as the beautiful blonde teen had difficulty sitting up with her arms still secured behind her back. With her head clearing, she eased off the bunk and walked around the cabin. She even went over to the door, turned her back to where she could try to open the door, but found it locked. With the fogginess in her brain gone, LeeAnn remembered the pickup truck rearending her, and the men abducting her. She remembered being forced onto a private plane and taken someplace. The sexy young blonde then thought, ‘I have no idea where I am, and who took me.’ Then she was gripped with her worst fear, ‘They are sex traffickers. They are going to rape me and force me to do no telling what. I have to find a way to escape.’ There was a long storage bench adjacent to the bulkhead across from the bunk. It had a padded top for sitting, so LeeAnn went over and sat down, wondering what life had instore for her. Five minutes later, LeeAnn heard the cabin door being unlocked. When the door opened, the man in his forties that she recognized was the one that had hit her car walked in. The beautiful and sexy teen had come to realize that the rearend incident was a setup to abduct her. LeeAnn was thinking, ‘Damn, am I stupid. I did precisely what they wanted. I should have never got out of my car and called the police.’ “I see that you have decided to rejoin us,” Bart said. “Where have you taken me?” LeeAnn asked, in a frightened and panicky voice. “That is really no concern of yours,” Bart told the beautiful teen, in a calm voice. “You need to let me go this instant!” LeeAnn hatefully snapped. Bart walked over to the sexy nineteen-year-old and gave her a slap across her pretty left cheek. Being unbalanced with her wrists cuffed behind her back, she fell over. Getting ahold of her long soft blonde hair, Bart pulled her back up to the sitting position. He could see tears forming in her pretty light-green eyes and told the teen, “There is no escape. In case you have not figured it out, we are on a yacht, miles from shore. You will obey all instructions and do what you are told. You will be required to have sex with myself and my three compatriots.” “You cannot get away with this,” LeeAnn said, beginning to cry. “We already have. You are here,” Bart said calmly, while reaching out and running his fingers through her long soft blonde hair. LeeAnn hated to admit it, but she knew he was right. No one knew where she was, and they could force her to do anything they wanted. Even having sex with the strange men. Growing up as an extremely beautiful young blonde, LeeAnn’s worst fear, after she became sexually developed, was her being taken, raped, and forced into prostitution. That fear now was going to become a reality. Bart then reached out and ripped open her blouse. He then eased it off her shoulders, letting it fall down around her cuffed wrists. LeeAnn sat there terrified, as the man old enough to be her father reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Big tears were now rolling down her pretty cheeks. The redness of her left cheek, where she had been slapped, was fading. With the cups of LeeAnn’s 32C bra loose, Bart slid his hands under her bra. More tears flowed from her beautiful light-green eyes as Bart groped her nude breast and then pinched her nipples, causing her to cry out, “Please stop doing that! It hurts!” To reinforce his dominance over her, Bart pinched her nipples harder, causing the beautiful young teen to buck and squirm and beggingly asks, “Why are you doing this to me?” “You are going to learn to do whatever you’re told,” Bart said, while turning loose of her nipples and was now fondling her nude breasts. “You don’t have to hurt me,” LeeAnn sobbed out, as the pain in her breasts subsided. “We’ll see,” Bart remarked. He then unzipped his fly, reached in his undershorts, and pulled out his semi-hard cock that flopped in LeeAnn’s face. The beautiful blonde looked on in horror while Bart stroked his cock to full erection. It grew larger with each stroke, and now was larger than her boyfriend’s cock. LeeAnn was absolutely terrified of what was coming next. Sitting there defenseless, with her arms secured behind her back, she was at the mercy of the strange man that was holding her captive. “You any good at giving head?” Bart asked. “Please don’t make me! I don’t do that,” LeeAnn begged. “Are you trying to tell me an extremely hot and sexy bitch like you don’t suck your boyfriend’s cock?” Bart mockingly asked. “It’s true. I’ve never done it for him, or anyone else,” LeeAnn sobbed out. “Damn. I hope for your sake you’re a fast learner. You can stop that damn crying, and if you fucking bite me, I’ll throw you overboard and let the sharks make a meal of your sexy body. There will not be a trace of you left. You will have just vanished,” Bart told the teen. However, it was actually a bluff. The extremely beautiful blonde teen with sexy light-green eyes was far too valuable to simply discard after all the trouble and planning he and his men had gone through to be able to abduct her. Besides, he had plans for her. If she did not work out, he could always sell her. LeeAnn no doubt would bring a premium price. Bart stepped closer. The head of his hard cock now was only inches from LeeAnn’s sexy mouth. She had managed to stop sobbing, but tears were still running down her pretty cheeks. He reached out and slid his fingers in her soft blonde hair and pulled her head forward. LeeAnn closed her beautiful light-green eyes just as her lips touched the head of Bart’s cock. Terrified of the consequences, she allowed the first male cock to slip past her lips and go into her mouth. LeeAnn gaged and tried to pull her head back, only to have Bart hold her head and shove his cock further into the sexy blonde’s mouth. She continued to gag as Bart slid his cock in-and-out between her lips. After several minutes of fucking LeeAnn’s sexy mouth, Bart turned loose of her head and said, “Now bitch, do it on your own,” in a demanding tone. It was difficult with her wrists still cuffed behind her back, but LeeAnn started moving her head and sucking her abductor’s cock. Now that she was controlling her movements and how deep the head of his cock went into her mouth, she was still gagging but to a much lesser degree. LeeAnn despised what she was being forced to do and wondered what else this revolting depraved man had instore for her. “When I ejaculate, swallow my cum or be severely punished,” LeeAnn heard Bart tell her. Then before she had time to contemplate her first mouthful of cum, she felt Bart’s cock pulsate and then expel a tremendous amount of cum in her mouth. Too terrified not to swallow, she got choked trying to gulp his cum. However, the cock in her mouth was spurting out cum faster than she could swallow it. As a result, some of Bart’s cum was leaking out of the corners of her mouth and getting on her chin. Some even dropped on her skin above her breasts. The teen was able to swallow most of her abductors cum. After Bart pulled his softening cock out from between LeeAnn’s sexy lips, she fell over on the bunk crying. He then told the teen, “Continue to do as you are told, and it will go much easier on you.” He then took the wrist restraints off of LeeAnn’s wrists, freeing her arms. That allowed her torn blouse and bra to be removed completely, leaving her topless. “Get up and go clean your face. Get rid of the tears and cum,” Bart said. LeeAnn got up and went into the adjacent bathroom. When she looked in the mirror, she could not believe how she looked standing there topless with her nude breasts exposed. Besides the tears on her face, there were streaks of male cum, coming out of both sides of her mouth, and on her chin. She could see droplets of cum that had dropped down on her breasts. Being sexually abused and humiliated did not adequately describe how she was feeling. After washing her face and the cum off of her, the topless teen walked out of the bathroom to find the cabin empty. The man that had sexually abused her had left. LeeAnn was at least thankful that he had left her arms free. Being topless, she looked for her bra and torn blouse, but they had been taken, forcing her to stay topless. She went over and tried the door, but of course it was locked. LeeAnn thought about pulling the sheet off the bunk and wrapping it around her nude breasts, but then thought better of it. Rationalizing that it might just get her punished. She was at least thankful that the cabin was warm enough that she did not feel chilly being topless. A couple of hours or so later LeeAnn was sitting on the padded storage bench, still topless, when Bart returned to the cabin. He went over and sat down beside the beautiful blonde teen and said, “LeeAnn, I like that name. You have two possible futures. One, you live here on the yacht with me and my three men. They were the ones that helped me abduct you. You will be required to have sex with all four of us, and you will perform any and all sexual acts we desire.” “Two, we sell you. I would not suggest that. A beautiful and sexy young blonde like you, would have multiple men on top of you every day and night shoving their hard cocks in your hot young pussy while you languished in some whorehouse. Not to mention all the hard male cocks you would be forced to suck while giving blowjobs.” “It seems that you have made sure that I really don’t have a choice,” LeeAnn replied, in a low defeated voice. “Are you taking any birth control?” Bart asked. “Yes. But my boyfriend always used a condom when we had sex as added protection,” LeeAnn hesitantly admitted. “How many boys have you fucked?” Bark asked. “Only my current boyfriend, and we were planning to get married when I finished college,” LeeAnn said, in a low subdued voice. “In the medicine cabinet in the bathroom there is a prescription of birth control pills. The box has never been opened. Tomorrow morning continue to take a pill. When you need a new prescription, it will be provided. For the next couple of weeks, to make sure that you are not accidently knocked-up, my men and I will be using condoms when we fuck you. After that, we will no longer use condoms while fucking you,” Bart told the beautiful and sexy nineteen-year-old. “Do I have to have sex with your men also? Couldn’t I just have sex with you?” LeeAnn asked, in a sweet soft voice hoping that she might forgo being raped by the other three men. “No, you will perform your sexual duties equally for each of us. There is no use in you trying to cozy up to one of us to help you escape. You are our property, and we will treat you that way. If any one of us reports to the others that you tried something not expressly authorized, you will be severely punished. Obey the rules and perform your sexual duties and you will be treated well. Occasionally, you may have to endure rough sex, but you will be fine afterwards,” Bart told LeeAnn. What he did not tell her was that she was going to be their sex slave and would be performing all kinds of depraved sex. The whole time the beautiful blonde had been sitting there topless and asked, “Do I have to stay exposed?” while making a gesture at her nude breasts. “Once you have earned the privilege of wearing garments, we will allow it,” Bart informed LeeAnn. He then said, “Stand up and take off the rest of your clothes.” LeeAnn gave him a terrified look, but she took him at his word about being punished and was afraid to disobey him. The beautiful and sexy blonde stood up. Bart watched as she unfastened her skirt and let it fall around her ankles. Sometime between her abduction and before being locked in the cabin LeeAnn had lost her shoes and was barefooted. She’d had no trouble getting undressed in front of her boyfriend, but this was certainly different. However, she forced herself to shove her panties down her smooth sexy legs. Once they had joined her skirt around her ankles, she stepped out of them, leaving her nude. The beautiful and sexy blonde teen stood there nude while her forty-one-year-old abductor got undressed. Once he was naked, LeeAnn watched in horror as Bart opened the drawer on the nightstand by the bunk and took out a packet that contained a condom, while saying, “There plenty more in the drawer. However, if we need more, we can certainly get them. However, as I said, after we effectively ensure you’re on the pill, we won’t be using condoms.” As she had done many times with her boyfriend before he fucked her, LeeAnn watched Bart roll the condom on his fully erect cock. He grabbed the blonde teen and forced her down on the bunk, on her back. Getting on top of her he said, “Spread your fucking legs,” in a dominant and demanding tone. Knowing that she really did not have a choice, the beautiful nineteen-year-old opened her legs, letting the man old enough to be her father in-between them. A loud groaning moan filled the cabin when a cock that was larger than her boyfriend’s, was forced into her tight pussy. The sudden force caused her legs to jerk and kick up. LeeAnn continued to moan while Bart fucked her with hard steady strokes. He was thinking, ‘This bitch has one fine pussy on her,’ as his cock slid in-and-out of her surprisingly tight pussy. LeeAnn was unaware of just how good a fuck she was. Her only experience had been with her boyfriend. Truth be told, he was not that great a sex partner, but she was in love with him. The extremely sexy blonde had strong vaginal muscles that naturally clung to an invading cock as it slid in-and-out of her pussy. She did occasionally have an orgasm with her boyfriend, but certainly nothing earth shattering. The man in-between her legs was giving her a really hard fucking. Something she was unaccustomed to, and without realizing it, LeeAnn had started working her hips and fucking her pussy up to meet his driving thrusts. The beautiful teen was on the verge of an unwanted orgasm when she felt Bart ejaculate inside her. She was thankful that he had used a condom. It lessened the sensation of feeling his hot male cum flooding the inside of her pussy, which would have triggered an unwanted orgasm. The thought terrified her that she’d almost climaxed with the man raping her. Bart pulled his spent cock out of LeeAnn’s pussy, got up, and went into the bathroom and discarded the used condom full of his baby-making cum. When he came out of the bathroom, LeeAnn was still lying on the bunk, nude. Bart could see big tears in her pretty light-green eyes and said, “You did well. Keep it up and we won’t have to get rid of you to some place that you certainly do not want to be. A far worse life than you will have here on the yacht.” Bart then got dressed and left her alone to contemplate her situation. When Bart got up to the lounging area, Don, Earl, and Harvey were there anxiously awaiting on his evaluation of LeeAnn Purvis, the incredibly beautiful and sexy blonde teen that they had helped him abduct. They had talked it over prior to the teen’s abduction. If she performed up to their expectations, they would keep her on the yacht as their sex slave and forgo selling her, for the time being anyway. “Well?” Don asked. “The bitch is in for a long voyage, and may she receive many hard rewards with her legs spread and her mouth open,” Bart said. “When will she be available for the rest of us?” Don asked. “I am going to spend the night with her, after that, all hands-on deck,” Brat replied. That night Bart fucked LeeAnn two more times, and she was forced to sleep with a man for the first time. The next morning Bart took a shower with the sexy blonde. After their shower and drying off, he was sitting on the side of the bed naked watching LeeAnn. She was standing nude in front of a mirror mounted on the bulkhead blow-drying and brushing out her beautiful mane of long blonde hair. He liked the way it reached all the way to her slim waist. She was certainly beautiful, with many men putting her in the gorgeous category. After her hair was dry and brushed out, LeeAnn put down the hairbrush, turned, and looked at Bart. He was sitting on the side of the bunk stroking his hard cock and said, “Get over here and get on your knees,” in a serious demanding voice. LeeAnn knew what he wanted her to do. More than that, what he was ordering her to do. She remembered him forcing her to suck him off with her arms behind her back, and how she had gagged and got choked when he ejaculated his cum in her mouth. LeeAnn slowly walked over to Bart and got down on her knees. The yacht’s cabins had plush carpet in them. The teen lowered her head and wrapped her sexy lips around the head of Bart’s cock. She then started moving her head, giving what amounted to her new master a blowjob. While she did gag, it was far less than before. Minutes later, LeeAnn was swallowing her second load of male cum. This time, she had managed to swallow it all. Two years had passed. LeeAnn was now twenty-one and had been on the yacht with the four men for the entire time as their sex slave. She had been taken sexually in every imaginable way and often kept nude. Barts favorite thing was having LeeAnn giving him blowjobs, which she did often, even in front of the other men. He also liked fondling her perfect flawless C-cup breasts before he fucked her. It always made her pussy wet. Don’s favorite position was having LeeAnn on her hand and knees and fucking her doggy-style. He loved how her long soft blonde hair felt when he intwined his fingers and hands in it. He liked the way she moaned when he pulled her head back and fucked her really hard. Earl preferred being on top of the sexy blonde in the missionary position. While they all enjoyed fucking LeeAnn in multiple ways and having her giving them blowjobs, Harvey was the one that liked to fuck her in her extremely nice and well-formed ass. It was even common for LeeAnn to have sex with one of the men while the others watched. It totally humiliated her at first, but after months of sexual abuse she no longer cared what they did to her or who watched. She would often have sex with all four men in a single session. While LeeAnn was never actually pimped out, she was occasionally required to entertain some of the men’s business associates that came aboard the yacht. The extremely beautiful and sexy blonde would have to do a striptease before having sex with the men. None ever left unsatisfied. In fact, a couple of well-healed businessmen even offered to buy her. One even owned a brothel in Las Vegas. Occasionally another girl would be brought aboard the yacht and LeeAnn would have to have lesbian sex with her for the entertainment of the men. One in particular was an innocent sixteen-year-old named, Diana Conroy. She was slipped aboard in the middle of the night. The young teen was extremely cute and had long wavy black hair reaching the middle of her back. Diana was short at 5’2” but cute as hell with a sexy 34-24-35 body sporting extremely nice C-cup breasts. LeeAnn suspected the young teen had been abducted but knew better than to ask. When she first saw the dark-haired teen, she was in one of the cabins with all four men. Diana was nude and kneeling in front of Bart, who was sitting on the side of the bunk naked from the waist down. The young teen’s pretty black head was going up-and-down as Bart’s cock slid in-and-out of her mouth. She was gagging the whole time. LeeAnn had no doubt that it was the first time for the girl to suck a cock. Bart’s fingers were running through Diana’s soft black hair. Then suddenly, he gripped her hair and held her head down while also telling her, “Swallow it all.” The young teen was frantically trying to raise her mouth off of the grown man’s cock. Bart let out a loud groan while ejaculating his cum in Diana’s mouth. It was her first taste of male cum. However, it would be far from her last. In a few weeks, she would be a working teen prostitute fucking and sucking cocks on a nightly basis. Diana had no choice but to swallow her first load of male cum. Somehow, she chokingly swallowed it down. Bart then let the teen raise her head. LeeAnn watched his cock slip from in-between Diana’s young lips. She coughed and gasped for air. The men let the teen catch her breath before picking her up and throwing her on the bunk. It amused them the way her extremely nice breasts wobbled. Her long black hair flared out around her angelic face. “Get her ready to be fucked,” Bart told LeeAnn. She knew what was required of her. To use her mouth on the young teen’s pussy until it was wet and slick before the men’s hard cocks were shoved into it. LeeAnn had been nude when she came into the cabin. The beautiful blonde got on the bunk with Diana and eased her nude body on top of the teen’s. Looking at the face of the innocent young teen it was the first time LeeAnn saw her beautiful blue eyes, and the sheer terror in them. LeeAnn lowered her lips to Diana’s ear and whispered, “Don’t fight it. Give them a good show and it will go easier on you.” LeeAnn then put her mouth on Diana’s mouth kissing the teen. The dark-haired young beauty reluctantly allowed the blonde’s tongue to slide between her lips. It was certainly the first time a tongue other than her own was in her mouth. LeeAnn could still taste Bart’s cum where he had ejaculated in the teen’s mouth. It was a taste that she was quite familiar with, after sucking his cock and swallowing his cum many times. After passionately kissing Diana for several minutes, LeeAnn moved down to the young teen’s breasts and started sucking on them. She sucked on one nipple and then the other one. It was certainly a feeling that Diana was unaccustomed to, and her young body was responding as she had started softly moaning. Her nipples were hard and poking out. After a few more minutes, LeeAnn moved on down. Diana resisted when LeeAnn attempted to spread her legs. Don and Earl, seeing this, each grabbed an ankle and forced Diana’s legs apart completely exposing her pussy lips. The teen’s muff, which had never been trimmed, was black and soft. The blonde lowered her mouth to the younger teen’s pussy. Diana squirmed and twisted with her young sexy legs being held open. “No! Don’t!” as she uncontrollably cried out when LeeAnn went to work, using her lips and tongue to manipulate Diana’s little clit. The young black-haired beauty was thrashing, unable to close her legs. Diana then suddenly cried out, “No!” while having a forced orgasm. It was not her first, but certainly her first caused by someone else. The young teen had on many occasions, late at night alone in her bedroom, fingered her little clit until she had climaxed. The young beauty had done it the first time when she was fifteen. She had told herself that what she was doing was immoral, but she couldn’t stop doing it. Diana was shy, but fantasized about boys she liked, or had a crush on, fucking her. Now that Diana’s pussy was sopping wet, LeeAnn got up and got out of the way while the young beauty sobbed out, “Please leave me alone now.” However, it was only the start of her first day’s ordeal. LeeAnn had to watch Diana being raped. It was Don that took her virginity. After he finished with her, Earl and Harvey took turns with her. Diana was still begging them to stop when Bart, recovered from her blowjob, fucked her. The men kept sexually abusing the sixteen-year-old for several hours. Anytime their cocks were not sufficiently hard enough, LeeAnn would have to suck them to full erection so that they could fuck the young black-haired beauty again. About three hours into the continued gangbang of Diana, she was on the verge of passing out. LeeAnn was then allowed to leave the cabin, while the men continued sexually abusing the young teen. After her first ordeal, Diana was kept on the yacht for a week and then taken to a place called Paradise Island and sold. It was where the beautiful young teen would be forced into prostitution. Before Paradise Island was remodeled and upgraded with the Hawaiian Palace being built, it was a secluded private island known for its discretion and House of Ill Repute. It was where men could enjoy pleasures with beautiful and sexy underage teen girls and young women that were brought to the island against their will. There, they were trained and forced into prostitution. It was said that only the innocent and most beautiful were taken to Paradise Island to be used for pleasure and men’s desires. That was still the mantra associated with the island, with some of the previous girls moved over to work at the Palace once it opened. LeeAnn was never told where Diana was sold, and where she was taken. She had been locked in her cabin the day that they sold the beautiful black-haired teen. However, that was all in the past; now, LeeAnn was walking into the cabin where the men were holding Kaimana Aukai, the young Hawaiian beauty.

Hypothermia Emergency by Executionus First Aider David had just lured the entire six-person bike team into the men's bathroom for an emergency medical intervention. The team had just biked for 45 minutes at near-freezing temperatures during a heavy rainfall at the tail end of a 10 hour ride, and all six of them looked like absolute hell. When David ordered the team to strip off their icy soaked clothing immediately, three of the guys were already taking their top halves off before he even said it. The guys were all so loopy from their ordeal that it actually took several seconds before even one of them noticed the elephant in the room...or more accurately, the estrogen in the room. Michelle, the lone girl of the team, was in here with them. Half of the guys were nearly naked before they even saw her. They were all most certainly too embarrassed to go all the way nude with her there watching, especially since the physical stress combined with the arctic temperatures had turned all of their precious male parts into travel size. Michelle, meanwhile, had not taken off a single thing. She was in disbelief of the order, assuming that David had somehow forgotten that she was a girl or something. She walked slowly towards the door out of the men's room, hoping to instead get changed in the ladies room like what made sense. Her vision was getting woozy though, as the adrenaline dump from no longer pedaling was instantly taking its toll on her entire body. To the shock of her teammates, Michelle went sideways right as she reached the door and fell to the ground. Johnny tried to rush to her aid, but since he wasn't in much better shape himself he tripped slightly as well and fell to a knee. Another boy on the team, Oliver, managed to help Michelle sit again, but she was suddenly far too dizzy for any more walking attempts. With her adrenaline no longer pumping she was crashing hard, suddenly feeling all of the abuse she just put her body through from both the riding and the extreme weather. First Aider David rushed back into the bathroom holding a small bag of emergency supplies, shocked to see a fully-dressed Michelle on the floor by the door as well as the boys either half dressed or still wearing some form of bottoms. David yelled out "What the hell do you all think you're doing? I said get your kits off immediately! Yes, all! Be adults about it. Your willies might legitimately fall off from hypothermia if you don't, and I'm not joking when I say that. GO! Move on with it!" The guys all began scrambling to undress themselves despite the significant embarrassment of knowing that Michelle was still in the room. All of them made sure to keep a hand over their severely-shrunken packages, but soon those hands were the only thing any of them were wearing. Michelle, however, had problems of her own. David started pulling Michelle's thick winter shirt off of her, as Michelle instantly and loudly protested. She spoke with very slurred words "Not here! Ladies room!" First Aider David got Michelle's attention and forced her to look him in the eyes as he calmly responded "No. I'm sorry, but no. You are in shock with hypothermia, the worst of everyone by far. You could pass out, hit your head, or a host of other very bad things. You cannot be alone right now, period, and neither Rebecca nor Lisa have any remote medical training. It has to be me, and it has to be here. You need my immediate care, as does Johnny, while I have to keep an eye on the others too for safety sake. I need everyone in one place, no time for modesty. Sorry, Michelle, but we're all going to see you naked tonight. It's either that or you risk losing limbs or worse." Michelle moaned in embarrassment from David's words as her pants were roughly ripped off next. While deep inside she knew David was telling the truth, most of her young and awkward 16-year-old brain was laser-focused on not wanting her close peers and teammates, all guys, to see her completely naked like this. It would be humiliating beyond belief, and she'd never be able to look at any of them in the eye ever again. She didn't even look good right now, with the heavy frozen rain turning her into a soaked wreck of a mess. Not that she wanted to be seen naked even in the best of cases, but the fact that she was a disaster currently made her feel even more ashamed as her clothing was stripped off one by one by the fairly cute First Aider. David yelled at the boys "In my bag are a few towels. I'm taking two for Michelle now, the rest are for you all. Towel off completely, and help Johnny as needed. And get your frigid hands off of your groins right this instant! Willies wagging, boys. Sorry. Nothing cold touches anywhere on your torsos until I say otherwise. It's very important. And don't try to warm your arms with hot water or anything like that, only dry for now. Go!" Even in her delirium and with her entire half-naked body shivering like crazy, Michelle still had the presence of mind to turn her head to face where the guys were all standing once David ordered them to move their hands. Her eyes lit up and a small bit of a smile hit her lips as she watched the blushing and shivering boys bare themselves to her one by one. Each boy watched Michelle staring at them as they exposed themselves and shamefully moved their hands away from their torsos. The five boys all felt very embarrassed about their cute riding partner seeing them naked, and it was even worse that she was seeing them all naked with ice-cold dicks smaller than most thumbs. From the delirium of her hypothermia, Michelle wasn't feeling ashamed to blatantly stare nor was she hiding her lusty glaring one iota, her mouth open and everything. Their cute riding mate staring at all of their dicks so intensely was just multiplying the boys' humiliation in this moment. They all rushed to grab their towels in order to towel off, with four of the five turning their backs on Michelle in order to hide their dicks while they dried themselves. The lone exception was Johnny, who from a mixture of dizziness and confusion just kept facing Michelle with his tiny chilly weiner on display for her. Michelle couldn't believe her luck with getting to see the boys naked like that, even if all of their dicks were artificially small. Somehow them being tiny from the cold made the act of her seeing them that much more exciting and forbidden, because she knew just how badly the boys DIDN'T want any woman to ever see them like that (and especially her). It made the show even more tantalizing, even more taboo, and vastly more delicious. Suddenly seeing her riding mates completely naked sent a gigantic jolt of pleasure through her entire body. Even if the dicks were tiny and the boys were soaked sloppy, their butts were hella-cute and each one of the naked boys was a very welcome and arousing sight for little Michelle. The loopy girl completely forgot her own embarrassment for several seconds as seeing all five naked boys momentarily made her forget that she was next on the naked list. She barely even noticed David moving her onto one of the towels, although she was happy to no longer be lying down on the cold floor. And then she shrieked when David lifted her sports bra up over her tits. Michelle quickly covered them with her arm while David pulled the bra off, knowing that David clearly saw her nipples in that split second before she could cover up. As David went for her knickers, she used her free hand to cover her privates before he could pull them down. They clung to her skin on the way down from how soaked they were, but eventually they were tossed aside. Michelle had jolted instantly to a fight or flight response as a result of being stripped naked, as she suddenly started trying to kick and headbutt David while clutching her small tits and her groin tightly with her hands. Michelle began to scream "NOOOOOO!" as she flailed around. David hugged her tightly and softly whispered soothing words, which managed to relax her down some. As Michelle's mind came back a little bit, she weakly pleaded "Please...don't let everyone see me naked. I don't want to be naked! I'm embarrassed!" First Aider David then told her "I'm sorry, but I need to move your hands off of your torso. Your hands are blue and ice cold, so they are making you worse. We are all going to see you naked now, but it's going to be ok." Michelle panicked. Even with her life potentially in danger, the mental effects of hypothermia were causing her only concern in the moment to be the preservation of her remaining modesty. As David grabbed at her wrists, Michelle desperately shook her head rapidly while pleading "No no no no no, please no, please no, no no no no! Don't move my hands, don't move my hands, DON'T MOVE MY HANDS!" In her current state she had zero chance of resisting David's strength at all, as he pulled both of Michelle's hands off of her body and held them outward. Michelle's tits and hairless coin slot were bare right in front of the hunky first aid man! She fought to free her arms but had very little strength left in her at all. While four of the guys were facing away from her drying, naked Johnny was staring right at her. With her lying down on her back with her legs pointed his direction Michelle quickly became worried about showing Johnny a much better view than what David was seeing if she accidentally opened her legs at all. Michelle was in extreme panic mode now as her shock levels reached critical "STOP! LET GO! NOOOOO! LET ME GOOOO! I'M NAKED I'M NAKED I'M NAKED, LET GOOOO OF MEEEEEEEE!" David was struggling to calm her "Michelle! Michelle it's ok, I've got you. I've got you you're ok. Michelle!" Looking around the room for some idea, David suddenly thought of something when he looked at the five naked boys. He then called out "BOYS! Everyone, set down your wet towels and turn to face this way for a minute. I need your help calming Michelle." Johnny was already facing that way, but the other four boys who were more mentally with it absolutely did not want to expose themselves in their extremely shrunken states to their teammate again. They didn't have a choice, though, and they knew it. As the four of them turned around to face their cute girl partner, it only then dawned on all of them that SHE was naked now. Her skinny little freckled body was completely exposed for them. Their eyes all lit up once they could see her bare legs tightly together leading to her slit, and her small tits with their cute deep pink nipples pointing right at the boys. Michelle whined "NOOOOO! DON'T LOOK AT MEEEEEEEE!" All six total boys continued to look at her, as David said to her "Michelle...look! Look Michelle! Your teammates are naked right now right in front of you. See?" Very confused, Michelle asked "What?" and then looked over towards the five boys. She then noticed again that they were all butt naked with all five of their dicks on show for her. The boys all blushed from being forced to stand on display for her, as they were all much more coherent than she was and they were fully aware of what was going on. Michelle, however, was still in largely a waking dream state. When she saw the naked boys she relaxed immediately, smiling brightly with her eyes wide open. Having no filter right now as if she was drunk, Michelle blurted out "You guys are hot! Why ain't you always naked? Why are all your cocks so small? Can you make them get bigger? I want 'em bigger please. Tiny ones are no fuuuun." The boys were so humiliated having her stare at them, but when she commented on how small they were right now it sent the experience into a whole new level of shame for all of them. They all just stood there like ashamed statues, not taking their eyes off of the naked Michelle and keeping their icy hands at their side to avoid lowering their core temps any lower. This meant that they had no way of covering up. David was toweling off the naked and distracted Michelle, who without thinking about what she was doing ended up spreading her legs pretty wide on the ground. The five bikers were all staring between her legs now, all of them watching intensely as Michelle's modest coin slot began to slowly inch its way open in front of them. They could all see hints of pink in there, which was a view that even managed to sober up Johnny quite quickly. Michelle eventually noticed David again and whined "Hey, why aren't YOU naked? That's cheating. Get naked!" David chuckled "Later. First I have to dry you off completely and then elevate your core temp with a warm compress." Michelle then looked down and watched the towel rubbing her. "That feels good. Hey...I'M NAKED! Why am I naked? Stop touching me, I'm naked! Stop looking at me! I need clothes. I can't be naked, that's dirty! PERVERT!" As she struggled and tried to fight again, she actually took a swing at David (who blocked it). The delusional girl then looked back towards the guys and gasped "Ooooh hello!" as she stopped fighting again. David shook his head "Lads, I have to give Michelle my full attention. Frankly she's scaring me. She's calm when looking at you lot starkers though, which helps. Hate to use you as a distraction, but you get to see her baps and cunny right back so I don't wanna hear any whining. Each of you grab one of the compresses and warm yourselves, then toss me the bag. Don't warm your limbs, that can stress your heart from messed up blood flow. Only torso. Alternate putting it on your neck, chest, tummy, and groin. Yes I said groin. Instructions say knobs and fannies get heat. No I'm not joking. Google it later. You might wanna start with your groins to be frank, unless any of you somehow prefer this fit girl seeing your weinie all teeny. Honestly if any of you lot fancy a wank afterward while you're standing there, have at it. You'll keep her occupied for me and probably warm yourself too." The five guys couldn't believe that they were essentially being asked to put on a sexy show for their girl teammate, but all five of them were a little worried about her and were up to doing whatever little bits they could help to aid her recovery. Besides, staring at her naked body was a significant side benefit of all of this mess. Still, the way that loopy Michelle carelessly stared at them all while literally drooling slightly and making rude comments was causing them all much more humiliation than they wanted to admit. And then suddenly the door to the bathroom opened up, and in walked two more beautiful women and another guy: Rebecca the group leader, Lisa the bike repairer, and Geoff the morale officer. Rebecca walked in first while speaking "David what's the situa--OH FUCK!" Standing directly in front of her was all five male bikers completely nude and facing her way, and not a single one of them was even using their hands to cover up their shrunken penises. The boys all jumped in fright as their sexy group leader saw them all naked, followed by Lisa seeing them naked half a second later. The boys were instantly mortified realizing that all three of the girls on their crew have now seen them nude with their anatomy in its tiniest state possible from the cold. Behind the ladies, Geoff walked in as well, happening to notice Michelle in all of her beautiful naked glory as she was struggling with David while lying on a towel on the ground. Rebecca shouted as she covered her eyes "EEEEK! SORRY, SORRY, God I'm sorry! I thought you would be clothed since Michelle was in here. Where is Michelle?" While Rebecca was considerate enough to cover her eyes, Lisa had no desire to do so as she memorized every inch of the embarrassed boys' skin without blinking. Geoff was doing the same with Michelle. David quickly yelled "I don't have time for distractions! Michelle is in severe shock complete with confused paranoid delusions and her core temp might be dangerously low. Becca I TOLD you we needed to park it and wait the storm out. You, Lisa, out! Don't let anyone else in here until we're finished. Geoff, handle the boys, warm compresses, and make sure Johnny especially doesn't pass out and fall." As Rebecca and Lisa left and Geoff ran to the boys, Michelle angrily whined "Why does HE get to keep his clothes if we don't? That's not fair!" David ignored such a dumb question and finally finished toweling off Michelle. She was dry now but he needed to get a read of her temperature to see if extreme emergency measures were needed or not. David grabbed a thermometer from his satchel, but when he tried to put it into Michelle's mouth she angrily bit at it as hard as she could, narrowly missing. Acting quickly, David decided that Michelle's modesty was far less important than her life. Since Michelle's mouth was too dangerous for this, he instead stuck the thermometer deep inside of her pussy. Michelle moaned and then looked between her own legs in extreme confusion trying to figure out what just felt so good. All six of the boys across from her, even Geoff, were staring at the thermometer buried deep inside of her and enjoying the view of her labia wrapped around it. For all intents and purposes it was like an extra-thin dildo inserted into her. It had to be left inside of her for several seconds in order to get an accurate reading. David quickly looked over at the boys who all seemed to be doing far better now thanks to the heating pads they were rubbing on themselves. Even Johnny had stopped his constant shivering and swaying back and forth, looking mostly like himself again. As a bonus indication that the boys were doing better, David noticed all five of them growing slight erections born from staring directly at Michelle too hard. Applying heat down there had worked to completely reverse any and all shrinkage effects for the embarrassed boys, bringing them all back to their normal sizes. And with every passing second each one was expanding towards its maximum. As Michelle looked their way again, she softly mumbled "Oo0o0o0o0o. Hot." When David pulled the thermometer out of her, it read slightly over 33°C. David swore intensely, as this was right on the cusp of the deadly danger zone. Anything below 35°C was hypothermia, and below 32°C could be fatal. With her mental state seemingly getting worse by the second, David considered this read to be relatively accurate despite the thermometer's unusual placement. Drastic measures needed to be taken to warm her core up and fast. He needed to change tactics, if he could figure something out quickly. With him not holding her hands anymore, Michelle absently started rubbing herself slowly in front of all of the naked boys watching her while rocking her head around on the towel like it was floating. She seemed unaware of what she was even doing, just acting on physical instinct from the boys making her feel good down there. She was staring at them all with her mouth open smiling as if she'd never seen a more sexy view in her entire life. Being a well-behaved 16-year-old girl, the reality was that she actually hadn't yet. Meanwhile the sight of her touching herself instantly finished the erecting process on the five naked boys, none of which could believe their good fortune. Rebecca and Lisa then suddenly opened the door, with both of them staring right at the boys this time. Lisa's mouth dropped as she gasped out loud "God! Look at the bells on THEM whistles!" Rebecca chastised her "Lisa, behave! I'm sure they're quite embarrassed right now. Imagine if you were naked in front of them instead." She then handed a bottle to David, still sitting by the door with Michelle, while telling him "I remembered that I had this in my purse still. It's, well, intimate warming oil meant for rubbing skin. Let's just say it feels amazing when applied. It's not exactly designed for hypothermia but I thought it might help." David smirked "I might just use this actually. Thanks! Becca, be on standby to call 999 and tell them we may have an emergency hypothermic situation with a young female. I'm working to fix her up now and everything should be fine, but if I yell out the door that we need paramedics, be ready to call them." As Rebecca and the extremely-reluctant Lisa shut the door again, David finally noticed Michelle touching herself and had to immediately pull her hands away from there. Her hands were literally blueish and did not need to be making direct contact with such a vulnerable core area right now. Michelle moaned in frustration and then tried to awkwardly headbutt David with zero success. This horny response gave David an idea for what to do next in order to warm her up fast, and so he shifted into his new plan. David yelled out "Lads! You're all warm enough for now even though I know you're feeling cold still. Michelle needs massive attention from all of us immediately, she's at 33°C. All of you get over here right now and bring all the warming pads. You too Geoff. We all need to warm her core together all at once, ASAP" Worried about their friend (and truthfully, excited about the idea of getting closer and touching her while she was naked), the boys all jumped into action. David directed all of them towards certain key locations like heart, liver, neck, abs, and both lungs. Each boy had a pad in each hand, rubbing the extreme heat all over Michelle's frozen little body. David even took care to personally be the one to rub a warm pad onto Michelle's privates, mostly to protect what little remained of her modesty but also because a part of him really enjoyed rubbing her there even if he was careful to not literally touch any parts with his hand. Nobody would ever deny that Michelle was extremely attractive, as biking so much had forged her body into a fit specimen. All of the seven boys were greatly enjoying the ability to surround her naked body and rub it all over. Michelle instantly squirmed happily from the sea of boys, most of which naked and erect, rubbing warm pads all over her frozen skin and all of her various parts. She wasn't of the mind to resist basic urges, so she kept moaning quietly and kept putting her cold hands on the naked boys surrounding her. The boys jumped every time her icy hands touched one of their peckers, but not a one of them made any effort to block her from doing it whenever it was their turn to be groped by their friend. The heat alone felt orgasmic to Michelle with how cold she was, but having it applied all over her nude body by sexy nude athletes like a hedonist triggered a deep and buried fetish in the normally-modest good girl. David's hand between her legs moving up and down was doing things to her that she could barely withstand. All of her fighting and attempts at violence was a thing of the distant past to her as she melted into pleasure from the touch of the 7 total guys. After around 2 minutes of direct heating, Michelle mentally "woke up" so to speak. Awareness of her situation (and her nudity) came very suddenly as she jumped in panic. Michelle screamed without warning, startling all of the guys who leaned away from her. Michelle threw her hands over her body to cover it. She mumbled "I'm naked! Everyone can see me naked!" David quickly pulled her hands back off of her effortlessly as she was far too weakened to offer much resistance. He then talked to her in a soothing voice "Michelle, it's me. David. Your body temperature dropped dangerously low, and it's still much lower than it needs to be. We need to finish warming your core, followed by your limbs. You need to keep your arms at your side and keep still while we do this. It's very important" As the boys resumed rubbing her all over with heating pads, Michelle whimpered "This is so humiliating.... I'm a proper girl, I can't be...like this!" Johnny then commented "We're naked too, if it helps any." Michelle looked over at Johnny and scanned his body completely. She then sheepishly replied with a slight blush "It does. Quite a bit, to be honest. But I still feel so embarrassed and...dirty. I'm so ashamed." David commented "There's nothing dirty or scandalous happening, girl. We're all friends and we're all taking care of you during a medical emergency, that's it. Now relax. You'll feel much better soon." Michelle tried to relax, but she could see all of the eyes around her staring at her small little breasts, her erect nipples, all of her skin, and David's hand rubbing her between her legs. The embarrassment of realizing that every single one of the guys on the team had now seen and even touched all over her naked body was so massively impossible to bear. Michelle had always been the good girl, the one who listened to her parents, teachers, and preachers. She didn't fall to any temptations, be they of drug or flesh. To go from a proper girl fit for polite society to now being a naked girl groped by 7 men on the floor of a seedy public men's room was such an intense and degrading shock to her system that she could barely cope with it at all. After about 30 more seconds of having heat rubbed all over her, Michelle seemed to be gathering her memories back. She shut her eyes and whined "Oh God.... I was attacking David. I'm so sorry. And I molested all of you guys without consent. That was unacceptable! All of it. I can't believe I did that to you guys while you were trying to help me." All of the guys quickly told her that it was fine and ok. Everyone knew that she wasn't of right mind. Oliver even added "Without sounding too dodgy, most men would pay good money for such a privilege from you. You needn't apologize." Michelle actually giggled slightly from Oliver's line. The warm pads rubbing her skin and all of her parts was starting to really feel amazing, and not just from beating the cold either. Much to Michelle's shame, she felt a special deep pleasure from David's hand rubbing the pad between her legs. Good girls don't talk about such things though, so she was determined to pretend that she wasn't experiencing sexual pleasure from this. She was though. She was feeling quite a strong level of it. As more of her memories came back, she then looked away from all of the boys and sadly told them "I also remember me making fun of you guys when you were cold. Teasing you about your sizes while you were all suffering and vulnerable. That was unforgivably cruel and absolutely despicable. I cannot believe I was even capable of such evil, hypothermia or not. I apologize profusely, and I feel a strong obligation to ensure that all of you know that my comments were inaccurate. Having seen all of you now in your, um, fully grown capacities, I can attest that not a one of you is substandard in body even slightly. You all look...very pleasing. I am pleased by what I've seen. Quite pleased. I sincerely hope that none of you feels any harm to your esteem because of me" Morale Officer Geoff was the first to reply, despite being fully clothed "Dear, all of us feel nothing but affection and positivity for you. The lads are not going to be bothered by careless words when you were out of it. We were all more worried about you than anything else. I'm glad you're coming back to your senses fully." Oliver then joked "Besides, we saw your true feelings earlier when you immediately started touching yourself when we got hard." Michelle whipped her head around to look at him in shock "I did NOT!" Johnny nodded "Um, you actually did. And you fought David when he pulled your hand away." She shut her eyes again in shame "Greeeeat. Wonderful." David laughed a bit at Michelle's indignant reaction "Hun, you realize that you're allowed to like sex and nudity right? It's not improper. It's human. We can all tell that you're feeling lots of those feelings right now by the way. It's pretty obvious. But don't be ashamed of that sort of thing. Let yourself go and relax, let yourself enjoy the rubbing and the attention. I know it's hot for you. It's hot for us too, being honest. We'll take care of you and make you feel good all over, no worries. You just smile and concentrate on actually feeling good. For us. For me. Can you do that, Michelle?" Michelle shyly nodded. She was indeed feeling very strong pleasures from the touch of the boys and their warm pads. 14 glorious pads spread across her entire torso from her neck to her groin, including hands on her back reaching underneath her nude body. While so much of her prudish upbringing was telling her to fight this, the soft and soothing tone of David's voice, plus the trust she has in all of her teammates, led her to choose to embrace the feelings. It felt so amazingly sexy to be naked and rubbed by all of these boys with elite athlete bods, most of them naked as well. Her hedonism fetish buried inside of her subconscious was moving more and more to the forefront of her mind by the second. Besides, she didn't really have the energy to fight anything at this point, so might as well enjoy it instead. After another minute, David addressed everyone "Ok, I think her core is up to safe levels. Now that we don't have to worry about heart strain we need to spread out and make sure her limbs are recovered too. Michelle, I'm gonna give you two heating pads to hold in your hands. Don't try to squeeze them or anything, just let them casually heat your hands back up to normal. Oliver, you work her left arm and left side. Johnny, left leg and foot. Wally, right arm and side. Oscar, right leg and foot. Billy, you keep working her back area but spread out a little more, including the lower zone which is going to need attention even if it's embarrassing for her. Geoff, you focus on her neck, chest, and shoulders. I'll keep working where I am on her midsection and groin region." All of the boys reset and started rubbing their assigned zones. The touch of heat on her previously-ignored icy limbs sent an intense jolt of pleasure through Michelle that caused her to release a slight moaning sound. Instantly she was ashamed for having done that, locking her jaw shut tightly and making it a mission of hers from that point on to not make any lewd sounds while this was happening to her. The pads rubbing her thighs and her butt brought a particularly strong reaction, not to mention David's pad ceaselessly rubbing between her legs. But Michelle was highly determined to keep a professional and proper stoic look on her face at all costs. Even though David told her to relax and mentioned that the boys could tell she was enjoying this, she still didn't want them to see HOW MUCH she was enjoying it. The animal side of her brain had never felt better and wanted to stay here touched by the boys for the rest of her life. There was barely any nuance to her feelings and that scared the crap out of her. She couldn't bear the shame of letting the boys all see the true extent to which she was enjoying all of this physical attention. Michelle was becoming even more embarrassed by her arousal than she was her nudity, which was a pretty big level to surpass. Unknown to Michelle, her determined efforts to look proper and unaroused by all of this were failing. Her face wore a mask of tension and stress as she blushed, and all of the guys could tell that she was trying very hard to hold back her responses. They were all quite fascinated by watching her facial reactions to being rubbed. With every new place touched, it seemed as though she inched closer and closer to cracking. Every twitch of her mouth and cheeks, every roll of the eyes, Michelle was losing her ability to pretend that she wasn't overflowing with sexual pleasure through all of this. All of the boys could tell, it was as obvious as a nuke dropped at midnight. The boys all wondered just what it would take to make Michelle finally let go of her shame and allow herself to express her actual uninhibited feelings. They all wanted to see this beautiful-yet-sheltered young girl truly let loose for once in her life. After a few more minutes, Rebecca and Lisa peeked in the door again asking for an update. Both of them stared at Michelle squirming around on the ground being rubbed head-to-toe by 7 attractive men, and the two women instantly felt a deep sense of jealousy of Michelle's position...even if they didn't want to admit that out loud. David told the two of them that Michelle was out of the worst of it and that they wouldn't need to call 999 or anything, but that it would still be at least 10 minutes before he felt she was fully better. When they closed the door again, both women shared a silent yet knowing glance...part of each of them was wishing it was them on that floor being pampered by naked boys instead of Michelle. Once Rebecca and Lisa were gone again, David spoke up "Ok, since Michelle is out of the real danger zone we can all take a breath of relief. That said, I want to see how well this heating oil Becca gave me helps warm her skin. Everyone give me your hands and I'll give you some of it. Rub it all over Michelle, making sure to not miss a spot anywhere. If I'm right, she should start feeling much better quite quickly." All of the boys happily put down their warming pads and held out their bare hands for the oil. Michelle was too stunned from her arousal for the reality of the next step to hit her at first. When she saw the boys getting oil on their hands, suddenly it hit her: They were about to touch her nude body all over with their BARE HANDS, not just thick pads like before. All of Michelle's upbringing told her to stop this, to protest and demand them to not cross this line. But here in this moment, the temptation was much too strong to simply play innocent and pretend that she didn't know how sexual this was. She could always rationalize this oil massage as pure medical, nothing more. Only a pervert would assume even one percent of this was sexual. Michelle was beginning to see herself as exactly that type of pervert, however, because her sex drive was already kicked into overdrive even without being oiled yet. Even if she knew deep down that she was exactly the type of pervert she always pretended not to be, her pride commanded her to keep putting on a straight face no matter what in order to ensure that none of the boys ever developed a hint of just how sexually into this hedonistic pampering she was. She could never endure the shame if the boys figured out she actually got horny pleasure from this. All at once the seven horny teen boys began rubbing the warming oil all over Michelle's bare skin. The oil produced a nearly-orgasmic warming sensation almost instantly on contact with her skin, causing her to accidentally moan the instant the 14 hands touched her. She then gripped her teeth shut with all of her might, desperate to keep her massive arousal a secret no matter what. She couldn't stop herself from making slight noises through her tightly-shut mouth, however, and she was squirming around on the towel like a caterpillar on a sidewalk. Her legs were actively rubbing themselves against the nude boys legs kneeling on her sides, and her arms began to do the same. Her carnal hormones were tempting her to grab the hard rods all around her. She knew that she did it earlier when she was loopy, but she couldn't bear the shame of doing that when awake and fully herself. The boys would KNOW it was her of sound mind doing it. But her hands yearned to touch their private male flesh none-the-less. Her self-imposed torture was driving her mad. She was going to crack sooner rather than later. The hands rubbing oil all over her body began to roam and explore, covering all of her arms, legs, back, collar, and tummy. The boys were avoiding the most intimate of her areas, but those hands seemed to inch closer to them with every passing second. Johnny and Oscar, the two naked boys rubbing up her legs, were moving higher and higher up her thighs and making sure to focus on the inner thigh primarily. Despite her shame, Michelle felt herself parting her legs more and more the higher the boys hands got. She didn't even want to imagine the type of view they were getting right now, especially since there was no longer any heating pad covering her pussy up. She was deathly afraid of her wetness levels being visible to them in this position. If only she knew how tremendously obvious her wetness really was to all seven of the boys staring at her down there, and not just Johnny and Oscar looking up her legs.... If she ever suspected even a fraction of the display she was putting on, she probably would've slammed her legs shut in an instant. Geoff finally moved his hands from Michelle's upper chest to her tight small breasts, rubbing the warm oil over her sensitive boobs and nipples. She inhaled sharply the instant her nipples were even grazed, and when Geoff began to really rub them by sliding his four fingers back and forth over them it caused Michelle to arch her back upwards towards his hands. Her tits were rising into the air trying to increase the contact level with his hands, while Michelle's breathing got louder and louder. Wally and Oliver reached over from her arms, grabbing the nearest boob while Geoff's hands moved to massage the cleavage between. From behind her, Billy was rubbing her butt and making sure to squeeze it frequently. Johnny and Oscar were rubbing the base of her leg joints now, literally inches away from her pussy from below. David was rubbing her bald mound, literally inches from her pussy from above. Michelle was twisting her pelvis around, trying to move it towards one of the hands so torturously close to her soaked girl parts. She held her teeth together still trying to fight her vocal reactions in vain, but her bodily reactions were completely unrestrained at this point. She needed to be finished and all of them knew it. She was so close that her shyness was melting away, replaced by a desperation to cum even if it had to be in front of all of the boys. David placed his fingers on the left and right outer edges of her labia, just barely not touching those throbbing lips. He then softly told Michelle "Honey, I'm not going to rub you there until you stop fighting and finally let yourself enjoy this and admit that you're feeling good. If you say the words, out loud, and stop clenching your teeth and being so tense...then I'll give you what you want." Michelle whined loudly "AAAAAAAARRRGH! Ok fine! I give up! Do it! Do it already! I feel good and I can't take anymore teasing! Please, David, have mercy on me!" David smiled a huge grin, which Michelle saw and knew meant trouble. David then moved his hand onto her pussy and started rubbing it at high speeds, getting the warming oil all over it. Michelle inhaled and moaned intensely, no longer holding anything back. Her entire body was squirming and thrashing around as the seven boys each stimulated her in their own ways. Without warning, Michelle grabbed onto the dicks of Wally and Oscar on her sides, squeezing them tightly and holding onto them for support. With David rubbing her clit while Johnny and Oscar rubbed the sides of her pelvic region, Michelle's orgasm was rising to the surface faster and more intensely than anything she had ever felt before. With Geoff rubbing her cleavage, Wally and Oliver playing with her nipples, and Billy rubbing and squeezing her butt, all seven guys were putting in their effort to finish her off. She howled as she thrashed her body violently from the massive intensity of her approaching climax "Oh my GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! OH! OH! OOOOH! OOOOOOH!" Her pussy tingled and gushed, mere moments away from perfect bliss. She frantically screamed at the boys "Don't stop no matter what, I'm about to cuuuuuuum! OOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!" Michelle's orgasm hit her at last as she bucked her hips up and down furiously, gasping and moaning as if she was having a seizure. As she commanded, the boys didn't stop, keeping up their efforts and prolonging her massive orgasm. Nothing in her life had ever felt even a fraction this good before. The cold mixed with the heating oil, the 14 hands, the naked boys, and even the embarrassment and shame from all of them seeing and groping her naked body, all of these factors combined to give her a climax so mind-blowing that it felt like the culmination of her entire life up to that point. It held for over 20 seconds before it finally came to an end, with her breathing erratically afterwards. The boys were still stimulating her until she finally told them to stop, allowing her to finally come down from her Everest-level high. While she came down, the seven boys gently rubbed her skin, all easing her down and helping her to softly coast into pure afterglow. She felt so good in this moment, it was as if all of her stress and worries were gone. She didn't even feel ashamed of being naked in front of everybody anymore, because it brought her to this blissfully magnificent moment. After 30 more seconds and she finally came to rest, David broke the silence "So...you feel better now, beautiful?" Michelle smiled up at him and nodded, answering "Yes. That was...well, it was right indescribable is what it was. Thank you, all of you, for giving me that feeling. This was your plan, wasn't it David? I felt so humiliated because I was naked so you made this naughty little plan to make me feel so wonderful that it made my embarrassment go away. Cheeky bastard, I swear. But thank you so much...for everything." David and the others smiled at her warmly, as David chuckled "You don't have to thank me. I had a blast too. And I was just looking out for my friend's well-being, no big deal" Michelle playfully smacked his hand with a tear in her eye "No, David. Please, do NOT be modest. Not about this. You most likely saved my life tonight. I remember you saying that I was down to 33°C when I was at the worst of it. That is massively dangerous and possibly fatal if not addressed immediately, and you knew that. Most other men might've chosen to preserve my modesty at the risk of my life, but you didn't. You made a risky call without even worrying about getting in trouble for it, and it saved me from dying in this dirty bathroom. I need you to realize how profoundly I appreciate the choices you made...even if they were really embarrassing and quite naughty. I'm not ready to die yet, not even close. I can never repay you enough for saving me." David, a slight tear in his eye as well, replied "Michelle, you don't have to repay me. Without sounding like too much of a randy wanker, I got all the payback I'll ever need and then some I assure you. I'll never forget our little fun time. I never imagined you of all people could be THAT expressive when being stimulated. That was hotter than anything I could've imagined. Don't you agree boys?" All of the guys enthusiastically agreed, which sent a warm tingle through Michelle's spine and tummy. It gave her an odd feeling of butterflies, and somehow that pleasant feeling led to the next words out of her mouth.... With an uncharacteristically naughty-yet-bashful grin, Michelle addressed the boys "Well...since I am apparently susceptible to hypothermia, and we're in the middle of winter, perhaps...if it's the doctor's orders, of course...perhaps we could make this sort of warming up method our new camp ritual? Perhaps...doing this after every long ride? Only if our First Aider prescribes it, of course. These decisions are best left to experts, not me. I'd only be following medical orders, and I could never disobey such orders." All of the boys looked at her with wide eyes....Michelle had just asked to do this every day from now on! David struggled to regain his voice as he replied "Um...yeah. Yeah! The First Aider does indeed prescribe full-body nude full-contact warming sessions on Michelle from now on. You know, for safety reasons." Michelle squirmed bashfully, then looked at each of the boys in the eyes one after another before whispering "Seriously though, that...experience...you gave me at the end was so amazing. I've never felt the intimate touch of a man before, much less seven at once. I greatly underestimated how pleasurable such improper activities could truly be. I suspect that I may be...less resistant to these activities in the future, given the right circumstances and the right partners. But for the next few days...if I know THAT is waiting for me at camp every time, I'm going to start peddling twice as fast from now on." Oliver chuckled "Milady, if I know touching you is waiting for me at camp, chaps are gonna mistake me for a motorcyclist." Everyone laughed at Oliver's line. David then looked over at the male bicyclists, each sporting desperate-looking erections, and then he quickly looked away again and commented "Ok boys, enough is enough. Michelle's beauty on display is timeless, but I think your own nudity has long overstayed it's welcome. Go toss off in the toilet stalls and get dressed now if you all wouldn't mind." Michelle's eyes lit up as she loudly called out "Wait!" Everyone turned towards her as she blushed and wiggled awkwardly while slowly answering in a meek voice "Perhaps...instead of you all...doing that...in the stalls. Maybe...I could watch?" The boys' jaws all dropped, leading Michelle to quickly catch herself "I mean it's only fair! You all watched me. More than watched even. I think I've earned the privilege of watching seven handsome males performing for me." Geoff, an expert at elementary-school-level math, noticed only five naked boys, and realized himself and David were included in Michelle's number. He repeated in a stunned voice "Um...seven?" Michelle smiled at him "Seven. Yes. Surely you and my valorous hero aren't too bashful to join the rest of us in our natural state. I'd be quite saddened were any of you to abstain from allowing me to watch you demonstrate your masculine virility for me. I understand that not every girl is worthy of seven gorgeous men performing for her at once, but I had hoped that perhaps...I was?" Geoff laughed "Oh you are, Chell. And I'm pretty sure you're quite aware of that." David shook his head left and right with a smirk and replied "I honestly can't fault her logic. Alright boys, let's give the lady what she wants!" Around a minute later, Rebecca and Lisa opened the men's room door again, this time shocked to see all seven guys on the team, bikers and support staff, buck naked with hard cocks in hand all standing and pointed towards the door and nude little Michelle propped up on her elbows on the towel facing them all with her legs open and breasts displayed for the men's viewing enjoyment. The guys all froze in shock and embarrassment at being caught by the two other women. Michelle looked at the girls and meekly said "Um...doctor's orders?" Lisa brashly walked into the men's room loudly declaring "Ok...THAT'S IT! Whatever you guys are doing, I want in!" As Lisa reached down and jerked her shirt off in a single motion, the guys all gave her a thumbs up with their free hand. Lisa then turned behind her "You coming Rebecca?" Rebecca's mouth dropped for a second, until finally she answered "I mean, there's no way that I'm going to be the only person left out of this! Gimme a second first, though." Rebecca used the Sharpie in her pocket and a paper towel from the dispenser to write a crude sign she taped to the outside of the door with some medical tape from the first aid bag. The sign read "Out of order. No entry!" Turns out those toilets were out of order for quite a long time.... As the ten teens finally exited much later, all fully clothed and glowing radiantly, Rebecca quietly whispered "So from now on, we don't do this in a filthy and smelly men's room." The others replied in union "Agreed!" The End.

Hayley's Third Photoshoot by Englishanon Hayley takes things further on her third photoshoot. This story is another slow-build, focusing on details but gradually building. After the first two photoshoots, Hayley is asked to do another, but this time, with another model. After her second photoshoot with Pete, Hayley had completely changed her long-standing opinions on nude models. For so long, she had thought of any girl that was prepared to get naked for someone to photograph was nothing more than a bimbo who had no respect for her body. However, now she could see the fascination, and had felt the rush for herself. Luckily for her, Dan was not just supportive of her new hobby, but was actively encouraging her to do more sets with Pete. Following her admission to him that in the second shoot she had done as he hoped and posed completely nude, letting Pete take full frontal pictures, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Not jealous, that another someone had seen her completely naked, but turned on by the thought of it. He imagined how Pete must have felt, seeing Hayley in all her glory that first time, knowing that even though it was part and parcel of his past-time, he was still a male in his early twenties, and it must have been hot for him, even if he would never admit it out loud. The spark had rapidly returned between them following Hayley’s second shoot, and neither of them wanted to stop and run the risk of it fizzling out again. Plus, Hayley had enjoyed herself that much, she wanted to do more, and Dan couldn’t wait to arrange them, even though he hadn’t seen the photographs from the first two sets yet. Over the next couple of weeks, Hayley did another five shoots with Pete, almost every time with little dares from Dan. She had described the room to Dan, giving him a good mental image of how it was, so just before she left for shoot number three, his request was that she do roughly ten pictures next to the window with the blinds open, and be at least topless for them. Despite Hayley’s initial reservation about potentially exposing her small boobs to a stranger walking by, or even worse, someone she knew walking past and seeing her, she saw his challenge through, and another intense sexual liaison followed her confirmation she had done what he dared her to. Hayley had done pictures in several other rooms of Pete’s house, including the back bedroom. This was nothing more than a large, almost empty space except for a couple of boxes in one corner, and she had posed in lingerie against the walls. Whilst this may have sounded bland at first, compared to some of her other shoots, the thrill for her was that behind his house, there was a large grassy area where people would regularly walk dogs, and Pete had not got around to putting up curtains or blinds, since he didn’t use the room. As she left for photoshoot seven, Dan gave her his latest challenge – to do a nude shoot in the back bedroom, including at least ten pictures of her at the window, looking out over a field. He knew Hayley would do this now, since she had become a lot more confident in her herself with each shoot she did, so he decided to add a little more. “Not only are you not to cover up any part of yourself, but if you see someone walking their dog, I want you to stay there until the challenge is done,” He said, grinning cheekily as he gave the challenge. “And if they see you, they see you!” “Oh wow! Just when I thought I knew how kinky you are, you go even further. Ok, I’ll see what I can do…” She replied, instantly feeling herself getting hot at what he had asked, before mentally preparing herself to fulfil his request. Photographing girls in the nude had recently become even more regular for Pete thanks to Dan, who had recommended him to four different female friends of his from the pub, knowing that none of them would likely pass up a chance to model for him. His logic had been that they were forever posting pictures of themselves and selfies on Facebook and Instagram, so having a semi-professional photoshoot was bound to appeal to them. Besides, ‘what girl doesn’t like having their picture taken?’ Each one of them had jumped at the chance, and whilst two of them had done shoots in nice clothes, but shown no interest in revealing anything more in future shoots and lost interest, Sarah and Nicky had both returned several times, Both girls had taken the same route, firstly shooting fully clothed in a nice dress or similar, then doing an underwear or swimwear shoot, before progressing to topless, and finally, nude. Pete was certainly not complaining. He now had a regular rotation of five girls willing to pose nude for him at any given moment. He was trying to ensure he shot them evenly, although because of how far Hayley had come in such a short time, and how she was always open to trying new things and ideas, he looked on her as his favourite. Due to this, he was giving her preferential treatment for when she wanted to do a photoshoot wherever possible, but it didn’t stop him from thinking about how he would like to do a shoot with more than one person. Driving over to Pete’s house, Hayley could think of little else except for Dan’s challenge. She had realised by the end of shoot number two that she had awoken a hidden exhibitionist side of herself that she didn’t know existed. With every shoot thereafter, the tease and eventual reveal to Pete as he took the pictures served to really get her going, as well as leading to incredible sex when she recounted the events to Dan at home. It was just that this request was different. Before, she was revealing herself to a photographer. Someone who saw and photographed young women nude on a fairly regular occurrence, but this time, he wanted her to let a random person see her. The thought of it both terrified, and to her own surprise, aroused her. When she arrived at his house, she was still undecided whether she would go through with it, but after a few minutes in front of the camera, the urge was too much, so she told Pete about Dan’s request, and wanted to do it. When she got home after the shoot, Dan was eager to hear about how the shoot went. Hayley was, like always, highly excited as she told him about the various sets she had done, and how she had essentially been naked from the first set onwards, changing only her stockings occasionally, and knowing that the suspense was building up inside him. “And how about my little challenge? Did you go through with it?” He asked, no longer able to contain himself. “Hmm, did I pose naked in the room with no curtains? Or did anyone see me…?” she pondered out loud, dragging out the tease for a little longer. “Both,” She said, answering her questions and his at the same time. “I did the shoot in the room, and I know several people saw me, because I could see them on the field. At first, it was only one guy. A chavvy looking lad walking a pitbull, and he just stood there watching as I pretended not to have noticed him. I saw him quickly make a phone call, so decided to wait to go by the window, thinking he would leave, but a few minutes later, two other lads joined him. They were all looking directly at me, not even trying to hide it, so I started moving over towards the window.” Dan was rock hard as he sat listening to Hayley tell him about how she had exposed herself to three strangers, and when she said Pete had told her he had a picture of her from behind with her arms on the window above her head, and the three of them in the background, he couldn’t take any more, resulting in another lengthy session of carnal passion and lust. By the time they were finished, it was almost midnight, but Hayley went for a shower, not wanting to go to sleep and have Dan’s cum dribble out of her in the night. When she returned, Dan told her he had asked Pete to send him the picture she described, and upon receiving it, told how much he loved it, and her. “You didn’t give me a chance to tell you the last part earlier,” Hayley said. “He has asked if I would like to do an ‘erotic’ shoot with Carly. I said I wasn’t sure, and would see what you thought about it.” This revelation caught Dan completely off-guard, but after a couple of seconds of thinking about it, he told Hayley he would love for her to do it. “He said he had told her he wanted to do more erotic stuff, possibly with another person, and I was his first thought when she said she would be up for it, but he wasn’t sure if I would or not, because of you and me,” Hayley explained. “When I asked what it would involve, he said he was thinking, kissing, some touching, and it would be up to us if we went further.” Dan wasn’t even debating if he was happy for her to do this. He wanted her to, and the thought of her being photographed in such a way was turning him on way more than he was earlier. Telling her this, he knew that she also wanted to do the shoot, but would have refused if he was not happy at the idea, simply because she loved him more than the idea of being photographed being intimate with another girl. After a short discussion, they unanimously agreed to Hayley doing the shoot, and Dan said he would text Pete the following day to confirm it. Hayley was asleep within minutes of finishing their conversation, but Dan struggled to get any at all. Instead, he ended up spending most of the night with a raging erection whilst he remembered her telling him about the three lads watching her through the window, and imagining her when she did the shoot with Carly. The following day, he texted Pete, asking if would be able to meet him for a quick drink that afternoon when Dan finished work, and they did so at the pub Dan played pool for. As they sat down to talk, away from other people so that they wouldn’t be overheard, Pete admitted he was worried Dan was going to attack him because of his suggestion, which raised a laugh from Dan. “Not at all, mate!” He chuckled, almost spitting his drink out at Pete’s admission. “I’ve seen the pictures you’ve sent over of Hayley, and they are amazing. I absolutely love them, and they are so hot. I can’t wait for her to do the set. No, the only reason I wanted to talk to you is to get a better idea of what you want to get from them. I want to know what you’re looking for.” “Well, honestly, it was the second shoot I did with Hayley that really turned me towards erotic photography. I don’t mean porn. Any idiot can film or photograph two girls, three girls, a guy and a girl fucking, whatever. I am more thinking about the intimate little things that they overlook. I see photography as an art. I love all aspects of it, the different angles and lighting. I don’t know if I’m any good at it or not, and I don’t really care if most other people think I’m shit. Every shoot presents a blank canvas in my eyes, and I want to fill it with my best work. If you said to me you don’t want Hayley to do it, I completely understand and respect that, because you guys are in a relationship,” Pete explained. “Mate, I’m completely fine with it. I’ve said I have no doubt that you would get amazing pictures, and I’m more than happy for her to do it. I just wanted you to know that as far as I’m concerned, nothing is off-limits. Hayley tells me every time she does shoot that you were telling her what to do more and more, and that every time you did, the picture was incredible, so I want to tell you, face-to-face, I want you to do the same again. By all means, encourage them to kiss. Encourage them to play with each other, touch each other, lick each other. I don’t care if Hayley shows me a picture of her with her tongue deep between Carly’s legs, or vice-versa, because I know it will be an amazing picture. And between you and me, it gets me really horny when she tells me about what she’s done at the shoot,” Dan told him. After Dan had finished, Pete was already beginning to think ahead to the shoot, imagining capturing the picture Dan had mentioned of her tongue between Carly’s legs, or Carly’s tongue between Hayley’s, and setting a reminder on his phone to text Carly as soon as he got home. As the two sat chatting, discussing various ideas of what both would like to see, Matty, a friend of Dan’s walked over and asked if he could join them while he waited for a friend to arrive. Neither minded, and as he sat down, he asked what they were talking about. Pete didn’t know what to say, since he didn’t think it was his place to reveal that they were discussing Dan’s girlfriend doing an erotic, lesbian-style photoshoot. Dan, on the other hand, had no such reservations. “We were just going over ideas for Hayley’s next nude photoshoot with Pete.” He said, matter-of-factly. “What? You mean, your missus, Hayley? You let someone take nude pictures of her?” Matty asked, disbelieving at what he had just heard. “Not just any someone, only Pete here. And yeah, why not? He’s an amazing photographer, and she looks incredible in every picture, so why wouldn’t I encourage her to do it?” Dan replied. “In fact, we were just discussing the next shoot, which will include someone else as well,” He said, purposefully playing on Matty’s disbelief. “No way, man. No way in hell you let him take naked pictures of your missus. I call bullshit!” Matty responded. “Keep your voice down!” Dan told him, not wanting everyone else to overhear their conversation, and pulled out his phone. After unlocking it, he pressed the email app, and opened the one Pete had sent him the night before, showing Hayley naked from the back at the window, with the three lads in the background. Matty couldn’t believe his eyes as he looked at the image on Dan’s phone, completely gobsmacked at the fact not only was she naked for another person to photograph, but was also exposing herself to three lads outside. “I think that proves I wasn’t lying,” Dan said, putting the mobile back in his pocket. “Wait, you said next time she was doing a shoot with someone else. Guy or girl?” Matty asked, eager to hear as much about it as he could now he knew Dan was telling the truth. “A girl,” Dan responded. “And don’t ask, because we won’t tell you who.” “Fair play to ya, getting your girl to do a naked photoshoot with another girl. That’d be so hot! If you ever decide to let her do one with another guy, give me a shout. I’d be well up for that!” Matty said, making no attempt to hide the fact that he wasn’t even remotely joking in his offer. “Thanks, but it isn’t porn.” Pete stepped in. “Its erotic photography. I’m not photographing two people just fucking, that’s all over the internet. I want to take artful pictures of the real intimate moments between two people, like a massage, or a tender lick, or kiss. I want to photograph a series of electric moments, not just a girl giving a blowjob and then getting fucked for cheap titillation. Besides, what makes you think I’d want to shoot you in the first place? And don’t say, ‘I’ve got a big dick,’ because one, most guys say that, and it’s not actually the case, and two, that doesn’t mean you’d be able to get it up for the type of shoot I’d look to do anyway.” Pete’s scathing response almost completely shut Matty down, temporarily leaving him speechless, but after a few seconds, he decided to fight his corner, somehow managing to remain quiet as he calmly responded to Pete’s scolding. “Ok, one, I do have a big dick. It ain’t, like, freak-show big, but probably around about eight inches, and pretty thick. And two, I tell you what, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll do a photoshoot with you, whatever you want. Nude, getting hard, whatever, just no gay stuff. Nothing is going in my mouth or ass, and in return, you use me for any guy/girl shoot that comes up. I get first choice, how’s that?” Dan couldn’t help but chuckle at the turn of events that had transpired before him. The conversation had quickly turned from discussing what he and Pete would like Hayley to do in her shoot with Carly, to Pete agreeing to do a test photoshoot of Matty, almost like an audition to see if he would be put forward for a boy/girl set with any of the female models that Pete now regularly shot, should any of them agree to do that type of shoot. Dan left them talking, as he finished his drink and went home. Later that evening, he received a text off Pete, saying that the only time Carly would be free was Saturday afternoon, from around two o’clock onwards. He double-checked that this was with fine with Hayley, and replied back to confirm it. The rest of the week flew past, and almost without them realising, Dan and Hayley were now waking up on the Saturday morning, both eagerly anticipating the afternoon in their own way. Dan was trying not to make it into too big of a deal, but Hayley was once again getting more and more worked up at the thought of what lay ahead. After a lie-in and late breakfast, they lay around watching crap on the tv until almost eleven o’clock, when Hayley decided to go for a shower. “Do you think I should shave off my landing strip babe? I’m not sure if I should keep it or not,” She asked Dan, much to his amusement. He knew, because Pete had told him, that she was the only girl he shot to have one, and he thought it looked great in her pictures, as well as being a differentiating feature between them. Thinking about this, he told her not to get rid of it, saying that if it was that much of an issue, he was sure Pete would have razor and shaving gel or cream that she could use at his house She took the best part of an hour in the shower, shaving her underarms and legs carefully to prevent any nicks or cuts, and then going over her pubic area three times, firstly how she would normally do it for ‘everyday’, essentially quickly but with a chance that she may have missed a spot here or there. The second time, she was a lot more careful and precise, taking her time to go with the grain and do a ‘proper job’. Finally, the third time, she really paid attention, whilst going against the grain, making sure she got every last hair that was to be removed, and leaving her as smooth and hair-free as possible, except for the small line that she kept. Once she was out of the shower, she made sure not to rush as she applied cream all over her body, carefully did her make-up, straightened her hair, and picked out what to wear for the shoot. Dan and Pete had been talking via text most of the week, and the idea was for the girls to start off in lingerie, before undressing and taking things further. After telling Dan that she wasn’t sure what to expect or what Pete was planning, he told her about their conversation, again making her both nervous, but also excited, simultaneously. After confirming that he was still ok with her doing it, Hayley began to look forward to the shoot, and as she was about to leave the house, Dan wanted one final, quick word with her. “Look, if you don’t want to do this, don’t feel like you have to, just for my sake. Yes, I want you to. I want to see so many incredible pictures of you and Carly together, but this is not about what I want, it’s about what you want. If you do it, know I am behind you completely. Don’t worry about what I will think if your head is between her legs and you want to lick her pussy, or if he asks her to lick yours. I will love it, I promise you, so just enjoy yourself, and do what you want, ok?” Hearing that, Hayley gave him a huge hug and prolonged kiss, knowing that he meant every word, and that inside, he was hoping that the next time he saw her, she would have made love to another girl. She picked up the small bag containing a few items such as different underwear and shoes, grabbed her handbag, which had her make-up and everything else in, and drove to Pete’s house. After taking a deep breath, she exited her car and walked to the door, again not needing to knock as Pete was there to open it before she reached it. “Hi, Hayley. Come on in. You look great!” He said, immediately settling any nerves she had as she walked inside. “Carly isn’t here yet, but you’re early. Let me get you a drink.” He returned a few moments later with a can of Coke, knowing that she liked it, and as he passed it to her, he saw Carly walking down his path, so went to open the door and let her in. Carly was also wearing a light dress, similar to Hayley’s, as Pete had requested as it would not leave impressions on their skin, and after fetching Carly a drink, sat down to discuss his idea for the set. The two girls vaguely knew each other, but were not what they would class as friends. Not that there was any animosity between them, as that wasn’t the case, it was just that they had never really had much to do with each other, as they had different friend circles. In terms of looks, both were similar in terms of height and body size, and both were also incredibly attractive in their respective styles. Hayley was more ‘girly’, having highlighted blonde hair, fake nails, a lighter make-up palette, and more dainty jewellery. Carly was also stunningly pretty, but the opposite of Hayley. She had almost black hair, and favoured a generally darker shade of make-up. Despite this, Pete thought that they both looked absolutely stunning, and could hardly wait to get started. “Ok, so, firstly, let me say a massive thank you to both of you for agreeing to do this shoot. Obviously it is a fantasy, not just for me, but any straight man on the planet, to watch an erotic display between two girls as stunning as you two. I am looking forward to watching it happen, and hopefully, I’ll be able to get the pictures to do it justice, so thank you for trusting me with that responsibility as well. As both of you have done multiple shoots with me before, you know I always record the shoot on video. Now, I know I’ve spoken to you directly Carly, and Hayley, I believe Dan has told you what I was thinking. You girls start off in some sexy lingerie, before stripping out of it and going from there. So, shall we get started?” He said, standing up to lead them up the stairs. He offered the girls separate rooms to change in if they wanted, laughing as he told Hayley that he had put a big sheet across the window in the back bedroom, which they chose to do. Despite what they would soon be most likely doing, both were a little shy to start with, so decided that their own space would be better initially, and Hayley offered to take the back room. Pete had re-arranged the main bedroom slightly for the shoot, focussing the various light stands, as well as multiple camera tripods, towards the bed. Despite the fact that the bed was obviously going to be the main focal point, he had somehow done it in a way that meant it wouldn’t feel intrusive to the girls when they were ‘in the spotlight’. Carly was the first to enter, dressed in a sexy black lace bra and thong that was semi see-through, finished off with black high heels. Her tanned, flat stomach housing a simple, dangly jewelled navel piercing. She looked sensational as she stood waiting for Hayley, who appeared shortly after. Hayley was also wearing black lingerie, but a new set that she had purchased specifically for this occasion. The bra wasn’t the usual ultra-padded, push up type that she normally brought, since, in her mind, she thought, ‘what’s the point, my tits will be seen not long after, and I’ll look silly.’ Instead, she decided to go for a similar lace pattern to what Carly was chosen, but had paired it with a partly more see-through thong, although it did have more of a pattern on the front, obscuring visibility slightly. Both girls were nervous initially, and after looking over each other, began complimenting each other on various aspects of their looks. Carly said she was jealous of Hayley’s tiny bum, and Hayley saying how much she loved Carly’s eyes. Despite not saying it, Hayley couldn’t help but feel extremely jealous of Carly’s boobs. Whilst the two girls were similar in height and body size, Carly clearly possessed a larger bust than her. After a few seconds of awkwardness, Pete suggested that to start he would take a few pictures of them together, giving them chance to get comfortable with each other, and being back in front of the camera. It wasn’t long before they were playfully posing, doing things like grabbing each-others bum, or jiggling their boobs about for his benefit as he pressed the button and his camera made the familiar beep. Pretty quickly, both girls began to relax into the shoot, and his first serious shot was one of them standing close to each other, their faces roughly an inch apart as if leaning in for a kiss. The followed this up by moving closer and repeating the shot, except this time, the gap was to roughly half an inch, before following through and locking lips for the first time. Pete was continually moving and shooting as they slowly and passionately embraced, constantly searching for the best angle he could find, before suggesting Hayley remove Carly’s bra. As Hayley reached around Carly’s back, Pete came up with another idea, and had Carly turn her back to Hayley and tilt her head back, before suggesting Hayley kiss her neck from behind as she undid the clasp. The pictures he caught as they did this were exactly what he hoped for, thanks to how the two appeared so close in the image. Within seconds, Carly was allowing the bra to slide down her arms and off, onto the floor, leaving her bare 32C boobs on show to Pete’s camera. Once it was off, Carly was using her right hand to reach back, using it to almost pull Hayley’s head into her, indicating that the neck kissing was highly pleasurable. As Pete’s camera continued to beep, he didn’t need to say anything as the girls kept going, Hayley reaching around and cupping the breasts on Carly’s chest that didn’t seem to have moved when her bra came off. The perkiness of them surprised Hayley, because despite them being noticeably bigger than her own, there was no sag at all. She tweaked Carly’s nipples, gently massaging the small nubs between her thumbs and forefingers, as she continued kissing her neck. Pete was just about to suggest they switch places to repeat the steps, but before having the chance to say anything, Hayley had reached behind herself with her left arm and unclipped her own bra, letting it join Carly’s on the floor. Once she was also topless, Hayley stepped forward, putting her small boobs against Carly’s back as her lips and tongue teased at Carly’s neck, and her left hand headed back around towards the breast it had been required to leave. She found that Carly had immediately replaced Hayley’s hand with her own, and was now caressing her own breast, so rather than try to replace it, she covered Carly’s hand with her own, entwining their fingers as they both played with the boob. Pete was still hovering around them, capturing image after image of the two beautiful girls as they became more and more involved in each other. After instructing them to resume their kiss, he caught a few more before suggesting Carly put her left hand inside Hayley’s thong. The dark-haired beauty did not need asking twice, untangling their fingers and leaving her breast to Hayley’s gentle hands as she reached behind and found the blonde’s body. Her hand slowly traced down Hayley’s smooth torso until she located the fabric of her undergarment, and after sliding her hand across the top of it a couple of times, dipped her fingers inside the material. As her digits slowly lowered, the contrast of complete smoothness surrounding a small line off coarse hair inside Hayley’s thong was something she didn’t expect. Not really knowing why she had thought so, but Carly had expected Hayley to be completely clean-shaven, and so following the landing strip as it guided her towards the treasure beneath it was an unexpected, but highly enjoyable experience for her. Once she reached the end of the hair, the tip of her middle finger was now mere millimetres away from Hayley’s clitoris, and both knew it. Sliding her hand deeper into the thong, she grazed over the hidden love button and could feel precisely how turned on Hayley was, the wetness between her legs being a sure-fire giveaway. “Ok, wow! That is so hot! Let's change it up a bit though, shall we? Carly, can you turn around and push Hayley against this wall, crossing Hayley’s arms at the wrist and pinning them above her head, like this, with one of your hands, and then resume the kiss,” Pete said, showing what he meant, before pointing the camera back to the girls. Carly did exactly as he asked, although both girls were disappointed at how it had meant her hand was now removed from between Hayley’s legs. A few more beeps came from Pete’s camera, before he suggested the next move, instructing Carly to start kissing down Hayley’s body. Again, she did as requested, slowly moving down to her neck and spending a little time reciprocating what Hayley had done for her, before resuming and moving down until she was at Hayley’s breasts. Despite them being a lot smaller than her own, Carly thought they looked fantastic. Their small size was in perfect proportion to Hayley’s petite frame, and letting go of Hayley’s hands that remained crossed above her head, immediately took a nipple into her mouth and began sucking and nibbling on it. This was exactly what Pete was about to ask for, so the fact the Carly was doing it of her own volition was perfect, meaning he could continue to concentrate on getting the best pictures he could, although he did occasionally offer small requests for slight changes in her position to get a specific picture. Hayley remained with her back against the wall and arms above her head, which was now tipped back as she enjoyed Carly’s lips, tongue, and teeth, teasing at both of her nipples alternately. This continued for several minutes as Pete bobbed and weaved around, catching the images from almost every available angle, before instructing Carly to continue downwards. Slightly disheartened at having to leave the breasts and nipples she was enjoying, she did as requested, and any minor unhappiness was soon replaced with a mixture of nerves and excitement as she realised where she was heading. She kissed over Hayley’s stomach, again internally questioning herself as to why she expected Hayley to have a navel piercing like she did, before finding herself squatting down, and her face level with the top of Hayley’s thong. “Ok, turn your head to look at me, and put your face onto Hayley’s body,” Pete instructed, as the beeps indicated three more pictures had been captured. “Gorgeous. Now, keep looking at me, and just hook your fingers inside the waistband at the side, like you’re about to pull the thong down. Perfect.” He said, Carly following every direction exactly as he hoped for. “Alright, now actually pull the thong down, nice and slow. That’s it, brilliant.” He encouraged. Carly did as requested, feeling the garment slide down her left cheek, which continued to be pressed against Hayley’s body as she looked straight ahead, directly into Pete’s camera lens. The thong slowly edged down, gradually revealing more of Hayley to Pete’s side on shot, until it was by her knees. At that point, Carly let go of the waistband, and Hayley momentarily moved her feet slightly closer together, allowing gravity to take over and letting it drop to the floor, before re-opening her legs to their previous width. “Aww, perfect. Now, just turn your head so that you’re looking at Hayley, and lightly kiss her again.” Pete instructed. Whilst neither girl had thought the idea of being told what to do sounded particularly sexy before the shoot, now that it was actually happening, it was surprisingly arousing. Carly did as Pete said, lightly peppering the body before her with delicate kisses, starting off a couple of inches below Hayley’s navel, and working her way down. She didn’t hesitate when she reached the small strip of hair that Hayley kept, dusting the landing strip with light pecks as her lips headed towards their apparent target. Finally reaching the bottom of Hayley’s pubic hair, her mouth was now where her fingers had been not long ago, and as Pete moved in for some closer shots, Carly flicked her tongue lightly across the hood-covered love button in front of her. This drew a small moan from Hayley, and she felt herself tingling as Carly repeated it several times. Each flick was so light, it was almost like she was using a feather instead of her tongue, but every one sent a jolt through Hayley’s like an electrical current. “Wow. That’s so hot. Ok, Shall we change it now? Carly, can you lay on the bed, feet closest to Hayley, propping yourself up on your elbows and looking at her, and Hayley, can you slowly move towards her, looking like you are about to devour her, gradually crawling up on the bed until you’re kind of over the top of her,” Pete instructed, and stepped back to continue taking pictures. Both girls did exactly as he asked, and Pete couldn’t have been happier with the pictures he got. Once Hayley was above Carly, he said he wanted her to do similar to what Carly had done to her, so she began slowly kissing down the incredible body beneath her. Reaching Carly’s breasts, Hayley made sure to return the favour, spending a significant amount of time sucking and licking her nipples, unaware that this it was one of Carly’s biggest turn-ons. Eventually, Pete instructed her to continue down, and Hayley responded, replicating the little kisses as she moved over Carly’s stomach, and darting her tongue around the jewels of her piercing, before reaching the last remaining item of clothing either of them was wearing. “Ok, Carly, can you put your legs up, and Hayley, can you slide the thong off, nice and slowly and sexily,” Pete instructed. Both girls again did what he wanted to see, and he caught image after image of Carly’s underwear being slowly removed and then tossed on the floor. Once it was off, she lowered her legs back around Hayley, who was still positioned between them, gradually revealing that she kept herself fully shaved. Once her legs were back down on the bed, Hayley needed no instruction to resume, planting her lips where the top of Carly’s thong had been, and continuing her route south. Within seconds, Hayley found herself in a position she had never been in before. Her head was now between another girls legs, her mouth within centimetres of the most intimate part of her body. She hesitated momentarily, debating if she could actually go further, until the thought of Dan saying he wanted her to do it popped into her head, driving her on. She brought her hands up and gently teased Carly’s ‘innie’ type pussy apart, before lowering her mouth to the delectable opening before her and probing at Carly’s entrance with her tongue. Like she had done when it was Carly between her legs, Hayley could hear Carly let out a series of soft moans as her tongue danced around, skimming over the exposed clit beneath her lips as the moans got a little louder. Considering this was the first time she had been in this position physically, Hayley had obviously never gone down on another girl before, and was slightly curious as to if she was doing it right. She continued regardless, alternating between thinking of what she liked when Dan performed oral sex on her, and not really thinking at all, instead just going with it. Carly was squirming around on the bed as Pete continued taking pictures. In her mind, Hayley’s mouth was working some kind of magic between her legs, and when Pete suggested she play with her boobs, it was only a few seconds before her orgasm began to bubble within her. The beep of his camera was almost unnoticeable in the background as he captured Hayley change to using one hand to spread Carly open, and then sliding firstly her middle, then adding her ring finger into Carly’s soaking hole. The tightness gripping around her digits surprised Hayley, as if it wasn’t for how obviously aroused Carly was, she wasn’t sure that, even though her fingers are very small, she would have been able to get them in. Again think about what Dan does when he goes down on her, Hayley turned her hand so that her palm was facing up, pushed her fingers in as far as she could, and began performing a ‘come hither’ type action. She knew she must have been doing it right, because Carly immediately responded, increasing the intensity of which she was squirming on the bed, as well as starting to pinch and tug at her nipples. Carly’s moans had also increased in volume, and Hayley continued to bring her closer to orgasm when she resumed tonguing at her clit, until she finally let go, submitting to the pleasure wave. Carly’s orgasm crashed over her as Pete attempted to capture as much as he could on camera. For possibly the first time in his life, he wished he had multiple hands, as he ideally wanted to be shooting in three or four directions simultaneously, instead of having to choose one at a time. Despite that, he tried to focus on getting the best shot available, depending on where he was looking. As Carly gradually came down from her high, her muscles gradually released Hayley’s fingers from being held inside her, something she didn’t even realise had happened as she had been too consumed by the intense release she experienced. Pulling them free, Hayley was laughing to herself at just how tightly she had been gripped, and wondering if she gripped Dan’s fingers like that when he got her off. Once he was satisfied Carly was ok to carry on, Pete instructed Hayley to turn around and move over Carly, essentially a sixty-nine position, and snapped away as the girls needed no instruction with what to do next. He stayed close to Carly’s head this time, choosing to focus on her pleasuring of Hayley, since he had already got plenty of shots of the reverse. Picture after picture flowed, all saved onto the memory card in the camera, containing all kinds of close up shots, such as Carly licking at Hayley’s exposed clit, or gently using her teeth to tease at Hayley’s labia minora, which was more prominent, especially compared to her concealed inner lips. Having felt how well Hayley’s fingers worked when inside her, Carly thought she would copy the action, but also cupped her palm over the top of Hayley’s clitoris, doubling the stimulation as she played. This worked like a charm, almost instantly causing Hayley to buck her head up, and start panting ‘Oh God’ repeatedly as she felt her orgasm rapidly rise within her, almost immediately hitting like a freight train. What neither Carly, nor Pete knew though, was that Hayley was prone to squirting when she orgasmed. Although neither were prepared for the torrent of juices that flowed out of her, Pete captured her initial eruption as it covered Carly’s face, only serving to push Carly to speed up, until Hayley’s inner muscles gripped her fingers like a vice, similar to how hers had during her own climax. He kept shooting as Hayley’s cum not only covered Carly’s hand and face, but also all around her pussy lips and pubic area, until Carly slowly withdrew her fingers to a squelching sound, happy that she had done for Hayley what Hayley had done for her. Taking the final shots from that position, Pete caught several different angles of Hayley’s leaking entrance, including a couple that he thought would look great in black and white, and featured a droplet of her cum hanging from one of her landing strip hairs. Finally, he moved to beside the girls and took a few of them from there, before asking Hayley to roll on to her back, beside Carly, for a last shot of them side by side, fully nude. Once he was finished, he thanked the girls for the amazing shoot, and said would get the pictures over to them as soon as he could, but neither seemed able to move, instead, remaining where they were for almost ten minutes. Finally, they dragged themselves up and collected their clothing, neither in any rush to re-dress, and headed to their respective rooms and putting their clothes back on. The three of them sat downstairs afterwards, chatting about the shoot and all agreeing how much they enjoyed it, before Hayley and Carly swapped numbers, and left, returning to their respective homes as Pete decided it was a great time for a shower. A cold shower! Walking into the house she shared with Dan, Hayley couldn’t wait to tell him all about it, knowing that he would be desperate to get the details of what happened. She described Carly’s naked body, letting him visualise how she looked without clothes, before regaling him with the full story, leaving nothing out. Dan listened eagerly as she told him everything, instantly hard as soon as she began describing Carly undressing her and the tease whilst she was standing against the wall. He was struggling to stop himself taking her there and then when she recounted being the first one of them to go down on the other, and after hearing her describe her own orgasm at the end and how she squirted all over Carly, that was all he could take, picking Hayley up and carrying her to the bedroom. Unintentionally, it was as if he was ‘reclaiming’ Hayley, since they ultimately spent the rest of the day and night in a lust fuelled haze, mixing making love with pure lustful fucking in almost equal measure, something they hadn’t done for a long time. It was safe to say, the fire between them was back to maximum ferocity thanks to the photoshoots, and during a cool-down session in between their passion-filled activities, Dan started thinking of more possible challenges to set Hayley, and each time he came up with one, it spurred his libido into life again…

Heather's Second Adventure by ExhibitionistErika A bold, nude teen decides to walk naked downtown. This is Heather's second adventure, following her nude day at school. All parties included in this story are 18 years of age or over. After Heather's dive into exhibitionism she was the talk of the town. She loved how many pictures and videos of her exploits surfaced online. It was an unintended consequence, but she found the idea of anyone being able to see her naked whenever they wanted exciting. Overnight her reputation shifted from being a nice, well mannered girl, to somewhat of a local celebrity. Her parents were surprisingly cool about the whole thing. Learning that their sweet daughter was in the midst of an exhibitionist streak was hard to process, but at the end of the day, Heather was 18 now and free to live her own life. Now that the word was out, Heather took every opportunity she could to feed her desires. She got naked every chance she got. She never took her adventures back to school though, her parents made her promise that her desires wouldn't get in the way of school. She was in her last quarter of High School, and didn't want to ruin her chances at a good college. Heather's new hobby definitely made her one of the more popular kids at school. She was always the first one to suggest going skinny dipping or streaking. Occasionally after completing a dare she'd even remain nude for the remainder of the party. The feeling of air and eyes on her nude body made her feel high. With spring in full effect, she could very often be found sunbathing nude in her backyard. She didn't mind that the neighbors would take the occasional peek. She was beginning to build quite the tan under the hot May sun. She was quite proud of her lack of tan lines. Heather knew what she was doing. As days were getting later, she always made a point of still being out tanning and swimming in the evening on days when she knew her dad and his friends would come over for a beer or BBQ. She loved showing off for all her friends, but being nude in front of grown men felt different. She felt much more vulnerable and small, which she was starting to love. Her petite frame being eyed up and down by men made her feel like a little play toy. She knew none of them would actually touch her, or they'd face the wrath of her father. It was an exciting dynamic. None of her exploits ever stacked up to her adventure at school, however. Sunbathing, being dared to flash friends, the occasional late night streak. They were all still a blast, but they started to bring her less of the rush she craved. Her mind kept drifting back to the feeling of being nude, at the mercy of a crowd, with no lifeline. The feeling was indescribable. Another thought was beginning to nag at her more and more. Who wrote that rule allowing nudity at school? Why did they write that rule? It wasn't as if it was some sort of loop hole she stumbled across, it was an explicit rule. What purpose did it serve? Did someone secretly hope someone would end up going to school naked? This led to another rabbit hole. Were there rules like this anywhere else? This curiosity became a light hoby of hers. Combing through school rules as well as city, county, and state laws on the hunt for any similar rules about nudity. If there was one, maybe there were more! As much as she craved public nudity and exposure, her sexual fantasies weren't worth going to jail over. One day she found something. She was only half paying attention at the time. She had a habit of watching porn while she hunted for nudity laws. Under the laws prohibiting public indecency, she found a subsection that felt like striking gold. "Nudity in public shall only be allowed during city events, unless explicitly prohibited". "Hmmmmm...", Heather thought.. "Unless explicitly prohibited..." Heather began to think of all of the flyers and websites she's seen for the city's happenings. What are the odds that they actually know about this law, or feel the need to ban nudity? After some tireless scrolling, her inclination was correct. No where in any of the city law's annexes expanded upon this law, and none of the city's events had a section banning nudity. Heather was beaming. It was time to start planning. She wanted to be careful with her plan. She worried that once she drew attention to this law, people would surely take action to correct the law. Heather began combing through upcoming city events, hunting for her target. Finally it hit her. The city's weekly summer market was starting up at the end of the week, the Saturday Festival. It was a weekly event the city puts on that includes a farmers market, food trucks, and a small concert stage during late spring and summer. Although the thought terrified her, Heather was lost in her own mind. It's almost as if she didn't even make the decision to go there nude herself, it was as if the moment she saw the event her fate was sealed. This was a step up from her school adventure. Although most of her classmates would most definitely be there, so would the rest of the town. People loved the Saturday market. Thousands of people would surely be in attendance. She knew she was about to go from the friendly school exhibitionist, to the town slut. Heather wasn't sure if it was the porn, or the idea of her new plan but she was spiraling within her own arousal. Sitting nude in front of her computer, the teen's hands began traveling up and down her petite body. Twisting her nipples, rubbing her wet pussy. Suddenly she stood up. Walking towards her bedroom door and creaking it open. Listening. She heard nothing. Her parents were still at work. With a mischievous smile, the naked teen creeped out of her room, tiptoeing down the hallway. Without even a second's hesitation, Heather flung her front door open. The warm spring air caressed every inch of her tan body. She continued walking forward, pinching her niples as she walked. The warm cement felt amazing under her bare feet. Heather finally reached the sidewalk, standing in broad daylight, she scanned her neighborhood. Any passerbys would have quite the view. She sat down on the edge of the sidewalk facing the street. The hot cement on her butt almost made her gasp. Heather immediately started masturbating. Her tight young body writhed, and glistened under the sun. In full view of the street and neighborhood, Heather began moaning, as she rubbed her clit faster and faster. Her orgasm hit her like a train. Heather threw her head back, spreading her legs and laying down on her back. She was practically screaming as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her body. If someone passed by she couldn't run for cover even if she wanted to. Heather layed there, shaking. "It's been too long.." Heather giggled to herself, as she got up, running for the safety of her home. It had been a long time since she'd done anything that brazen. As the week progressed, Heather was becoming almost cripplingly nervous. Her hands shook at dinner, she could barely pay attention in class, some nights she could barely sleep, thinking of her task at hand. As Saturday approached, Heather began to visualize her adventure more and more. Although she was still terrified, she knew she was about to carry out a fantasy only a very small handful of exhibitionists would ever have the nerve to. Even though she was scared, she knew she was brave enough to follow through. This thought made her feel more powerful than words could explain. Finally Saturday arrived. Heather spent most of the day pacing around, pretending to act normal. Her parents had some friends over, and they were all enjoying the spectacular weather in the backyard. It was going to be an amazing day to be nude. Her time finally arrived. She let the market get started for around 30 minutes, making sure there were plenty of people there. If she was going to do this, she wanted the biggest bang for her buck. Heather stood up, leaving the safety of the backyard, tiptoeing towards the front door. She looked around nervously, making sure no one from the party could see her. In one swift motion, she tossed her summer dress over her head. She stood for a moment, dress in hand, admiring her tight young body in the mirror before hanging the garment on the coat hanger. She'd braided her blond hair into pig-tails specially for today. She loved to play into her "innocent little girl" persona on her adventures. Heather wasn't even fully sure what her end-game was. She figured just a slow lap around the fair would suffice. She did know one thing for sure: no lifelines. Heather didn't want any way of covering up or going back too easily once she got started. She kicked off her flip flops and lifted a trembling hand towards the door. She was already incredibly aroused. She was at the precipice of her biggest adventure yet. She swung the door open, quickly closing it behind her before her parents or their friends noticed. She was beaming. Clasping her hands behind her back, she strutted down the driveway. The sun felt amazing. All of her senses were in complete overdrive. She felt so amazingly exposed as she walked out into the neighborhood, her bare feeting pattering on the cement as she moved. Heather enjoyed looking down at her small breasts jiggling freely as she walked, her hands now twirling her braided hair. She swayed her hips back and forth as she walked, proudly displaying her little body to the world. She was clearly enjoying herself. It was always a nerve-wracking countdown starting once she set off on one of her adventures, as to who would be the first one to catch her walking around in public? She wouldn't have to wonder for too long. Just as she started to feel a little more calm, Heather heard the unmistakable sound of a car turning around the block towards her. Her heart jumped into her throat. Determined, she made sure to keep her arms from covering herself up. The car passed slowly, revealing a very dismayed man in the driver's seat. She smiled, and waived as he passed her. She turned to make sure he could see her for as long as possible. Now she was horny. It was always nerve wracking being seen at first, but once she was, it was as if she broke the seal. Now she felt unleashed. She bit her lip as she continued to walk. "I hope he thinks about me later..", she giggled to herself. The warm spring sun, and slight breeze tickled every inch of Heather's body. She loved being able to feel the air over her entire body. It made her feel incredibly free and uninhibited. She couldn't believe more people wouldn't want the chance to experience these feelings. Heather's family lived fairly close to downtown, so her walk was just under a mile. As she drew closer to the street the fair was on, her run-ins continued to increase. The naked girl was practically skipping, smiling from ear to ear, greeting passerbys, taking every opportunity to let curious onlookers drink in her exposed, toned body. The crowd began to get more dense the closer she got to the fair. Heather's nerves started to run out of control. She held her hands behind her back as she smiled shyly, leaving her body on display as she walked. She could see the fair in the distance. It was packed... Heather scampered over to a tree line near the edge of the farmers market, taking cover behind a large oak tree. Pressing her body against the tree's bark, peeking out to survey her target. "Holy fuck... What am I doing?" Heather thought to herself. The market was absolutely packed. Not only was it the warmest day of the year, but it was the first Saturday Festival of the summer. It was no wonder why there was such a large turn out. Heather was in quite the predicament. Even if she decided to chicken out, she was still about a mile away from her clothes. As she thought, she found herself rubbing her body slowly back and forth against the tree she was sheltering behind. To her surprise it actually felt great. One of the things she loved the most about being nude, is the ability to feel sensations in a whole new light. "My first tree hug!" The nude teen giggled to herself. She knew there'd be many more to come. Something must have been wrong with Heather's brain, because on her adventures fear seemed to lead directly to arousal. The more her nervousness snowballed, the hornier she started feeling. She loved the danger. Heather's hand found its way down her firm body, eventually finding her wet pussy. Her fingers rubbed small circles on her clit as she stared out behind the tree, imagining what it'd feel like to be naked in the middle of the crowd. How were people going to take it? Would people be angry? Would people try to touch her? Heather bit her lip, moaning slightly, imagining some of the men she saw in the distance grabbing her playing with her in front of everyone. "Fuck it!" She whispered, she came all the way here, this was a once in a lifetime experience, Heather decided it was time to live out another fantasy. She was quickly overcome with a desire to offer up her naked body to the town. Heather stepped out behind the cover of the tree. "No covering up!!" She repeated to herself, like a mantra bolstering up her courage. Heather clasped her hands behind her back, determined, moving towards the crowd of people ahead of her. She was surprised how long it took to notice the naked girl walking around in broad daylight. "Holy fuck!" A voice rang out. All of a sudden the attention of the crowd shifted towards her. Heather smiled, blushing deeply. She looked down at her bare feet and she walked towards the crowd. There must have been at least a hundred eyes now fixed on the naked teen. Heather finally reached the edge of the farmers market. She made her way into the center of the crowd. She had people on all sides of her now. This was a far more insane feeling than she ever imagined. This wasn't just her school, she felt like the whole city was watching her now. Waves of arousal watched over her body. Her cheeks and chest were flush, her nipples hardened as she pushed her petite body through the crowd. People looked in disbelief as the naked girl moved slowly. The feeling of her body occasionally brushing up against the clothed market's attendees drove her mad. It felt like she was drunk. She smiled and admired all of the people looking her up and down in disbelief. It was as if she could actually feel people's eyes caressing her body. She was determined to complete her lap as slow as possible, she wanted this moment to last. Finally someone acknowledged her. "Are you ok?!" A woman asked in utter shock. She began taking her coat off to try and cover the naked girl. Heather held out her hands to stop the woman. "I've never been better!" Heather glamed. "Why on earth are you naked?" The concerned woman continued, still obviously unsure of what was happening. "Call it a personal dare," Heather winked. "It's all perfectly legal!" The moment the crowd saw how friendly Heather was, she was bombarded with compliments, questions, and greetings. The more people interacted with her, the longer their attention was turned to her, which was exactly what she wanted. Holding her hands behind her back, she wandered through the market, feeling the warm cement under her tiny bare feet, pretending to browse the goods at each stand. The longer she walked around, the more aroused she became. The market was mostly crowded with much older adults. She loved how exposed, tiny, and vulnerable she felt moving past the men. She felt like prey taunting her hunters. She always looked up at them sweetly, almost daring them to do something. Her labito was beginning to get the best of her as she neared a particularly dense part of the crowd. The tomato stands were particularly popular, as the first summer harvest was now underway. The teen smiled and squeezed her small breasts, as she moved into the crowd. Heather could have climaxed on the spot. Walking and showing off was one thing, touching herself, and acting openly sexual was another. She couldn't believe the waves of arousal now coursing through her body as her fingers finally made their way to her nipples, pinching and squeezing each one. Heather bit her lip, breathing heavy, as she drank in the mixed looks of disbelief and hunger. She'd never felt so confident and badass. "Who else would ever be crazy enough to do this?" Heather laughed to herself. She found herself wandering smack dab through the middle of her biggest fantasy. Heather was now smushed shoulder to shoulder in the crowd. She practically had a person pressed up against every side of her. Finally it happened. She felt a pair of hands to begin to feel and squeeze her ass. Heather gasped. She felt scared for a moment. Trapped in between the people, there was no real way of escaping. Her fear was short lived, however, as arousal began to triumph over her other emotions. Heather stopped allowing the mysterious hands to travel over her backside. She turned around to see who was touching her so boldly. Her eyes met a surprisingly handsome man. He was fairly built. It was no wonder why she felt so tiny in his hands. He smiled and apologized. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself," he chuckled. "I guess I should have asked.. Do you mind if I touch you?" Heather smiled and blushed, looking around at all the other people around her watching and waiting to see what she did. The crowd was dense, not many other people outside of the ten to twenty people tightly packed around her could see what was going on. It almost served as a veil of privacy to the thousands of other people at the festival. Heather's chest and cheeks began to glow bright red as she mustered the courage to respond. "Do whatever you want with me..." Heather smiled mischievously, putting on a phony sense of bravery. On the inside she felt as if she was on the verge of exploding. She moved her hands up to her blonde braids, twirling them between her fingers, biting her lower lip, and staring up obediently at the man in front of her. She pushed her small breasts outward to him, presenting her whole body to him. Time felt like it was standing still as Heather waited anxiously to see what he'd do to her in front of everyone. He appeared to be surprised by her bold response, standing there for a few seconds, eyeing the young teen up and down, contemplating. Finally his hands reached out, grabbing Heather by the hips. His hands nearly touched as they wrapped around her tiny waist. His firm touch slowly traveled up her bare body, finally meeting her small breasts, pinching a nipple in each hand. Heather's hands remained attached to her braids, giving him free range over her body. Her mind and body were spiraling, she was exposed, vulnerable, on display to everyone around her, and now surrendering herself to an older man she'd never met. She knew she should feel ashamed, but in reality she felt the exact opposite. She audibly moaned as the man continued to play with her nipples. Her body was already on display, now her obvious arousal was too. "You're liking this, aren't you?" The man asked, staring down at Heather. "Mhmmm, yes daddy.." Heather moaned, nodding her head up and down. She moved her hands behind her back further surrendering her front side to him. Her audience stood and watched. The people outside of the circle had no idea what they were missing. Men and women alike appeared to enjoy the show. It wasn't every day you get to witness something so brazen. Beyond this, the view of a beautiful young girl surrendering herself to a strong, confident man was too primal of a display for anyone to look away. Heather gasped as she felt one of his hands leave her breasts, traveling down and meeting her wet pussy. His hand began to move in tight, circular motions over her clit. Her hips began slowly thrusting, complimenting his movements. "Holy shit, she's loving this!" A woman exclaimed. "Get it girl!" Another cheered. Heather was breathing heavily, moaning, and squirming in the man's firm grasp. Never breaking eye contact with him, staring up submissively. With each passing second she felt herself creeping towards climax. "Please make me cum daddy.. Please let me cum in front of everyone.." Heather begged in her now shaky voice. The man chuckled quietly, "I don't want to ruin the fun just yet!" His hand left her pussy. Before she could react she spun her around, grabbing her wrists, and holding her hands firmly behind her back. She now faced the crowd. Flushed, panting, her wetness now running down her thighs. She felt him push her forward. Her body obeyed his movements. She was lost in an erotic daze, pratically hyptotized. Even feeling the warm cement under her bare feet sent shivers of excitement up her small body as she slowly walked forward. "Anyone else want a turn?" The man asked the surrounding crowd. Heather nearly squealed when he realized what he was doing. The crowd beamed with excitement. "That's ok with you, isn't it?" He asked playfully. Heather bit her lip, slowly nodding her head. "Do whatever you want with me.." She whimpered to her on-lookers, her mischievous smile now returning. The crowd wasted no time. She now felt what must have been at least 10 pairs of hands on her body. The feeling was incredible. People felt every inch of her body, squeezing her thighs, pinching her nipples, rubbing her pussy. Another man reached his hand out towards her face, she obediently began sucking his finger. Heather looked around at all the people now taking advantage of her in public. She was a toy being passed around freely amongst the crowd. Some people found it to be merely a funny spectacle to watch, others were clearly excited by the situation. Heather began thrusting her hips back and forth once again. Some unknown pair of hands were doing amazing work on her pussy. She felt her orgasm creeping up once again. Her gaze traveled from person to person. Their eyes were glued to her tiny, writhing body. She felt herself approaching the point of no return, moaning loudly, bucking her hips faster and faster. The man pulled her away once again. She felt the hands leave her body. She was devastated. She was so close. She was desperate. He pulled her back into the middle of the circle, placing her in the middle and taking a step back. "You want to cum now, don't you?" The man asked teasingly, loud enough for everyone to hear. "YES.. Please.. Please..." Heather begged, looking up at him as she continued to feel her own body up and down. "I think you've earned it," He laughed. "I want you to turn around, and tell the crowd what a good little slut you are." Heather wasted no time turning around, "I'm a good little slut!", she announced loudly. "Again..", he demanded "I'm a good little slut!!" She yelled even louder to her enthusiastic crowd. "What do you want to do?" The man asked playfully, with a devilish grin. "I wanna fuck my pussy, and make myself cum for everyone daddy.. Please?" Heather whimpered, twisting her nipple with one hand, and feeling the warm, wet area around her pussy with the other. "Good girl.. Go ahead." He gave his permission. "Thank you daddy!" Heather exclaimed. She massaged her breast while her free hand wasted no time making it to her pussy. She quickly massaged her clit as she stared hungrily at the crowd around her. She couldn't wait for everyone to watch her cum. She was putting on quite the display and moaned, writhed, even biting her own finger. Something was so exhilarating about freely showing and giving the world every inch of herself. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Heather repeated as she once again began to near orgasm, her fingers were now plunged deep within her soaking pussy, coming out occasionally to continue rubbing her clit. She was about to go over the ledge when she felt a pair of hands grab her by the elbow, pulling her swiftly away from the crowd. "Heather what the fuck are you doing?!" A voice rang in her ear. Heather was in shock, she couldn't believe she'd just been denied another orgasm. She looked up to find her highschool friends group. She knew they were going to be at the market, but she didn't think they'd find her so quickly, let alone at such a critical moment. Finally making it away from her previous audience, her friends moved her into the middle of them. Passer-byes looked in disbelief as the hopelessly horny, naked teen was dragged around. "No, no, no, no... Guys.. I was so close to cumming!" Heather exclaimed, clearly upset and disheveled. "Heather.. What the hell are you doing! Walking around naked, masturbating at the Saturday festival?!" Her friend Grace asked her. Heather attempted to collect herself, still flushed and hot, she tried to neaten her messy hair. "I found out nudity is legal here too.." Heather laughed, looking up at her friends. "After my naked school day I needed more.. But I didn't want to mess my grades up," She explained. "So you decided to just walk around naked downtown on the busiest day of the year?" Grace laughed. "You have to try it.. " Heather cooed to her friends. "I've never felt so alive. So excited. So free." Heather's friends watched her explain herself, as her hands traveled up and down her body, smiling at the people walking by that took time to look at her body. Her experience at school clearly transformed Heather. Her friends were watching their cute, innocent friend turn into a bold exhibitionist. "Wow, you really like this, don't you," Grace responded. She couldn't take her eyes off of her friend's naked body. "So what is your goal? Are you trying to make it somewhere?" Her friend Henry asked. "I was planning on just doing a full lap around the farmers market, and then making it home before I caused a riot.. But now I'm too turned on. I need to cum. You should have seen it.. I had a whole crowd watching me, feeling me. I was so close." Heather said, reminiscing on a moment that had only happened a couple of minutes ago. "Oh we saw!" Grace laughed. "We couldn't tell if you were in trouble or not!" "In trouble?! I was in heaven!" Heather stammered, grabbing Henry and Grace by their shirts, and pressing her nude body against them. A crowd was beginning to form around them. Since the crowd wasn't packed shoulder to shoulder anymore, many more people at a time could see the naked teen causing a scene. It was time to move. "Come on guys, let's help Heather finish this lap before something happens," Grace laughed, grabbing Heather's hand and walking forward. Heather couldn't believe her friends just disregarded her desperate pleads to cum. Still trapped in a hyptontic state of arousal she felt like she would do anything, or fuck anything for a release. Much to her delight, her friends took turns holding her hands, slapping her ass and feeling her breasts as they moved. All the while leaving her on display for the crowd. She missed the older man she'd met earlier. Her young friends were much more timid and shy. But at least she had a security detail now. Grace was clearly enjoying walking around, presenting her naked friend to everyone. Heather didn't know it at the moment, but Grace was going to prove to be an amazing partner in crime for her future escapades. Suddenly the group stopped. "Ooooo, I kinda want to go check that stand out!" Grace exclaimed, looking towards a stand selling brightly colored knit bags. Grace looked back to Heather, who couldn't care less about where they were, or what the stand was selling. Heather was clearly just drinking in all of the attention and feeling the warm sun on her all over her body. Grace grinned as she had an idea she thought Heather might like, that'd buy her at least a minute to go check out the bags. She grabbed Heather by the hand and led her towards a group of teens their age. Heather blushed, as she recognized them from school. Grace positioned her in front of the group. "Do you guys mind watching my toy while I go check those bags out really quick?" Grace asked non-shcelauntly. "You're welcome to play with her!" Grace said, pushing Heather into the group of teens, and walking towards the bag stand. Heather clasped her hands behind her back, as her classmates looked up and down every inch of her body. She loved the shock and awe of a group of her classmates who knew her as a shy innocent girl, now seeing her as an exhibitionist slut. Still hopelessly aroused, and enjoying the power and affect her naked body was having on them, and wanted to play with them. "You can touch me.." Heather said playfully to one of the boys in the crowd, walking over to him, "I'll do anything you want me to". The boy's shaky, nervous hands made their way to her breasts. It was clear he wasn't very experienced with girls. Heather moaned, as he continued to massage her boobs. The rest of the group timidly began to feel their naked classmate's body. Heather made a lap around the group slowly, making sure everyone had a turn with her. "Why are you doing this?" One of the girls asked. "Because.. " Heather cooed, biting her lip. "I love being a naked little slut in public." Heather moved over to the girl seductively. Heather grabbed her hand, and began submissively sucking on her finger, looking up at her hungry eyes. Heather grinned as she moved the girl's hand down to her wet pussy. The girl gasped, blushing deeply. "Doesn't it feel good?" Heather moaned, breathing deeply as the girl slowly started to move her hand on her own. Heather's hands traveled up to her breasts and began playing with her nipples as her classmate continued to slowly and nervously finger her. A crowd was slowly beginning to form around the teens. Heather loved the amount of attention now on her once again. "Please make me cum in front of everyone.. Make me your little public slut." Heather said, now staring deeply into the girl's eyes. The girl's hand was now moving quicker and quicker on Heather's clit. "Please, please please, yes, yes, yes.." Heather began to moan loudly as she again started to approach orgasm once again. Suddenly less shy, the girl grabbed the back of Heather's head, pulling it towards hers and plunging her tongue deep into Heather's mouth. The crowd stood in awe as the two teens made out aggressively, Heather's naked body on full display, her hips grinding onto the girl's leg as she continued fingering her soaking pussy. Like clockwork, Heather felt a hand grab her by the arm, pulling her away from her new lover. Grace dragged her away from the group of teens, pressing further into the market. "GRACE WHY???" Heather pleaded. "I was so close" Grace threw her head back, laughing as the two walked along. "I'm beginning to discover how fun it is to torture you," Grace said, still laughing. "Grace please, I'm begging you.." Heather said, half laughing, half crying. "Don't worry. I'll let you cum, but I get to choose when and where," Grace said with a devilish grin. Heather blushed. She was submissive by nature, and loved being controlled. It was clear Grace was taking charge of today's adventure, and Heather obediently followed. It turned on even more knowing that even her orgasm belonged to someone else. "C'mon! There's a band playing today, let's go dance!" Grace suggested cheerily. Everyone in the small group of friends agreed, Heather felt her nerves bolt back up again, surely the concert area would be the most crowded part of the festival. But then again, she did have an entourage accompanying her to keep her safe. Plus, it didn't seem like she had much say in the matter by the look on Grace's face. It was starting to look like this wasn't going to be the quick streak Heather had planned. Grace and Henry held each of Heather's hands as they walked, making it impossible to cover up even if Heather wanted to. The group marched onward, smiling, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Anytime they heard a cheer or applause for their naked friend they'd stop to show her off. Holding her hands behind her back, and giving anyone who seemed interested a good look. Heather, still in a daze, was loving being paraded around and shown off so brazenly. She took advantage of the fact that her friends were there to protect her, and made no efforts to conceal her excitement. She swayed her hips seductively as she walked, her small butt and breasts jiggling as her bare feeting smacked against the pavement. The sound of music began to grow louder as the group walked towards the concert area. The rumble of bass and cheering started becoming clearer and clearer. Even from a distance they could tell how packed it was. Grace looked down at her friend to find a surprisingly nervous Heather. "Don't worry! I'm not going to let anything happen to you!" Grace spoke loudly into Heather's ear over the music. "Not that you don't want to happen at least!" Grace laughed, smacking Heather's ass. Heather giggled, jumping slightly at the unexpected spank. Still giggling, Heather grabbed Grace, pulling her tightly against her naked body, looking up sweetly into her friend's eyes. "I trust you!" Heather yelled, as she reached up, kissing her friend passionately. Grace blushed, smiling back at her friend in shock. As they neared the concert area she continued watching her friend. She was so confident and free. She was lost in the way the sun was bouncing off of her smooth skin. You could see the faint outlines of her hip bones as she moved. Her flushed chest and hard nipples stark reminders of her friend's arousal. It was impossible to be next to someone this beautiful and horny without it rubbing off a little. Heather slowed as they reached the edge of the concert. Everyone's attention was fixed on the stage, enjoying the performance. Almost no one noticed the naked teen standing right behind them. "Ready?" Grace asked loudly. Heather nodded slowly, blushing and breathing deeply. The size of the crowd scared her, but the idea of being dancing and displaying herself drove her mad. Grace grabbed both of Heather's hands, and began pushing her forward into the crowd. Heather smiled, biting her lower lip playfully has she was forced through the dancing people. Some people cheered, others looked in dismay as they watched Grace leading her nude friend through the crowd. Heather's mind was swirling out of control. Her skin was nearly hot to the touch. Grace was practically using her to clear a path through the crowd in the direction of the stage. With every group they passed, Heather's nude body was pressed up against several people. After what felt like eternity, the group found a perfect spot. A very small clearing in the crowd, close to the stage, where they could spread out just enough to dance. Grace released Heather's hands. Heather turned around, looking nervously at Grace wondering what her next order was. "Go ahead!" Grace yelled, "Dance your little heart out!" Heather turned around slowly, her hands shook with fear and excitement as her eyes met the crowd around her. Heather began timidly swaying her hips back and forth with the beat. Her hands traveling up and down her body almost as if she was showing off a trophy to the crowd.. The audience around Heather diverted their attention away from the stage, towards the naked girl. Heather began to get more and more bold as she freely danced in the middle of the crowd. Her braids flung in every direction as she twirled. Her boobs and ass jiggled freely and unrestrained. Her skin glistened in the sun as a small layer of sweat began to build with her efforts. She loved all of the eyes she had on her, she took evey chance she got to meet the hungry eyes of her on lookers with her own. Every so often taking the chance to squeeze her breasts and ass to the approval of the crowd. Heather invited others to dance with her, rubbing her petite body against other concert goers. One brave on looker joined her, taking Heather by the hand, and twirling her around. Their bodies met, and the two began grinding to the beat, his hands traveling up and down her body. Heather grabbed his hands, guiding them up to her breasts. It felt amazing feeling so exposed, being felt by clothed crowd. Heather moved from person to person, rubbing her body against theirs. Guiding their hands up and down her body as she pleased. Her friends danced, laughed and watched their naked friend. Eventually the sensations began to be too much to bear. All of the eyes and hands over Heather's naked body were beginning to drive her over the edge. She moved back into the middle of the opening, dancing seductively, feeling the eyes on her body. She looked down at her body. She loved the way her skin now shined with sweat. She could see her erect nipples, the slight outline of her rips as she breathed. Her naked feet were starting to get dirty from all the walking and dancing. Her hand traveled down to her pussy, she moaned as she began rubbing her clit in front of all her on-lookers. She felt so naughty. Not an inch of clothing, and over a mile away from any cover, rubbing her wet pussy in front of a crowd of strangers. Suddenly Heather's trance was shattered. The band broke the music, making some announcement that Heather didn't initially understand. All eyes turned to her, smiling, as if they knew something she didn't. The band spoke again. "Hey you! Naked girl! Why don't you come dance up here!" The lead singer taunted. He clearly noticed how many people's attention was turned so something that wasn't the band. Heather stood, frozen in shock. Never in a million years did she anticipate having this much attention on her during this little escapade of hers. Grace grabbed Heather's shoulders, turning her towards her. "Go!" Grace yelled to her friend, daring her to go through with it. Heather stood there, staring back at her friend, mouth agape, still frozen in shock. Grace leaned down, pressing her check against Heathers, and whispering in her ear. "And if it becomes too much.. I give you permission to finish.." Grace said in her friend's ear playfully. Before she could react, Heather felt her friends pushing her in the direction of the stage. Dozens of eyes drank in every inch of her body as she passed by. When Heather reached the stage, the lead singer, a handsome bearded man, was already reaching his hand out, waiting to pull her up onto stage. Heather was on complete autopilot. It was impossible for her to fully process the reality of her situation. A firm hand wrapped around her forearm, as she was hoisted up onto the stage. The singer led her to the center of the stage, turning her around slowly for the crowd to see. Heather wanted to scream. She blushed deeply, her hands shaky and sweaty. Walking through a crowd was one thing, but being above the crowd where the entire festival could see her was a completely different experience. There were thousands of people in the audience. Heather stood for a while on the stage looking out into the crowd. She now stood nude in front of her entire city. Some certainly recognized her, but now no one would forget her. The singer leaned towards Heather with the microphone. Heather thought she was about to die. "So tell me, what are you doing running around the festival naked, is this some sort of dare?" The singer asked in a humorous tone, now pointing the microphone to Heather. "I.. I just wanted everyone to see me naked," Heather responded coyly, her voice echoing across the crowd, still blushing deeply. "How 'bout that!" The singer laughed, as he walked back towards his band, the crowd laughing and cheering at Heather's response. As the band began to play, Heather tried to muster the courage to dance along. Her cheeks and chest still bright red, as she began swaying her hips back and forth, her hands twirling each of her braids. If she already went this far, she might as well play along. This is what she wanted wasn't it? To show herself to the entire world? As the music went on, Heather began to feel more comfortable. The initial shock began to wear off as she began moving her body more and more confidently. She couldn't believe how many people were watching her. Heather's head was spinning. She danced around slowly, taking notice to how the crowd reacted to her movements. She moved her hips from side to side as she playfully felt her body, taking time to squeeze and display her small breasts for the crowd and slap and squeeze her ass. As time passed, she even began to rub her pussy and suck on her fingers seductively. The crowd was eating it up. At least a thousand people of all ages were drinking in the sight of the free spirited teen dancing, exhibiting, and touching her body for the whole world to see. Heather couldn't believe the feelings welling up inside her. She never thought things would have ever gone this far, but here she was, putting on a show for her entire city. The cute, innocent little girl's transformation was complete. Her movements slowly began to transition from dancing to just plain showing and touching herself. Adrenaline and nerves began to to be overtaken with her feelings of exposure and arousal. She continued to sway her hips back and forth as she began rubbing her wet pussy quicker and quicker, twisting her nipple in her other hand. Heather was in exhibitionist heaven. She moaned loudly as she continued to finger herself, lookout out at the vast crowd. People continued to cheer her on, as her eyes met her friends. She saw Grace staring up at her. The two stared at each other for a moment, both in disbelief. Finally, Heather saw Grace attempting to yell something to her. She couldn't hear Grace, but she saw her mouth wording "keep going"! Grace was challenging her to go all the way. Heather didn't know if she would be able to stop even if she wanted to. She felt the initial waves of an orgasm welling up from deep inside her. She kept going, faster and faster. Wetness now pouring from her pussy, she slid past the point of no return. Her knees instantly buckled as the first wave of her climax hit her. Heather collapsed down to her knees as she screamed in ecstasy. One hand rubbing her clit with everything she had, the other tangled up in her shining blonde hair. The crowd looked on in disbelief as they watched the teen yell and writhe in bliss. Heather fell to her back, spreading her legs wide for the whole crowd to see. Her hips bucked wildly as she watched the faces of the crowd from down her nude body as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. By the time her climax subsided, Heather laid there on the stage, in a puddle of her own wetness, panting, covered in sweat. Her hands still moving up and down her body, still drinking in the attention. She slowly sat up, legs still stretched outwards, pussy on full display to the crowd. People yelled and cheered enthusiastically. Heather swiped up some of the juices still on her pussy with her finger, sucking it off as she looked over her audience. Heather looked down and found her friends once again, their mouths were all on the floor. Almost as quickly as her orgasm started, Heather's nerves came crashing back following her release. Reality washed over her, as if she somehow forgot that she was sitting there naked in front of her entire town. Heather stood up, jumping back into the crowd, running back to her friends. Heather ran straight into Grace's arms, laughing hysterically. Heather plunged her face into her friend's breasts, seemingly trying to hide from the world. "I can't fucking believe you did it! Grace yelled, laughing equally as hard. Grace held her naked friend, sweaty and shaking, still clearly coming down from her massive orgasm and performance. Heather slowly looked up to Grace. "Time to go.." Heather moaned in a shivery voice. She'd found far more than what she set out looking for, and now it was time to get back to safety. Nothing more needed to be said. Heather's friends once again grabbed her hands as they began running back through the crowd, Heather was showered in applause, cheering, and praise as they pushed away from the concert. Before she knew it, her friends had run her back to the edge of the park, the Saturday Festival now behind them. Heather's lap was complete, all that was left was making it home in one piece. Heather sighed in relief, as she let go of her friend's hands, leaning her bare back against one of the park's trees. Heather's hands still slowly traveled up and down her small body as her friends and the occasional passer by still watched her every move. "Thank you guys.." Heather told her friends, voice still shaking. "This was beyond anything in my wildest dreams... I couldn't have done this without you." Heather's friends showered her with compliments. They seemed just as shocked as Heather as to what they all just witnessed. "I think I better go home now before I cause a riot," Heather giggled, "I got it from here!" Heather stood up off the tree, giving each of her friends a tight hug. Their hugs seemed to linger. Feeling their friend's nude body was still an exciting experience. She hugged Grace extra long, looking up to her friend, and kissing her deeply. "See you soon?" Heather asked her friend playfully. Grace blushed, nodding her head as Heather began to walk off, back into her neighborhood. Heather was practically skipping, as she made her way back to her house. She was making sure to drink in the precious last moments of her public nudity, waving to passer-byes, and saying hi to all of her neighbors. "I've really done it this time.." Heather thought to herself. She'd already had a bit of a reputation from her nude day at school, but now the whole town would surely know her as the exhibitionist slut she was. She almost shuddered thinking of what her parents would think. "MY PARENTS!!" She screamed internally. Heather stopped dead in her tracks in front of her house, seeing all of the cars parked in front. It was Saturday. Her parents were having their weekly BBQ party with all of their friends. "How could I be so stupid?" Heather asked herself, panicking. What was she going to do? Walk into her house naked, sweaty, covered in her own cum, ass red from being spanked? What were her parents and family friends going to say? After hesitating for what seemed like a lifetime, Heather began to walk forward. It didn't seem like she had any other options. She was shaking as she approached the front door, her bare feet smacking against the front porch as she walked. A shivery hand reached forward, grabbing the metal door knob. Heather took a deep breath, and twisted the door knob, slowly creaking the door open, checking for anyone that may be in the living room. The coast seemed clear. Everyone must have been in the backyard. Heather snuck in, slowly swinging the door behind her. Finally, some sense of cover and safety after today's insanity. Heather let a big breath of relief lose as she pressed her back against the wall, looking at her naked body in the mirror near the door. She loved what she saw. It might have been vain, but Heather was obsessed with how good her body looked. It was no wonder everyone loved when she showed it off. Finally, she turned towards the coat hook where she left her dress. It was gone. "What the fuck?!" Heather whispered to herself. "It was right here!" Heather looked around in a panic. She thought she was coming home to the safety of her clothing, but her dress was nowhere to be seen. If she left the small enclave of the front door area, she'd surely be seen by the party and have to explain herself. What was she going to say? What were people going to think? Heather, panicking, started putting one foot in front of another as she left her temporary safety. Strangers and friends were one thing, but her parents party was definitely something else. Heather slowly stepped out into the living room, now in full view of the kitchen and backyard. She saw a couple dozen adults laughing, talking, drinking. Finally she was busted. "Heather! There she is!" She heard her dad's friend call out to her smiling. The attention of the party now turned to the naked teen, smiling shyly, blushing deeply. "Why don't you come join us, and tell us about your day!"

Stripped For Florida: Cathy and Jenn By Willie B.    Part 1     "Let's go to Florida."     "Where'd that come from?"     "I don't know. It's warm -- maybe I wouldn't have to wear clothes."     "You're not wearing any now."     The girls were indeed naked, lounging on Cathy's bed.      "I mean not ever," Jenn clarified.     Cathy let out a burst of laughter.  "Shit, Jenn, you'll get us both arrested." She let her eyes soften and looked at her friend with more compassion. "I know."     Ohio was not a bastion of love and tolerance.  Not in this day and age.      "Do you think this stuff could be true?" Jenn pointed at the page on her Kindle.     "Watcha reading?"     "Some guy from Florida. Writes stories about naked kids and shit. He's got all these boys in love with each other, or boys and girls. They do crazy things in public like kiss and make out and fuck."     Cathy leaned over to peer at the screen, her breasts grazing the soft skin of Jenn's back.  "Nothing about girls?"     "Nah, waddya expect.  His name is Willie B Florida.  Jeez, what an obviously fake name.  He's probably some old geezer. I'm sure he has no idea what two girls can do with each other."     There was a knock on the door.  After a moment Cathy's mom stuck her head in.  "Almost time for dinner, girls."     "I shouldn't be complaining, I really shouldn't," Jenn sighed and examined her left foot. "Your mom is so wonderful. Do you know how unusual your family is?"     Cathy nodded.  She knew.      "I mean it's practically illegal to be homosexual in this state -- illegal!"     "Well, not exactly . . . "     "As long as you don't say anything, ever, to anyone . . . at least in public."     The two girls stared into their blank future.  It was against the law to mention anything about homosexuality in Ohio unless it was to condemn it. Don't ask, don't tell had expanded to include all persons.  Cathy and Jenn were friends, that was all.  They could never claim to be the lovers they were, the partners they hoped to be.     "Do you think it's true?"     What, the blank future? Cathy was quite sure about that part.  "Is what true?"     "Those stupid stories by some nut who calls himself Willie."  Shit, what a stupid name, Willie!  Of course he doesn't write about girls. Out loud Jenn laughed bitterly, "no willies involved."     "What in the world are you babbling about?"     "Never mind," Jenn lifted her foot in the air and stared up at it from her prone position on the bed.  "Do you think we could kiss on the beach in Florida?"     "How would we get to Florida?!" Cathy exclaimed more than asked.     "I don't know, but if we did kiss on a beach in Florida do you think anyone would mind.  I mean all those naked kids and all . . . "     "You mean kids in Florida don't wear clothes?"     "Every stupid tourist who goes to Florida gets sucked into that racket.  You've heard the stories: pay to strip your kid, pay to have your kid tattooed, pay to have your kid pierced.  Even with all the internet censorship we know about that."     "Now you say it's a racket?" Cathy protested.  "I thought you wanted to go to Florida to get naked."     "Yeah, that would be nice -- I hate clothes," Jenn laughed, "especially when you're around."     "Girls," Cathy's mom called, "Dinner!"     "Yeah, naked," Jenn confirmed.  "But, what I really wonder is do you think two girls could just be normal in Florida? Like, really normal?"     "Only one way to find out," Cathy murmured as they left her room and headed for the kitchen.     Cathy's mom bustled about the kitchen, huge oven mitts on her hands.  She pulled out a steaming vegetable pot pie and placed it on a cast iron trivet in the middle of the heavy wood table that was the centerpiece of the old fashioned country kitchen.  There was salad in a wooden bowl, a large metal shaker with larger than usual holes, and a pitcher of ice tea.  Jenn knew the shaker was filled with nutritional yeast, a condiment for which she had not yet gained a true appreciation.  The screen door was open to Ohio summer and a breeze blew in from the fields that surrounded the old farmhouse.  Isolation and a mother with Hippie leanings accounted for the unusually tolerant Smith household.     Jenn had asked Cathy's mom about the Hippie thing.  "How'd you turn out so cool, anyway?  I thought the Hippies were back in the '60s or something."  That time seemed so anciently prior to her own birth that she couldn't imagine anyone from that long ago still being alive.      "Well, 1970s mostly, to tell the truth.  But I grew up in Yellow Springs -- Antioch and all that -- so the era lived on much longer.  Certainly as a teen and young woman I was surrounded by the genuine article."     Whatever the explanation, Jenn was certainly happy about it.  Where else would she be allowed to flaunt it all: her body, her attraction to this amazing woman's wonderful daughter, the openness about their love.  She even let them "sleep" together, and they didn't have to hide the euphemism.  They were definitely sexual lovers.  Most 16 year old girls would never have this chance -- in Ohio, or, she feared, anywhere else for that matter.     "Mom," Cathy said, her voice clearly announcing a new subject, "Jenn and I want to see what it's like in Florida."     Jenn waited for Cathy's mom to explode, the way her mom and dad did whenever she introduced anything she cared about.  She lowered her head in anticipation of the blast.     "When are you planning on leaving?" Cathy's mom replied, as calmly as if she were asking when they had to get up to catch the school bus.     Cathy shrugged and looked at Jenn.  Jenn had no idea what to say?  How would they ever get to Florida?     "Um, I'm not really sure we know how to get there," Jenn admitted.     "They used to have the Green Tortoise, and a couple of other vans and converted school buses like that," her mom said, placing her fingertips together thoughtfully and looking up at the ceiling.  "We'd just wait for the bus to show up and go off wherever it took us.  It wandered all over the country."     Jenn sighed.  Sometimes Cathy's mom didn't live in the present.  Still, she reminded herself, sometimes that was a good thing.  The present wasn't too wonderful.  Her own parents had kicked her out of the house when they found out she had a girlfriend.     "It's illegal, immoral and on top of that it's just plain stupid," her father had roared.      "I'm sorry, I really am," her mother had tried to console her.  She had been in her room packing up her few belongings.  "But, you know how your dad is.  You can't stay here."     Jenn had swallowed hard, kissed her weak and timid mother and left home forever.  Cathy and her mother had provided her food, shelter, love and a true home.  If Cathy's mom were stuck in the past, or in some imaginary world inside her head, it was okay.  Her heart was in the right place.     "We used to hitchhike, too.  But I hear that's not safe anymore."  Jenn realized she'd missed part of the conversation.     "What I was wondering," Jenn interjected, "was whether you knew anyone who was driving down.  You know, taking their kids on vacation or something?  Or, we could save up and pay for a bus . . . "  She paused.  They all knew that it would be months, maybe years before they saved up enough cash to pay for the bus.  Oil was getting scarcer year by year and America had yet to make a major shift to a new transportation fuel. Bus fare was high, but air travel was even worse.     "I'll ask around.  I'm delivering bread this Wednesday."  Cathy's mom made bread -- wonderful home made bread.  Jenn and Cathy feasted on it and Cathy's mom made her living baking for other families and delivering the loaves every week.     The girls helped clean up.  Cathy lingered by the door, letting the breeze play in her hair and tickle her skin.  She glanced at her mom.  Normal girls would ask their mom for permission, but Cathy knew her mom wouldn't stop her.  "Sure!  It feels so good to run outside naked, the sun on your skin."  Cathy would have to stop herself from doing anything stupid.  As isolated as their house was, in the middle of Ohio fields, there was too much risk in running around naked.  The owner leased the fields to a horse farm and they in turn charged all sorts of people to care for individual horses.  No telling who might be out there at any given moment.  People weren't supposed to be naked in Ohio and Cathy didn't want to give her mother any more difficulties in this life -- like bailing a daughter out of jail or paying some huge fine.  She felt the breeze on her body and sighed.  Normal girls wouldn't be hanging out naked at the front door of their house, either.     * * *     In her dream, Jenn awoke. It is the the middle of the night.  Moonlight splashes through the open window, spilling across Cathy's sleeping form next to her.  The sound of crickets hums through the air and a warm summer breeze plays across the fine hairs on her skin.  Feeling all tingly and alive, she can't possibly sleep.  She touches Cathy with the tip of her finger and wakes her, looking for a moment into her lover's soft blue eyes. They get up and go out the door.     Without saying a word they know where they are headed and what they will do in their secret dream spot.  They run across the pastures, tall grass flicking their bare legs.  The place is a hidden hollow.  A person could run right past it and never see where the land dips down, tall grass giving way to moss.  A round, clear pond at the bottom reflects the moon as if light is pouring up from underground.  They wade through the water to a large slab of stone in the center of the pool.      In this hidden eye of the world the two girls make love.  Mouth meets mouth, lips upon lips, tongues wet in one another's kissing embrace.  Their bodies meet, soft and downy skin awash with moonlight, strong muscles and youthful bones intent upon twining and meshing and grappling. Fingers wander and the palms of hands feel skin.      Skin and hair and fingers and tongues do their magic and awake deeper sensations.  Mouths salivate, hearts pound, breathing gets caught in gasps of pleasure, nerve endings tingle up from inside and rouse abdomens and breasts and nipples and legs and heat erupts up from deep inside.     Tongues dart and dive and work the labia and clits, seeking salty sweetness as far inside as they can reach; fingers forage yet deeper; bodies grind against one another seeking both to pleasure and to release; to remain separate beings to feel and fondle and love the other -- and to merge and become one multi-limbed, double-vagina'd girl who could take on the world; splayed out on moon-washed rock in this eye of the world.     Part 2     Jenn woke to sunlight already heating up their tiny bedroom. The smell of bread filled the house. She stretched her limbs and savored last night, suddenly remembering with a pang that it was a dream, but a dream that had felt so real she knew she would remember it her whole life as a more true experience than many more mundane waking moments. She lifted her legs high into the air and then rolled herself off the mattress and onto her feet.     In the kitchen Cathy was wrapping loaves of bread. Her mother would have gotten up in the wee hours, even earlier than summer dawn to start the bread rising and baking. She was in the shower now, singing some old song. She came out, her hair wrapped tall in a towel, another pulled around herself, just over her breasts. She looked happy, faded, and distracted, like a wildflower pressed into an old photo album full of memories.     "I'm making my deliveries, girls. Make sure you send a postcard so I know you arrived safe and sound in Florida."     Jenn looked at Cathy questioningly.     "If you still want to . . . " Cathy said hesitantly.     "Never waste your dreams," her mother said, as matter-of-factly as if she were telling them to finish what was on their plates.     Jenn followed Cathy's eyes to a pile of worn paper money set in the center of the table, weighted down with the nutritional yeast shaker.     "My mom wants to give us bus fare," Cathy explained.     "It takes too long to wait for the Green Tortoise; I don't want you to dither the summer away. Go, fly, have fun!" her mother insisted. "Be sure to write and tell me all about it." She sounded eager, as if she herself were going on the adventure.     "But." Cathy's voice caught in her throat. She tried again, "Maybe you want to come with us?"     "I can't, honey. I've got bread to bake, families to feed. I'm happy here in this big field. It's your adventure, sweet. You and Jenn have the world to explore, and each other." She looked at them both and then came and enveloped the two girls in as big a hug as she could muster with her slight frame. The two naked girls nestled against the damp towel wrapped around her. She kissed each one on the forehead and released them. "Take the Greyhound to St. Augustine. I don't know if she's still there, but her name is Amanda. I knew her a long time ago, but she'll remember who I am."     "Amanda . . . okay," Cathy committed the name to memory. "But, how will we find her?"     "If she's still there, she won't be hard to find." Her voice was so certain that neither girl wanted to disappoint her. No doubt another piece of the past, long gone, Jenn figured.     "Okay, we'll find her," Cathy said with a show of conviction she didn't feel.     "I've got to get dressed. Bunny's coming by so we can do deliveries; we can drop you at the bus station. Get your stuff ready so we won't keep her waiting."     Cathy and Jenn scampered to pack what few belongings they felt essential to an unknown adventure where they weren't planning to wear clothes. Cathy's mother hummed to herself as she got dressed and combed her hair in front of the mirror in the hallway. A sharp toot of a horn was followed by Bunny's large frame filling the front doorway.     "Hey, girls," she greeted them effusively. "I don't think I've seen you in clothes in ever so long. What's the occasion?"     "We're dropping them at the bus, Bunny," Cathy's mom told her. "Girls, help me get these loaves out to the truck."     Bunny's conveyance was a large old panel truck. The back doors opened up on hinges and the bread was stacked on large plastic trays, each fitting neatly over the one below. The two women sat up front and the girls in back. There were no seats and the inside was dim, the only light coming in from a small yellowed plastic skylight on the roof. As the van went into gear the girls held on to one another and the bread trays as they jolted over the farm's rutted roadway. They felt the vehicle pull onto the main road and then it was much smoother, the wheels humming on the pavement. Jenn looked at Cathy in the dim light. One day she was dreaming of Florida; the next they were on their way. She hoped this wasn't a foolhardy adventure, chasing after the imaginary world of some geezer named Willie. No, not Willie's world, she amended her thoughts, but one where two girls could be happy.     It was awkward saying good-bye. The Greyhound bus station was run down and dilapidated. Worn down people sat or slumped against the wall on the sidewalk in front of the locked building. The sun beat down on asphalt unrelieved by a single shade tree. Bunny gave them boisterous words of encouragement, Cathy's mom hugged each of them and reminded them again to send a postcard. Cathy looked in her bag to make sure the roll of money was still there and Jenn looked around at this shabby beginning to a new life.     The two women said good-bye again, Cathy's mom wiped a stray tear from her eye, told Jenn and Cathy how much she loved and admired them and then they were off in the van to make their deliveries. Jenn was pretty sure they made their getaway moments before they all would have started crying in the parking lot.     As it turned out, there was no bus expected for another five hours. Another 17 hours and they were on a platform in Georgia waiting for another bus. And 6 hours after that they pulled in at yet another rest stop.     "This is the Florida Welcome Center," the hefty woman driving the bus announced. "We'll be here for 45 minutes." She put the bus in park, opened the front passenger door and got out.     Jenn and Cathy were tired, bones cramped from standing and sitting and waiting and riding. They were hungry. Although the bus had stopped at various places for meals, the girls were worried about spending their money. The bus fare had taken over half of the cash, and when they got to Florida who knew how they were going to get any more money. Cathy's mom had pulled out the last of the cash she'd saved from selling off her old car. Bunny was her transportation. Cathy -- and then Cathy and Jenn -- had walked up the rutted road to the highway where the old yellow school bus had stopped to pick them up. For most of the school year that road was either frozen, covered in snow, or a slick morass of mud. Jenn figured her school career was over. Nobody had mentioned anything about how long they were going to stay in Florida, but there was also nothing said about how they'd return to Ohio, or if they'd even want to. Sixteen and she was a high school dropout on the road.     "We made it!" Cathy exclaimed, jolting Jenn out of her musings. "Let's find something to eat. I can't keep starving like this."     Jenn nodded. They exited the bus and crossed the parking lot to the large glass-fronted building. They couldn't help staring all around as if trying to suck in everything about Florida. Jenn laughed, "We're barely across the state line and we're gaping like two fish!"     Cathy pointed, "Look!"     Five times bigger than life, lit up and shining through the panes of glass was a full-wall photo of golden-hued, pink-skinned twins. It was quite clear they were naked. Above it in huge letters read, "Stripped For Florida." The girls pushed their way through the glass doors and stood staring at the mural.     "Hello girls, welcome to Florida," sang out a cheery voice. Bringing their gaze lower they found themselves eye to eye with a perky Stripped For Florida sales associate. "Is this your first visit?" she inquired.     They both nodded.     "Restaurant is to your left; restrooms, information center and convenience store to your right."     "Thank you," Jenn remembered to be polite. "Um, is this where you can get naked?"     "Yes, ma'am," the young woman answered. "Your parent or guardian can purchase a Stripped For Florida microchip. Once it is placed behind your left ear you can get yourself as naked as can be. In fact, you'll be required to strip before passing through the sensors mounted over any of these doorways, and to stay stripped until you leave the state. Of course, Florida residents stay stripped until age 21."     Jenn tried to process this onslaught of information.     Cathy asked, "So, if we wanted to get stripped, how much would we have to pay?"     "One SFF chip is $150.00 and is valid for 70 days. We accept cash, debit or credit."     "150 dollars?" Jenn asked incredulously.     "Yes, ma'am. For residents it is only $45.00, paid annually."     They didn't have $300.00. If they paid the resident rate, and both got stripped, they'd have about $20.00 left.     "Can we pay the resident rate," Cathy asked. "We are moving to Florida."     "If your parent or guardian can show documentation then, yes, we can strip you for the Florida rate. We'll need something like automobile registration or property tax homestead exemption. If your parents are around I can explain it all to them."     "Um, okay. They're busy at the moment," Cathy demurred, suddenly nervous about advertising that the two of them were traveling alone.     "That's fine, I'm here all day." The young woman let out a high-pitched peal of laughter. "You two enjoy and I hope you can get stripped soon; you seem really eager about it."     "We are," Jenn smiled. They waved at the sales rep and walked toward the restaurant, each harboring the realization that getting naked in Florida wasn't going to be easy.     * * * Part 3     By the time they got to St. Augustine both girls were weary with bus travel and stiff from being cramped into uncomfortable seats with the air conditioning blasting way too cold.  Jenn had shivered at the sight of two naked girls who boarded the bus in Baldwin.  They weren't the first naked teens they'd seen in Florida, but it was the first time Jenn got a good look up close.  The girls were maybe thirteen and fifteen, she guessed. They got on and walked up the aisle, searching for empty seats.      "There aren't any seats, mom," the older girl said.     Fortunately those already on the bus were kind enough to rearrange themselves and give the girls seats together, with their mother sitting close by. It wasn't long before the younger girl felt the cold.     "I'm freezing, mom," she complained.  "Can't I have a blanket?"     "We're not going into that, again," the girl's mother stated.  "You know you're stripped, now just live with it."     Jenn liked being naked, but she'd never considered not being allowed to wear clothes -- even if she were cold.  I guess that's why being stripped hasn't exactly caught on in Ohio, she thought.  Nevertheless, it seemed odd that it should be so extreme: never naked or always naked.     The sisters sat down and cuddled against one another for warmth, falling asleep as the AC blasted away.  Jenn knew they were sisters, not lovers, but still -- she couldn't help feeling some hope that these two naked girls wrapped around each other weren't attracting any undue attention.  She leaned closer against Cathy and imagined herself skin to skin with her.     In St. Augustine the bus pulled up to a convenience store while several passengers got off ahead of them. Jenn and Cathy stood in the parking lot wondering which way to go.  The sign on what had obviously once been a 7/11 said "Tiger 11". They padded inside, tired and aching.  The store had the usual run-down assortment of candy bars, cigarettes, Lotto tickets, and something they weren't as familiar with, a smaller version of the naked twins with the Stripped For Florida logo.  A sun-bronzed, blond-haired naked boy with an erection was paying for Gatorade at the front counter.  Several clothed patrons were in the aisles and a little boy was begging his mother for candy.     "Why can't I have any, mommy?  Please?" he begged.  Jenn smiled at him.  He looked cute -- maybe four or five years old.  He wore a Spiderman T-shirt and blue shorts. His feet were bare.     His mother looked to be not more than a year or two older than Jenn.     "Tell you what, squirt.  Take off your clothes and I'll buy you a candy."     "Really?"  The boy looked pleased.     "Sure. Everyone's wondering why I haven't stripped you yet.  Let's surprise them."     The boy pulled off his shorts and yanked his t-shirt over his head.  He stood there naked and smiling up at his mother.      "What kind of candy you want?"     He pulled a large Hershey bar off the rack and handed it to his mom.     "I'll have one Quick Strip and the candy bar -- oh, and a box of Salem Lites."  The woman behind the counter pulled the carton off the rack behind her and handed over a paper with a small sticker on it.  The boy took the candy bar from his mother and ripped it open.  Jenn and Cathy watched as the mom attached the sticker behind the left ear of her son.     "That's it.  You're stripped."     "Thank you mommy.  You know I love candy."     The girl smiled at Jenn and Cathy as she left the store.  They smiled back and wished it were as easy for them to get naked as it was for the little boy.     The girls wandered a bit around St. Augustine. It was a different world from Ohio and they didn't know whether to look at the historic buildings, the sunburned tourists, the naked kids and teenagers, the strange sex paraphernalia shops catering to those aforementioned tourists and their naked children, or simply gape in awe at palm trees and exotic birds and flowers.  They had no idea how to even begin looking for Amanda and when they got hungry were shocked at the prices being charged.  The smell of the ocean wafted over everything and in the end that was what decided it for them.  A helpful young college student standing in front of the imposing Ponce Hotel -- now Flagler College -- told them that contrary to expectations the beach was not in St. Augustine itself, but that the little Sunshine Bus Company vans could get you there cheaply, if not exactly efficiently.  She gave directions on where to get on and which way to walk when they got off.  She even told them that her favorite place was "Stir it up".  It's named after a Bob Marley song, she added helpfully.  Cathy and Jenn nodded dumbly at the overload of information and hoped they remembered the essentials.     The Sunshine got them part way to the beach, their legs the rest of the way.  Yet another new world greeted them.  As tired as they were, their first experience of the ocean swept them into an excitement of all the senses: the crash of the waves, the sharp salt scent, the wind blasting into their faces, the invisible pricks like a thousand needles as sand blew into their skin, even the taste of the ocean -- so familiar to those who live near it -- a sensation they never would have guessed at from books and movies.  Cathy extended her hands out wide and twirled across the sand, her face uplifted to the sounds and scents.  There was a new world of people here, too.  Naked and scantily clad children and teens swam and ran and sunned themselves amongst boys in trunks that hung below their knees, women swathed under broad-brimmed hats to stave off the sun, and even a few men clad in shirts and shorts.     Cathy noted that there were very few girls or young women who wore much of anything.  Skimpy bikinis or fully nude seemed to be the attire of young females.  A girl just about her age lay on her back, sunning herself as naked as the day she was born.  She extended her arms up in welcome and following her gesture Cathy saw a handsome, fully tanned and naked boy emerging out of the waves.  His penis was long and hard, fully engorged.  He ran up the beach to the girl, leaned down on his well-built arms and enveloped her in a kiss even as his erection penetrated her in one smooth motion.  Without the slightest indication that they were in the midst of a public beach the boy marauded the girl with his erection, while she took him into herself with totally receptive abandon.  Cathy nudged Jenn to watch and they could not hide their obvious fascination. Before arriving in Florida neither girl had ever seen a fully naked male teen; had never seen an erect penis; and had certainly never seen the heterosexual act of intercourse before.  Growing up in an all-female household Cathy had little exposure to men at all; Jenn's experience wasn't much greater.  Ohio mandated full coverage for both sexes in public and public displays of affection were frowned upon, both socially and in the eyes of the law.     It was obvious that the girl was enjoying the long strokes and hard thrusts of the young man who arced his body over hers and plunged deeply into her, his tanned buttocks clenching with the effort on each downward attack on her mons and labia.  Cathy found herself wet with desire and her insides tingled and ached.  She wanted Jenn so bad she nearly ripped her own clothes off right then and there.     Neither girl could tear her gaze away from the duo, but the young lovers didn't seem to notice or care.  The girl began to moan and then scream as she went into the throes of orgasm.  The boy never stopped pounding her until he froze in position, his body poised in midair as it were.  A few minutes later he withdrew his still-hard erection, pulled his girlfriend up from the sand and the two of them bounded into the surf, laughing and holding hands.      Jenn looked sidelong at her girlfriend and before she could think herself out of it, pulled down her shorts and ripped off her T-shirt.      "Come on!" she called as she ran towards the water.   The sand was hot on the soles of her feet, the Florida air warm against her skin.  It felt so good to be out of the binding suffocation of clothes. It was even worse wearing them here than in Ohio.  She didn't own a bikini and it seemed so unjust to be clothed when there were enough teenagers wearing absolutely nothing.  She felt the first wetness of the ocean and enveloped herself in it.  From the moment Jenn dove into the first oncoming wave she felt no fear.  This surging power was something she had longed for without knowing it.  The saltiness matched the workings of her own body.  She didn't even mind that she had to come up for air; like a dolphin or a whale she surfaced naturally, took a breath and swam back into the waves that surged relentlessly in from far out at sea.  On her third surfacing she bobbed up and looked around.  Cathy stood up to her knees in the water, still dressed in her jean shorts and t-shirt.     "It's great!" Jenn called, "you'll love it."     Cathy looked at the small girls who couldn't be older than 7 or 8 cavorting naked in the waves.  She caught sight of the two lovers they had watched on the beach, now entwined around one another in deeper water.  She took a breath and plunged into the water, swimming toward her own sweetheart.  The waves were stronger than she expected but the feeling was exhilarating.  She came up next to Jenn and embraced her.  The two girls floundered in the water, trying to stay above the surface even as their bodies found one another with a longing held back since they'd left home.  Jenn's naked body was slippery; Cathy's clothes were wet, rough and cumbersome.  They moved closer to shore and feeling her feet touch the ground Cathy impatiently pulled at the zippers and clasps and wet fabric, trying to pull the clothes off her body.  After some struggle, and with help from Jenn, she liberated herself and with impatience charged into the oncoming surf.      Jenn and Cathy played in the waves like long lost dolphins, the sky transforming into pinks and turquoise blues, the sea darkening and the beach emptying of people.  Exhausted and exhilarated they pulled themselves onto the sand and lay looking up in wonder at the vast Florida sky. Already it was dark far out to sea on the eastern horizon, while quickly waning daylight still held sway away to the west.  The first star came out and Jenn leaned over and gave Cathy a kiss.  Their contentment was marred only by the nag of hunger in their bellies that they had each sought to ignore for some time.  Only now did they consider their options for some kind of supper.     "I guess I lost my clothes in the waves," Cathy observed ruefully.     Jenn giggled.  "You can have mine.  After all I'm the one who wanted to come to Florida and never wear them again."     "It's not that important, really . . . it's just . . . well, maybe nobody would really mind if we showed up somewhere and wanted some food, but . . ."     For the first time Cathy looked truly worried.     "What?" Jenn asked.     "We don't have any . . . where are your clothes?"     "I don't know.  I left them on the beach, remember?"     "If we can't find them, forget being naked . . . we have no money!"     "Shit!"     * * * Part 4    The girls searched the beach for at least two miles in either direction, but there was no sign of Jenn's clothing.  What little money they had left was in those pants pockets.  Now they were absolutely naked, absolutely broke and on their own in Florida.      "What was the name of that place?"     "What?"     "The place to eat.  Stir something?"     "Oh, Stir it up."     "That's it.  Do you think we could find it?  Maybe they'd be kind enough to give us some food."     It was no big deal for two naked girls to walk up to the nearest of the many small streets leading off the beach.     "Sure," answered the thirty-something guy in Bermuda shorts and tank top hosing down his jet ski on the sandy stretch of street.  Streetlights overhead cast their glow over the now darkened beach.  "It's just two blocks that way -- just walk down the beach to the next car entry, hang a right and its on A!A.  But they're sure to be closed now."     "Okay, thanks," Jenn replied.  The guy followed the two girls as they wandered back onto the sand, admiring their taut young bodies.     It was a short walk and Stir it Up was indeed closed.  The wooden wrap-around porch was quiet, but the restaurant across the way was lively with loud music pouring out onto the narrow street.     Jenn and Cathy walked over and after hesitating for a minute went inside.      "Be with you in a minute, hon," the waitress called over her shoulder, her right arm raised high with a huge tray of plates.      A man on his way to the restroom squeezed past them as gingerly as his large tattooed body would allow.  The room pulsed with the beat of rock music, loud conversation and drunken peals of laughter.     "Two for dinner?"  The waitress was back.     "Um, we were hoping you could direct us to somewhere we could get some food.  We lost all our money and . . . "     "I'm sorry, hon, I really am.  But you can see I've got a packed crowd here and we're one short on staff.  I'll be on my feet all evening."     Cathy's mind was in a whirl.  She took a breath and plunged in.  "Do you need a sub for the night?  I'll work my feet off if you'll give me and my girlfriend dinner."     "I could use the help, that's the truth.  Let me get these two tables going over here and I'll talk to the owner.  You two stand over here out of the way."     The waitress hustled off.  Jenn looked at Cathy, who shrugged.  As a possible new person on the job Cathy started observing the eatery with a different interest.  She'd never waited tables in her life, but she knew her way around a kitchen.     The waitress was back.  "I'm Janice.  The cook is Rob.  That's my boss behind the bar -- she waved at the man, who raised his hand in greeting before going back to pouring drinks.  He's the owner, Carl.  Not a bad guy but serious about business, so you can't screw up, especially on the money part.  Lucky for you it's all paper, no computers here yet.  You're stripped, so you'll have to go about your business as is -- guess you got no pockets."  Janice barked out a laugh.  "Well, I'm guessing some of the guys -- even some of the gals -- will appreciate a nude waitress.  You can start by bussing those two tables over there; then I'll have you help me take orders out from the kitchen.  You'll catch on."     Cathy headed toward the tables Janice had pointed to.  They were covered with dirty dishes, glasses and crumpled napkins.  She guessed that bussing meant clearing the tables.  She glanced around and noticed a plastic bin partly full of dirty dishes.  She grabbed it and started to work.     "I don't know what you're planning to do while your friend works," Janice said to Jenn, "but if you're willing to stack dishes into the washer back in the kitchen I'll make sure Carl throws you girls a bit of cash.     Jenn was relieved.  Since Cathy's surprising offer to work she'd been feeling like a third wheel.  "Sure, yeah, anything you need.  I'm Jenn, by the way."     Janice didn't waste a moment.  It was obvious that there were lots of people waiting for service.  She took Jenn into the kitchen, pointed to the dishwasher and the accumulated gray plastic tubs of dirty dishes and hustled back out to the dining area.     * * *     The girls had tumbled out of the restaurant in the wee hours of the morning, giddy with adrenaline, well fed, twenty bucks and no pockets to put it in.  Holding each other in a walking hug they'd careened down the block towards the dark space of the ocean and out onto the sand.  Within minutes they were away from the lights of A1A, the roar of the surf blocking out all other sounds.  Without even knowing exactly what they were doing Jenn and Cathy found a small patch of vegetation in a bit of dune running down the middle of the beach, dug themselves into a hollow of still-warm sand and embraced one another with raw sexual desire.  Cathy nibbled her way down Jenn's body, while her finger ran up her girlfriend's leg, teasing the soft hairs on her inner thigh. Jenn squirmed under the erotic touch and found Cathy's left nipple with her own fingers. She grew impatient and tweaked Cathy's nipple hard, her hips lunging upwards trying to capture Cathy's finger.     "Come on Cath -- put it in me, please!" Jenn pleaded.  Cathy laughed out loud.  Being naked all day, working in the restaurant in the nude, and still feeling the sun warmth filling her body, she was feeling aroused and confident.  Cocooned within dune sand, sea oats, low bushes and darkness, the girls felt free to be loud and enthusiastic in their lovemaking.  Cathy relented and curled her finger into Jenn's wet and waiting opening.  Jenn curled herself around the groping protrusion, wriggling to feel the sensation on every part of her inner nerve endings.  Her fingers scraped along Cathy's back.     Cathy probed deeper, tingling her touch along Jenn's cervix and leaning in to push her tongue into Jenn's waiting mouth.  The girls wrestled with kisses, Cathy the whole time bringing Jenn closer and closer to a climax that ebbed and flowed, washing across Jenn's body like the waves of the ocean some twenty yards away.  Even as the last of the orgasm suffused her body, Jenn rolled herself out from under Cathy and ran her tongue quickly over her friends breasts and down her torso.  She found the sweet saltiness of Cathy's glistening labia, then probed her tongue as deeply into Cathy as she could, licked her way up her labia and grasped the erect clitoris and played it between her lips before nipping it lightly with her teeth.     "Ouch!" Cathy said, not sounding very convincing.  Jenn nipped her just a bit harder and then set in earnest to seduce her friend into her own cascade of delicious convulsions.     The girls lay gasping in the sand, their breathing becoming calmer and deeper as they stared up at the sky for the first time.  A spangle of stars overhead spanned out into a dark panorama vast beyond their peripheral vision.  The sound of the surf intruded upon their consciousness and without words they found themselves running across the dark sand and straight into the ocean.  The water was warmer than they expected and they frolicked for some time. Getting out they were caught by surprise as night air nipped their wet bodies.  Still feeling full of life and in buoyant spirits they nestled into the sand of their hideaway nest.  Folded warm into one another's embrace they fell into deep sleep.     It was the cold that woke them.  Jenn shivered in the wee hours of the morning, the sound of the surf slowly intruding upon her consciousness, as if the volume were slowly being turned up.  The silvery sea oats were only just visible, but she didn't need to see them to know that a cool wind was blowing steadily off the ocean.  Cathy's body was sticky against hers and their sandy bed felt gritty.  She tried to move her left leg and felt it stiff and achey.      "Nnhhh," Cathy grunted.     "Just trying to get my leg comfortable," Jenn replied.     "Where are . . . oh,  right.  Geez, it's chilly."  Cathy's words jumbled out of half-sleep as she awoke to their new reality.     "I feel all sticky, but I'm guessing the water is too cold for a rinse."     "Maybe we should just get up -- maybe go for a run."     Jenn managed to sit up.  The beach disappeared into the darkness, but she could see the surf--closer now than when they'd gone to sleep. The white foam seemed to glow with its own inner light, mysterious in the pre-dawn gloom.     "Okay," Jenn managed to reply without much enthusiasm.  Her whole body felt cramped from sleeping on damp sand.  "Maybe you're right, though.  Moving might be good."     She stood up and held her hand out to help Cathy.  They ran slowly at first and then got into it, their naked bodies striding down the empty beach. It felt good to move and the night chill started leaving their bodies.  Faint light began to fill the vast sky over the ocean.     "Wow, the water's not dark anymore," Jenn exclaimed.  It was true. Pale and blue, the ocean stretched outwards to the long horizon, now clearly visible as a line in the distance.  The sky was still dark, but feathers of pink and yellow and orange tinged the clouds along the horizon, and far up into the air above them.  They stopped running and stared as if watching a slowly unfolding movie -- their very first view of an ocean sunrise.      The sound of a dog splashing into the waves startled them out of their reverie.  A german shepherd romped in the ocean. An older woman in white shorts and a windbreaker watched from the sand a few yards away.     "Last one in is a rotten egg," Cathy yelled out.     Jenn wasn't one to lose a challenge, even though she knew the water would be freezing.  She threw herself headlong into the waves, dove under the surf and came up spluttering salt water.  To her surprise the water wasn't much cooler than the night before.      "We should have gone swimming an hour ago, instead of standing around chilly," she remarked.     "Running was fun," Cathy replied, grabbing Jenn around the waist and kissing her.  An oncoming wave caught them both unawares and they both came up spitting out ocean water.  In what seemed like minutes the sky was fully illuminated.  The sun rose up from behind distant clouds and Cathy and Jenn blinked in surprise at the brightness.  Dog walkers gave way to joggers, who in turn passed the beach on to a few early surfers. Families dragged umbrellas and coolers out onto the sand and let their scantily clad or naked children frolic in the ocean.  It was thirst, rather than hunger, that drove the young women towards the land.  Florida sun can be deceptive.  Wind and water keep the body cool and refreshed, but all the while moisture is wicking away from exposed skin.     The reggae wrap place, Stir It Up, was filled with sunburned tourists.  All the tables under the curving porch roof were filled and even most of the places out in the blazing sun were occupied.  The only inside was the kitchen.  A young woman with a nose piercing and skull and cross bones tank top slid the screen partition open just long enough to ask curtly, "What's your order?"     "We were just hoping for two glasses of water," Jenn began.     "Anything else?"     "Um, well," Jenn peered over at the menu.  The prices seemed really high for sandwich wraps.     The pirate woman handed over two large plastic cups, "Water's on the left," and slid the screen shut.     Jenn pushed her way past a family with a gaggle of newly stripped children and found Cathy. Together they managed to find a cooler with gallon jugs of water and poured themselves glasses filled with the liquid.  They sat on the steps of the porch, the only place still unoccupied, and debated in low tones the merits and minuses of spending what money they had on prepared food.     "Wouldn't it be cheaper to buy ingredients?" Cathy pointed out.     "Yeah, but we have no where to keep anything, so it'll all go bad."     "We'd have to buy only what we could eat."     "Where's there even a store?"     "Let's ask someone."     "We left our money at our 'bedroom,' remember?" Jenn reminded her girlfriend.     "Let's go get it, ask someone where a store is, and just buy what we can eat now," Cathy decided.     Rehydrated, they felt refreshed enough to enjoy the walk down the beach.  A family eating a picnic lunch out of a large cooler offered them directions to the closest store and the two girls found their way across A1A, a hot bit of asphalt parking lot and into the air conditioned cold of a convenience store.  After an agonizing bit of browsing, picking things up, and putting them back they set their items down at the cash register.      "That'll be $19.95."  The clerk was a young guy with hipster glasses and a black T-shirt.  Jenn handed over their precious twenty dollar bill.  "Your SFF chips are no good."     Jenn looked mystified.  "Scanners," the guy clarified. "Sure, they're everywhere.  Just a heads up.  Lots of places aren't so nice.  If you come in off the beach without a bikini or something they'll just buzz the cops and you're busted.  Major fine."     Jenn nodded.  "Um, thanks.  I mean, that's good to know."     "Sure thing."  The clerk handed her their change and moved on to the next customer.     "Shit," Cathy mumbled under her breath as they pushed their way back into the blazing parking lot.  "That means we can't go anywhere."     "The restaurant must not have cared.  Or Stir It Up," Jenn observed, "and at these prices it won't be long until we're hungry again," she added, looking ruefully at their small bag of overpriced convenience store food.     By the time they trudged back down the beach, Stir It Up was already closed for the day.      "They only gave us water," Jenn pointed out.     "And not very politely," Cathy agreed.     The real letdown was across the street.  A notice on the door announced that the establishment would be closed for one, possibly two, weeks due to a serious plumbing problem.     The girls slept fitfully that night.  Worry filled their minds, and as so many have discovered, the beach isn't the most comfy love nest when you're not desperately sexed up or feeling wonderfully romantic.  They awoke in the morning cold, hungry, sandy and sticky.     "What are these things?" Cathy complained, swatting her leg, "I feel like I'm being bitten all over."     "Can a beach have bedbugs?" Jenn wondered.  "Is there any of that food left?"     "Just a banana and a couple of pieces of bread.  Oh, and the last bit of orange juice."     They divided up the last of the food and looked out over the early morning grey of the ocean.  Each was consumed with her own thoughts, but they were oddly the same.  The mind worrying the same nuggets over and over again: should they have come to Florida, what if they hadn't lost the little money they had, could they find another place to work, could they go anywhere without clothing, and when oh when could they get some more to eat!     "Good morning, beautiful beach sleepers!"     The cheery voice jarred Cathy and Jenn out of their reverie.  A sturdily built young woman clad in layers of dark blue, green and brown clothing stood over them.     "It's so nice to find some other campers," the woman continued, her voice lilting over the words like song.  "I'm Sam-Iza -- short for Samantha Isabelle."     "Um, good morning," Jenn wrestled to get out of her worry and into her voice.     "Nice to meet you."  Cathy managed, a little more enthusiastically.     "So, have you been staying out here long?"     Jenn struggled not to be annoyed.  This girl seemed oddly cheerful for so early in the morning.  Besides her bug bites were itching, it was chilly, and . . . face it, she was hungry.     "Um, just a couple of nights," Cathy mumbled.     Sam-Iza sat down in a comfortable squat and seemed to be assessing the two of them.  "I don't want to be intrusive, but if I can help in any way, I do know a lot of people around here."     "We rather could, use some help I mean," Jenn answered, gratefulness tinged with a bit of desperation.     "We lost our clothes, our money, and we don't know anyone at all," Cathy explained.     "Oh, I thought you two were stripped.  But, no problem.  I can get you some food and clothes.  Is there anywhere in particular you're trying to go?"    They spilled out their story in fits and starts and interruptions, that they were from Ohio, how they'd lost their clothes, worked for a night, experienced the ocean and now had no idea exactly where they were or where to go.     "And, not to make life difficult," Jenn interjected, "but, I'm not wearing clothes again.  That's final."     Cathy started to protest, "But Jenn, we don't have any money and stripping costs a lot and those sensors . . . "     "It's alright," Sam-Iza intervened gently.  "Plenty of folks don't want to support the state just for the basic right to be naked.  There are people can get you a hacked SFF chip.  I'll connect you up.  But let me get you some food -- you're probably starved."     Jenn looked at her gratefully.  "I'll be right back," Sam-Iza trilled in her sing song voice and disappeared through the dunes.     Cathy pulled Jenn against her in a seated full-body hug.  "I'm sorry, I know you want to be naked, I just didn't realize you couldn't put clothes on again, ever."     "Not ever," Jenn murmured, her lips close to Cathy's ear.     "It's okay."  Cathy nuzzled Jenn closer and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's bosom.     Sooner than they expected Sam-Iza was back.  She unwrapped a cloth and pulled out little metal boxes with tight-fitting lids.  "This is tempeh with chia seeds marinated in balsamic and aged tamari.  I have a few dried blueberries left, and these are just divine -- cacao nibs -- I just love them."     Cathy and Jenn weren't sure about any of the items, by description or looks, but hunger is the best sauce, and they forgot their manners and wolfed everything down.     "That was wonderful," Jenn exclaimed.     "It is all organic, raw, vegan -- even gluten free," Sam-Iza enthused. "I'm so happy to share with you.  I have spring water, too.  It's important to stay hydrated, especially on the beach."     The girls hadn't even realized how thirsty they were until they took turns gulping down water from Sam-Iza's metal water bottle.     The sky which had been getting brighter and brighter now burst forth with light as the sun rose above the bank of pink and gray clouds massed on the far horizon.  A string of pelicans swooped low over them as they flew in line down the beach.  The sound of the surf seemed suddenly louder in their ears and the day was awake.  The few early morning dog walkers were now joined by the first real beach goers.  Jenn and Cathy once again marveled at the disparate attire on this Florida coastline: an overweight woman in shorts and an over-large T-shirt herded three naked children ahead of her as she dragged a large cooler and a fold-up chair behind her.  Three boys headed into the water with surf boards on their heads, two with rash guards and long trunks, the third stripped naked.  A man jogged by in cut-off jeans, while two college-age girls passed by in the opposite direction, one in shorts and tank-top, the other stripped naked, but tattooed from head to toe.     Their sightseeing was interrupted by Sam-Iza.  "So, I'm just going to get my friend."  Cathy was amazed at the continued upbeat tone of their new acquaintance. Sam-Iza seemed to make every statement sound like the brightest new discovery in the world, her voice light and high and songlike while she flashed her white toothed smile.  All this seemed somehow at odds with her practical, nondescript clothing and no-nonsense problem solving.  "Just stay right here so I can find you.  I have to find my friend Sabal and he'll give you a ride into the old city."     "But, what about the sensors?" Jenn asked with concern.     Sam-Iza laughed good-naturedly.  "Sabal's got a cycle tram and we'll take you where there aren't any sensors.  No need to worry."  She gave them a big smile. "Here, I'll leave you with my last two raw beet and date bars so you don't get hungry.  Sam-Iza waved good-bye and walked a short distance down the beach before disappearing out of view along one of the long wooden walkways over the dunes.     True to her word, Sam-Iza sent them a ride, although it was nearly 2 o'clock in the afternoon by the time it showed up.  Cathy and Jenn had tried to enjoy themselves, but worry overshadowed even the bright Florida beach.     "She seemed really nice!" Jenn exclaimed. "And she acted like it was no problem -- that I could stay naked no matter what."     "I know.  I don't want to think anything bad, but maybe it was too good to be true. I mean," she hastened to add, seeing the worry in Jenn's face, "I mean, I'm sure she is well-meaning, but what if she couldn't find that Sabal person -- the ride?"     "We don't even know if she's actually from around here."     "Or anything about her."     "She shared all her food, though."  The beet bars had been a new experience, to add the other new food sensations, but hunger had won out again.      "God," Cathy exclaimed, thinking of her mother's kitchen, "I never realized how much food I actually eat in a day."     "I'm trying not to think about it," Jenn protested.     * * *

Self Dares by stripgnd Self Dares Ch. 04 Andy gets friend zoned. Round two with Hanna. I healed fairly well. I have lost a bit of flexibility in the ankle that I broke, but nothing that affects anything that I need to do. It is also expected that it will improve over time anyway, so I can't really complain. I messaged Andy as soon as I was physically able again and insisted that he let me take him out for a meal to say thank you. He resisted, but I am fairly persuasive when I want to be so he eventually agreed to it. We didn't go anywhere really posh, I am not exactly rolling in the cash, but the restaurant was nice enough. It was one of the ones where you needed to dress up. Everyone else there would be smartly dressed and not being the same would mean you would stand out. It took me all day to pick my outfit. There is a very fine line between a slinky dinner dress and where is the rest of it? I wanted to look nice for him and I realise how condescending that sounds. He was under no illusion that it was not a date and it was just a thank you. Not being a bitch, but I really didn't want to lead him on. He fancies me and that is cute and I am flattered, but messing with him in any way like that would make me a bitch, and I am not. I don't think anyway. Well, unless you want me to be, in which case I can be a super bitch if you so wish. I eventually settled on a black pleated bodycon dress. It was mid-thigh length, so long enough to be sophisticated, but also short enough to be sexy. The front had a bow-type design that wrapped across my chest in an off-the-shoulder design. The back was a low-ish cut around where my shoulder blades were. So no bra, but I didn't need one and the dress had built-in support, again, not that I needed it. It would at least hide perky nipples if I got cold. I opted for black six-inch stiletto heels which had a silver design on the straps which I paired with a silver clutch bag which was big enough for my phone, wallet, key, basic make-up and a mini perfume. My underwear for the single item I would be wearing took a fair amount of time as well. Which considering my earlier statement of "it is not a date" seems a little silly. Why spend so long deciding on something that he isn't going to see. Good question, confidence I guess. Fake it till you make it as they say. If you feel confident you tend to be confident and cute underwear, even if no one is going to see it goes a long way to projecting confidence. I eventually settled on a pair of bikini DKNY black panties, with the DKNY printed around the waistband of them in white. Cute and sexy, a good combination. I did toy with going without any underwear on and for a while, I did seriously consider it. The dress though was not long enough to reliably get away with it. I had been to the restaurant before and as they didn't pack the people in you were visible from a lot of shallow angles from the people seated. A clumsy shift of position or something and it was very possible a few people would see up my dress. I did model for Mum and grilled her if she could see a visible panty line. She insisted that she couldn't and after several "are you sure" and different positions I believed her. Further cemented when she said, and I quote, "That dress is way too short and floaty to not be wearing any if that is what you are hinting at." I showered, removed all body hair, again, a confidence thing and got dressed. I put on a small cardigan as well as it was fairly chilly outside. I refused the offer of a lift by Dad and went and got the bus. I liked catching the bus on a Friday in the early evening. It was the best people-watching time. People on their way out for the night like me, mixed in with people who were on their way back from work. The different dynamics were intriguing. The bubbly ripple of "pre-night out alcohol loaded" partygoers and the subdued "thank fuck the working week is done," people. I took a seat and watched the people. I got to the restaurant first and put my bank card on the table so there would be no bill presented it would just be debited off my card. I say my card, it was in my name, but it was Mum and Dad's money. I knew what Andy was like, he would try and pay and I didn't want him to. This was my treat to him as a thank you. I checked the time and I was a bit early so I ordered myself a Vodka and diet coke, took a seat and waited. I checked my phone nervously as the minutes ticked by and wondered if I had been stood up. That would be really annoying if I had been. I don't see why he would though? Maybe his attraction to me was just a big joke and everyone was laughing at me. It had taken him so much time, but the trap had been sprung and here I was, sitting on my own like a saddo. Maybe the bar staff were in on it, maybe they were running a book in the kitchen for how long I would wait. Being a teenager is shit, you have so many stupid hang-ups it is insane. The door opened and Andy came in. He saw me and smiled. It was 19:31. He was a whole minute late. He came over and I stood up. We had a hug and sat down. "Wow, you look amazing," he said. "Thanks," I said casually as though my outfit, make-up and perfume hadn't been hours and hours of debate and tough decisions. "You too," I said back. He really did. I only ever saw him in cycling gear or casual clothes. He scrubbed up well. He had short-cropped black hair and was wearing a pair of black trousers with a white skull-printed shirt. I think it is a golf brand, from what I understand anyway. Either way, he looked fairly good in it. We were taken to our table and seated. "Order what you want," I said, "My treat." He smiled and we browsed the menu. A pointless task for me as I had pre-picked what I was having days ago. A bruschetta to start and then the seared tuna. If I made it to dessert the chocolate orange torte looked favourite. He picked his and we started to chat. I will be honest that I was expecting it to be a bit awkward. We only knew each other through cycling and as much as I can geek it up with the best of them with the cycling talk I would struggle for the duration of a sit-down restaurant meal. I had nothing to worry about though, the conversation started off on the cycling via how I was with my injuries, but it quickly progressed to general chit-chat. There was never a lull in the conversation and he was actually really funny. Genuinely made me laugh with his bluntness. Not in an offensive way, or even a bit crass, he was just deadpan honest and delivered the lines well. He was genuinely interested in me. My life, my studies, future plans for my career and all that sort of stuff. He was in finance which he described as "as dull as it sounds," but he did elaborate when I pressed him and he was indeed correct in his description. The courses of food came and went and were all fantastic. He had soup, which I was fairly impressed with, my food choices were mainly the ones I was least likely to drop down myself. He managed to eat it like an adult though and didn't spill any. His main course was a creamy chicken pasta dish which was really nice as well as he let me try some. Off his fork and everything. I know I know. We should have ordered spaghetti and gone all Lady and the Tramp. We did make it to dessert and the chocolate orange torte was fantastic. He ordered the same thing. We were invited to go to the bar as we had clearly outstayed our welcome at the table and they needed the table. I had been drinking pretty much all night, but I wasn't drunk. The conversation flowed better than the alcohol and it was nice. The evening was nice. More than nice. His eyes are also very dreamy. They are normally hidden behind sunglasses, but he really does have the nicest eyes. There was no pressure at all on me. Every time I went for dinner with a guy around my age there was the underlying unasked question constantly hanging in the air, and that question was. "Soooo. When do you put out?" Is "putting out" a common phrase? To be a bit more blunt, when a girl (or a guy for that matter) "puts out" you are getting sexy time. It was strange, for the first time in my life I was out for dinner with a guy and it was me toying with that unasked question. My brain wasn't helping, egging me on and goading me into taking a risk. Comments like, "Oh come on, you like him, he likes you. Are you going to fuck him or what?" For the first time in my life, I was potentially risking rejection. I know how full of myself that sounds, but I had always been the askee and never the asker. I have never asked anyone out before and yes I realise that isn't helping my case for me being full of myself. "Do you want to go for a drink?" he asked. "I would love to," I said. "My treat," he said with a smile. I protested, but not that strongly. I would have happily gone halves on the drinks, but the meal had been over £100 with the drinks and as understanding as my parents were even I would feel like I was taking the piss slightly if I racked up a further three-figure bar bill. We went to a local bar that he knew and I continued on the vodka. Out of habit, I watched the barman when he poured my drink ensuring that it was a single he had ordered and not a "get her drunk" double, or triple. I caught one guy trying to "loosen me up" with a quadruple. That night ended fairly soon after that and not at all in the way that he hoped. The bar was a little louder and so it was harder to talk, which I would normally have welcomed. I like a good chat, but several hours with someone you don't really know that well and a louder bar would normally be welcome. It was just annoying though as I really did like him. I liked his company. "Where next?" I asked as I finished my drink. He checked the time and it was approaching closing time. "Err," he said looking at me nervously. That was the first time he had shown any sort of nerves and it was nice to see. Unerring confidence is a little psychotic. In my mind anyway, to have that much confidence in "first date" situations meant you either had no empathy or you are a murderer so have nothing to worry about as even if you make a fool of yourself she will be dead soon, so who cares. "My flat isn't far," he said. I smiled at him. That had been the first time all night that he had even hinted at a mere suggestion that we should maybe get horizontal. His confidence cracked entirely and he started backtracking. "I would love to see your flat," I said. Genuinely I would. I was nosey and I did like looking at other people's houses. Although I was under no illusion what the reason for going back to his was. "Back in a sec," I said. I got up and went to the restroom. I sent Mum a message to let her know I would be staying out for the night. She replied seconds later with just a winky face. I am not sure I would be quite so liberal with my children. She knew who I was out with and why I would be staying out the night. Maybe it was because she trusted me and knew I had been brought up well, either way, we had an awesome relationship. I was fairly selfish in that she would have to break the news to Dad. I am sure Dad trusted me just as much, but in his eyes I was still his baby girl and far too young to be doing "that". I reapplied perfume and touched up my makeup. Gave me a quick once over in the mirror and then went back to him again. "Sorted," I said. We walked back to his as it was only ten minutes away and there were no taxis outside the bar. He opened the door and told his dog to leave me alone and to go to his crate, which amazingly he did and he stayed there. A well-trained dog. He poured us a drink each and we sat on the sofa. He put the TV on just for background noise and we picked up where we left off. I started fairly rigid on the sofa but was soon leaning back and even into him. He didn't have his arm around me, but there was definite body contact. "Come on, kiss me or something," I said to myself. "Kiss him. Go on..." my internal voice said. I looked at him and he looked back at me. I smiled shyly and looked at the floor for a second. When I looked back at him he was still looking directly at me. "Just lean in halfway," I said to myself. I hesitated. Rejection is terrifying, even in this pretty much nailed-on situation there was still the chance he would reject me. "Oh just fucking kiss him you stupid bitch," my brain said. I leaned in halfway and he leaned in the other half. Our lips meeting we had our first kiss. We pulled back and I grinned at him. "Why did that take so long?" I asked him with a wry smile. He didn't reply, our lips connected again and this time I opened my mouth for him. His tongue explored my mouth and I returned the favour. Our drinks were empty and the glasses were on the table. He rested his hand on my leg and I turned my body so I was facing him. I let him hold my leg in place as I turned slightly which meant my legs were no longer closed. It hadn't been my intention, but it was a great consequence and I felt his hand slide up the outside of my leg and up my dress. I moaned softly as his hand ran across the top of my thigh and he stroked his fingers across the waistband of my panties. It didn't actually feel all that nice, definitely not warranting an audible moan, but I wanted to encourage him to take the initiative a little bit. Incidentally, I was glad I was wearing some panties, it would have been a little bit too keen to be without. We kissed while our hands explored each other's bodies. No clothes came off and the most intimate he got was the outside of my thigh and an external exploration of my panties. My legs weren't "come and get it" open, but there was no physical barrier if he had wanted to get more intimate quicker. "Are you sure?" he asked. I looked at him and was pleased I managed to hide my disappointment. We were all over each other, his hands were all over my legs and panties. As being sure goes, this is pretty much as sure as I get. I liked sex and it did it for me being the submissive. Not pinned down, tied up and abused, but I liked the guy taking the initiative, and he wasn't going to. I was horny though and I wanted sex, and I wanted sex now. I didn't reply, I manoeuvred myself so I was knelt astride him with him on his back on the sofa. He was looking up at me, his eyes all over my body. He was still waiting for a reply. Instead of replying I knelt up higher. His eyes dropped between my legs as he would be able to see up my dress, but that was kind of the idea. I lifted my dress up and over my head dropping it on the sofa out of the way. His eyes scanned my entire body and then stared at my bare breasts. "Yeah, I am sure," I replied as I leaned down and kissed him again. I was only wearing panties and stilettos. "Wow," he said as his eyes drank me in. He reached up and gently squeezed my breasts then focused in on my nipples. I could feel him swelling in his trousers as I sat astride him, his erection pressing against me through his clothes and my panties. "Wow indeed," I grinned at him as I felt the power between his legs. He wasn't going to take the lead, I was sat astride him wearing next to nothing and he was still being fairly conservative. I unbuttoned his shirt and let him remove it while I worked on his trousers. Belts always cause me issues. I have no idea why, but I hate them. I eventually unfastened it followed by the button and the zip. I pushed them down and smiled at the boxer tent that greeted me. I left his boxers on and kissed him again. Grinding myself against his hardness as we kissed and cuddled. The sofa would not be comfortable for having sex on. I hadn't had sex on it yet, but I knew that they are just not comfortable. I lifted myself up and positioned so my nipple was practically in his mouth. He took the hint and my entire body tingled. "Ooo yeah," I said as he sucked my nipples in turn. I started to wonder if I was his first as he was really passive and unsure of anything. I felt that it wasn't polite to ask. "Hey, you are being a big shit mate, am I your first?" Okay, the words could be better selected for his ego, but no matter how you dress it if you are asked if she is your first there is only one way to read that. "Wanna go to bed?" I asked him. It was partially a request as the sofa was not ideal and it was also my way of asking him if he wanted to fuck or if he wasn't into it. Literally. "Yeah," he said smiling up at me. I stood up and pulled him to his feet. He lead the way to the bedroom but only because I didn't know the way. He laid me on the bed and climbed on top of me. Kissing me and his hand slid down the front of my panties. "Oh yes," I whispered as I felt his fingers between my legs. I was surprised at how wet I was and I am not sure if it was luck or if he had more experience than I was assuming, but he inserted one and then a second finger. He gently started to finger me and I let him take off my panties. I kicked the shoes off as well after a fair bit of struggle and opened my legs for him. He leaned in and kissed me while he played with me. Two fingers inside me and his thumb teasing my clit. I reached my hand down the front of his boxers and took hold of him. He felt big in my hand, but I was a little surprised. I expected bigger. I have no idea why, but do you know when you have an assumption in your head about what someone will look like I for some reason had him as being bigger. He wasn't small, I guess he was towards the smaller end of the average, but yeah. I started to play with him in his boxers and quickly picked up the pace. We were staring at each other while we played with each other. He was good, but to be fair stick anything in me when I am wet enough and I am going cross-eyed eventually. Find my clit at the same time and I am not lasting long at all. He stopped fingering me and I gave him my "What the fuck," eyes as I hid no emotion. "Sorry," he said as he stared at me. Was he seriously not into this? Fuck off. At least tell me before we got to this stage. I looked at him puzzled and then felt the pulse in my hand. A wetness coated my hand and I grinned up at him. "Have you just cum?" I asked giggling. "I am so sorry," he said as he went to pull away. I didn't let him. "It is fine," I lied, although I did the decent thing and finished him off into his boxers. Was I disappointed? Hell yeah. Was I annoyed? No. Was I mainly relieved he wasn't not into me and he was clearly very much into me blowing his load after 30 seconds with a shit hand job? Hell yeah I was. "Fuck sake," he said pulling away and standing up. "It is fine," I said smiling at him. "Honestly, it is fine," I said again. These things happen, apparently. I closed my legs and sorted out my decency as best I could laying on a bed with no clothes on and a hand coated in semen. He handed me a tissue and I took it. I got up and went to the bathroom. When I went back into his room he was wearing clean boxers and nothing else. Very much underdressed I put my panties back on and gave him a kiss. I could tell that he was beating himself up inside. "Honestly, don't let it bother you," I said. "You could at least have gone down on me to say sorry," but I didn't say that one out loud. He hugged me and I took the opportunity to fall with him onto the bed. I at least wanted a good cuddle. We landed still in each other's arms, wriggled under the duvet and cuddled. The conversation was a little awkward to start with and I didn't know how to make it not be. I wanted to laugh about it, but I wasn't sure if that was the right approach or not. It was fairly funny, but guys can be sensitive if you laugh at something they are embarrassed about. I nuzzled into his neck and shoulder and let him stroke my back. I felt tiny next to him and that is what I love about cuddles. The feeling of protection and safety. I was kissing his neck every so often and gradually it got less awkward. "Am I your first?" I asked. I wanted to know if I was. He pulled back and looked at me for a second. "No," he said sounding puzzled then he put it all together. "Nooooooooo, I just knew I was going to cum really quickly," he said. "And you did," I said with a giggle. "Yeah, sorry," he said again looking very guilty. "No worries," I said, "At least it wasn't on my face or in my mouth," I said grinning at him. "Do you?" he asked leadingly. I just smiled back at him. "I might show you later," I said. I was absent-mindedly playing with him through his boxers and was surprised when I felt a reaction. I looked at him wondering if he was too sensitive or if he was up for round two already. I am being generous with calling it "round two," I was still very much owed round one, but I figured now wasn't the best time to be sarcastic. He smiled back at me and rolled onto his side as he kissed me. He stopped me shifting onto my side as well in a way that was dominant, but not forceful. Kneeling up he positioned between my legs and for the second time I was relieved of my panties. He had a good look before lowering his head down and licking me. "Oh fuck yes," I gasped as I felt his tongue caress my clit. He tried to push his tongue into me and although he did succeed and even taking into account how tiny I am there is no way that is getting me off. I let him try it for a while but gave him nothing in reaction hoping he would get the hint and go back to my clit. He didn't "A bit higher," I suggested as diplomatically as I could. He stopped and went back to doing what felt awesome. He gently pushed a finger inside me and got into a rhythm as he licked and fingered me. "That feels so good," I whispered. He looked up at me and I stared back at him as best I could. I lost focus a few times, my eyes refusing to cooperate with each other as they rolled around my head. "My turn," I said moaning softly as I rapidly rushed towards climax. "Eh?" he asked and stopped licking me. I grabbed his head and pushed him back between my legs again. "I am going to cum," I gasped. The muscles in my tummy were pulsing as I lost control. My legs were tense and my breathing was random gasps as and when my body urgently needed oxygen. I could feel the tingle radiating from my pussy and heard myself squeal. He kept going and I was straight into a second orgasm. On my back with my legs wide open just letting him take me. I could feel the bed shaking as he changed position and I looked down to see that he was also naked. I stared at his cock that was rigid between his legs and he looked bigger than he had felt. It took me a few seconds to work out that he was shaved. It looked good and it really does make things look bigger down there. He kissed up my body and our lips met. I tasted myself on his tongue as we kissed and I felt his cock rest between my legs. "Condom?" he asked. "If you don't mind," I replied. Which was way more polite than my actual internal voice was. What I actually meant was, "Yeah you need a fucking condom. With all due respect, I don't know where you have been and you have no idea where I have been either." He put one on and resumed where he left off only this time he didn't rest between my legs he penetrated me. "Mmmmmmmm yeah," I moaned as I felt him overcome my natural resistance and slide into me. I felt his balls push against me and it really is true. Size doesn't matter. Fuck it felt good. We kissed while he held himself in me before he started to thrust into me. "Wow," he mumbled as he fucked me. I am not sure whether wow is an acceptable remark in this situation. "Will you cum again?" he asked me. I looked up at him and could see he was way closer than me. I shook my head. "No," I said, "Cum in me." If he was going to last more than 2 minutes then yeah I would cum again and again and again, but there was no way he was going to. The condom didn't help, the feeling of him exploding inside me would likely make me cum, but not with a condom on. He picked up the pace and started to grunt with each thrust. I waited and at that exact moment in time, my mind wandered to how much better sex had been with Hanna. Now don't get me wrong, he wasn't bad, and it was nice and all that. I have no real complaints and Hanna was in desperate need of owning a cock, but of the two, I would swap him for Hanna at that moment in time. "Oooh yeah," I said as I felt him fire inside me. My eyes lit up and I stared up at him. How much cum did this guy have? Fucking hell it felt like he was cumming forever and I wondered how much capacity a condom actually had. He slowed down and stopped. Resting on me for a few seconds as I felt him going soft inside me. I was going to tell him to be careful when he pulled out as I was tight enough to peel the condom off on the way out and "oh dear, cum everywhere." He had clearly experienced the same though and removed with grace and no spills. I grinned at him and closed my legs protectively. Why do guys look at it when they have finished? Come on, surely no one wants to see actually inside it... or maybe they do. At least there was no real wet patch to deal with and I twisted my legs around him so I could close them properly and curled up onto my side. "That was nice," I said. I instantly regretted the "nice" comment as I felt his ego would want a much higher compliment, but he seemed okay with nice. He went to the bathroom and when he came back he got in bed with me. "Are you staying?" he asked. I looked at him with my "are you fucking joking expression." I really need to work on hiding my internal thoughts. If he kicked me out after fucking me then to say that I would not be amused would be a massive understatement. I would be livid and would potentially get violent. Okay maybe not to that extent, but he would be off my Christmas card list. He saw my face and instantly got defensive. "You can. I was just checking. I want you to," he stammered. "Yes I am staying," I replied with more than a hint of underlying venom. I am not sure if he didn't hear the underlying tone or if he just ignored it. I was more than a bit frosty for a few minutes, but I eventually got over myself, gave him a kiss, cuddled into him and went to sleep. When I woke up though I didn't wake him with a blow job, which I probably would have done had he not fucked me right off and not in a good way. I refused breakfast as I had seemingly drunk more than I thought and felt a little delicate. I gave him a kiss and a cuddle before leaving. Walk of shame home in my dinner dress and stilettos. I caught the bus and got home around half 10. I let myself in and Mum was in the kitchen. "Hi love," she said, "Good night?" "Yeah was okay," I said in a disinterested tone. My usual response was just a wry grin after I had had sex. She knew and I knew that she knew, but neither of us wanted to be discussing it in any sort of detail. I went upstairs and closed my door before removing my dress in preparation for going for a shower. I heard footsteps on the stairs and waited to see where they were going before removing my panties. Moments later there was a tap on my door. "Who is it?" I asked. I was fairly sure that it would be Mum, but it is more than a little embarrassing to assume such a thing and invite your Dad or brother in when you are half-naked. Ever since she had to help me shower and stuff I was a lot more lax on nudity. I drew the line at total nudity, but underwear or even topless and I didn't bother if it was only Mum. "Me," Mum said. "Yeah, come in," I said as I held the dress over my chest to hide my modesty. Mum came in and looked at me. "Everything okay?" she asked looking at me concerned. "Yeah, it was fine," I said. I have no idea why I was in such a shit mood. The sex was good, maybe good is generous, it was adequate, second try at least, and I had no complaints. Yeah, I lie, I had complaints, but if you average the entire evening it was awesome. "Okay," she said looking me up and down, "If you want to talk I am always free," she said. "Thanks," I said smiling at her. "It just wasn't.. yeah," I said. "What you expected?" she offered to which I nodded. "In a bad way?" she asked. "No, well, yeah, maybe," I said as I tied myself in a knot. "He was a bit... I dunno, just, it wasn't.. great," I said. "It isn't always," she said with a shrug. Not dismissively, just matter-of-factly. "Is it normal for him to be... er... early?" I asked. She smiled at me as she knew what I meant. "|Yeah, sometimes," she said nodding. "Fucking annoying isn't it," she added with a grin. "Yeah, just. I dunno," I said, "Disappointed I guess." "Don't beat yourself up, not all sex is good," she said, "Did you use a..." she began. I cut her off. "Yes," I said smiling at her. "He didn't hurt you did he?" she asked. "Oh, no, nothing like that," I said, "It was just..." "Shit?" she finished for me with a smile. "Not great," I corrected. "Anyway. Gonna grab a shower. Thanks, Mum." "No prob," she said giving me a hug, "Do you want some brunch?" "Please," I said. I dropped my panties as soon as the door was closed and went for a shower. I took a little longer than was strictly necessary as I had a fair bit of sexual tension that needed releasing. I had a missed call from Hanna when I got back to my room so I sent her a text to say I was just getting lunch and then I would ring her back. I threw on a t-shirt and toyed with going downstairs with no underwear on. Exhibitionism is addictive, but even with a reasonably long t-shirt on it would have been closer to full-on flashing as opposed to a controlled risk of indecent exposure. I put some panties on and went downstairs. Mum eyed me as I walked in and made myself a bacon sandwich from the plate of cooked bacon that was on the side. "Your Dad is in the study," she said as she subtly suggested I should put some more clothes on. "Uh-huh," I nodded as I tugged at the t-shirt to make sure it was as low as it could be. I pulled out a breakfast bar stool and sat on it. "Why is bacon so awesome?" I asked rhetorically. "Any plans for today?" Mum asked after a few moments. "Not really," I said, "You?" "Shopping. If your Dad ever finishes work," she said. I smiled at her. "Clothes shopping?" I asked to which she nodded. "Yeah he will be working all day," I said laughing. He hated clothes shopping. "Yeah," she said standing up and poking her head out of the kitchen. "Carl, come on, we need to get going." He did reply, but I couldn't hear the response. "I will go with you," I offered. "I can't afford to take you clothes shopping," she said, "You are way too expensive." The house phone rang and Mum went and answered it. I could hear her talking in the hallway so it wasn't one of those annoying calls at least. I finished my sandwich and poured myself a cup of strong coffee. Adding way too much sugar and plenty of milk I sat back on the stool again just as Mum came in. "Hanna," she said handing me the phone. "Oh, ta," I said taking the phone off her. "Hey, sup?" I asked. "Are you in?" she asked. "Err, you rang me on the house phone... so... no, I am out," I replied sarcastically. I could tell she rolled her eyes at me even though I couldn't see her. "Are you going anywhere?" she asked. "Wasn't planning on it," I said. "Sweet, on my way, see you in five, Dad said he would drop me off," she said. "Awesome, bring vodka," I said. "Obviously," she said, "See you soon." She hung up and I placed the phone on the breakfast bar. I finished my coffee and got up to pour myself another one. "White," Mum said. "Eh?" I said looking at her. "I can see your panties," she said knowing that it was an argument that was pointless either of us having. "At least I have some on," I replied. "Not the point," she said, "I shouldn't be able to see them," she argued. "Stop looking then," I replied. I was very pleased I had talked myself out of not wearing any. "Just put clothes on when you aren't in your room," she said sounding exacerbated. I poured myself a second cup of coffee and took it back upstairs. I added some jeans and socks to my clothing tally. Hanna arrived and came upstairs. She didn't knock before she came in. I knew she was coming round, if I was stupid enough to be naked or misbehaving then that was my issue. "Did you fuck him?" she asked. The first words that came out of her mouth. "Hi, yeah, I am fine, you okay?" I replied. "Yeah yeah yeah, did you fuck him?" she asked with a broad grin. "Maybe," I replied coyly. "Ooooo awesome, was it good?" she asked. I still need to work on my facial expressions being too easy to read. "Oh, no way. Was he shit?" she asked. "Not great," I said honestly. "Like he was okay, but the conversation and meal were way better." "That is a plus," she said, "He can learn to be better at sex, you can't teach personality," she added. I laughed. She did have an awesome outlook on life and she did make a good point. "That is true," I replied. "So what happened?" she asked. "Well, he spunked in his boxers after a shit 10-second handjob," I said. "Oh no fucking way," she said, "Really?" "Yeah," I said nodding my head. "All over my hand." "You shouldn't be so fucking cute," she said, "If I was a guy and you were whacking me off I would probably spunk in my pants as well," she said. I laughed again at her. She was awesome. "And then once he had recovered he just hammered away at me for a couple of minutes and came again," I said. "Condom?" she asked to which I nodded. "Yeah, shit sex is a whole lot better when there is no condom. At least the spunk makes you cum. Did you cum?" she asked. "Yeah," I said, "He went down on me." "Well then, not all bad," she said. "Twice," I added with a wry smile. "Stop your moaning then," she giggled, "You came as much as him," she added sticking her tongue out at me. "Yeah... I... Just," I began. "The meal was so awesome, he was lovely and cute and funny and genuinely amazing, and then... that," I said. "He was probably just nervous," she said, "He has fancied the arse off you for as long as you have known him and been legal. I bet you would be shit if Captain America rocked up and took you out." "I bet I would still be able to lay on my back and open my legs," I said. "You know what I mean," she said. "Give him another chance," she added. "Yeah, I guess," I conceded. "Does he at least have a big dick?" she asked grinning at me. She wasn't expecting an answer and it wasn't even a genuine question. Again though, my face needs to fuck off. "Oh no way, is he hung like a gnat as well?" she asked. "No!" I said defensively, "Just... yeah... no." She burst out laughing. "As long as he is big enough to get in, who the fuck cares. Easier to suck as well," she said. "Blow jobs are way easier with a small dick," she giggled. "It felt nice, it was just..." I began. "Shit," she finished for me. "Shit would be harsh," I said. "Wanna drink?" she offered. About 30 minutes later Mum popped her head in and said that they were going shopping and they would see us later. They said they were getting takeaway for dinner and if we waited we could join them. One drink turned into two, then three then a fair amount. We were sober enough to participate in a Chinese take away though. They did offer for us to stay downstairs and watch a film with them, but as gross as it is they need time alone as well and I was fairly sure Saturday was sex night for them. Usually, both myself and my brother were out and they had the house to themselves and even if we weren't we were usually drunk enough to not care if they were a little "tappy" in the adjoining room. We went back upstairs and continued the drinking. We had both slowed down as we were edging towards the drunker side of fairly drunk and were separating the drinks with water while simultaneously reducing the shot size of the vodka. It was assumed that Hanna would be staying over as her Mum and Dad will have had a bottle of wine between them by now and there was no way they would let her get a bus back on her own at this time of night. "Gonna get ready for bed," I said. "Yeah, will just get a refill," Hanna said. While she was gone I got sorted for bed. She came back in and placed my drink on the bedside table. "Milkshake I assumed?" she said. I nodded. I was okay with alcohol for now. "What are you wearing?" she asked. "T-shirt," I said. Panties were just assumed. "Can I borrow one?" she asked to which I just nodded. She selected a t-shirt from my drawer, stripped to her panties and put the t-shirt on. She didn't bother turning away and I found myself looking at her bare breasts while she changed. I also noted and had a perv at her fairly see-through panties as well. She got in bed and we chatted. We heard it at the same time. A tap tap tap. We looked at each other and giggled. "Is that?" she said looking at me. I just nodded. "Ewwww, no way..." she said giggling. "Yeah, ew," I said giggling. I turned the TV up a bit, but once you had heard it there was no unhearing it. We watched a rerun of Friends, but we both listened to my parents having sex. He really went for it at one stage and we all know when that was. He also lasted a lot longer than Andy did. I know I know, let it go, Sophie. "Do you think he came in her?" Hanna asked mischievously. "Don't wanna know," I replied looking at her. She was gross. "Do you reckon she takes it up the bum?" she asked me. "You are just so wrong," I replied. "In her mouth?" she giggled, "Eww, she kisses you with that mouth." "Just... no," I said, "Eww." "Daddy cum lips," she giggled. "You really are sick," I said pushing her, but giggling at the same time. "Anyway, I have kissed you," I retorted. "Oooh yeah, a Mummy, Daddy, daughter, best mate foursome," she teased. She really did have the ability to take wrong to a whole new level. I just shook my head in disbelief that she was even thinking these things. "Would you?" she asked. "Would I what?" I asked. "Have a threesome with them," she asked. "Eww, no," I said staring at her. "Would you?" "Fuck yeah," she said, "Your Mum is hot and your Dad sounds like he goes like a train." I laughed, there wasn't really much else I could say to that. She knew how far she could take things and that was about as far as she could and it remain funny. "Need a wee," I said as I kicked the duvet off and went to the bathroom. When I got back we turned the TV down and switched off the light. We were laying nose to nose quietly whispering to each other, Nothing sexy, just to keep the noise down as sound at night carries really easily and we didn't want to keep anyone awake. Neither of us started to doze off and the conversation went into the early morning. I heard Graham get back, fall upstairs and crash into his room. She wriggled closer and I felt her body heat. She looked at me and then kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back then pulled back and looked at her. It felt like more than a just friend's kiss, but I wasn't sure. She was grinning at me and kissed me again. "Wanna cum?" she asked, barely any louder than a whisper. I felt her gently stroke her fingers across my panties and tease my clit through the thin material. I opened my legs for her and she didn't need a second invitation. Her hand slid between my legs, moving my panties out of the way and stroking across my pussy. I moved my hand across to her and pushed her panties down. I slid my fingers between her legs and feeling her wetness I slid two fingers into her. She pushed my panties down and we simultaneously wriggled out of them. We left our t-shirts on as we fingered each other. "That feels so good," she whispered. I nodded in reply as we gently fingered each other. We kissed as we mutually masturbated each other. I wasn't going to last long. She knew how to get herself off and clearly, the same approach worked on me as well. Our breathing was laboured as we both neared climax. "Don't be loud," I whispered. She nodded her head in reply. I pushed into her a little deeper and curled my fingers against the front of her pussy. Pushing fairly hard I rubbed against the wall of her vagina while my thumb teased her clit. I teased a third finger and I was a little surprised when she took it. "What?" she asked as she must have seen the surprise in my expression. "That is three," I grinned at her. "Yeah," she grinned. I felt her press at me a few times and after an initial pulse of discomfort, I suddenly felt a little fuller. "You too," she whispered. I went to grab her hand as three fingers were fairly stretchy, but I never stopped her. Three felt really really nice at this pace and angle. Neither of us were urgently fucking each other. We were just teasing and stroking each other. Orgasm was coming for both of us, but neither of us were in a rush to get there. We kissed again and closed the gap between our bodies. Trapping our hands between us we went as deep as we could. Still slow and gentle, but very deep. We were grinding our bodies together as we fingered each other, both of us getting closer to orgasm. "I am gonna cum," I whispered to her. She nodded. "Me too," she said, "Go a bit quicker. Let's try and cum together." My pussy was already pulsing on her finger as I picked up the pace in her. "Same depth, just faster," she said. "I am cumming," I whispered. She grabbed my hand and held it still as she started to have sex with my fingers instead of the other way around. My bed tapped a couple of times and with my free hand, I reached above my head to push against the headboard to stop it. "Oh fuck... yes," I whispered as I lost control of my body. "Yes yes yes," she whispered back to me. Both of us stared into each other's eyes as we orgasmed. I think I was slightly before her, but not by much and it felt awesome. Being fingered is so much nicer than fingering yourself. We slowly came down from our climax and I moved my hand off the headboard. She looked up at where my hand was. "Oops, were we loud?" she asked. "Nar," I said shaking my head, "Just a bit tappy," I added. We had another kiss and a cuddle. "Sleep naked?" Hanna whispered. I smiled at her and lifted my t-shirt up and off over my head so I was naked. She did the same and still laying nose to nose we fell asleep. I felt her wake up and manoeuvrer herself from our embrace. I opened my eyes and looked at her. "Soz," she whispered, "Wee," she said. She got up and put on a t-shirt. I watched her walk towards the door. I checked the time and it was half 8. "You need some panties on at least," I said. "Oh, do I?" she asked pulling the hem of the shirt lower. "Yeah," I said smiling at her, "Nice ass though." "Will people be awake?" she asked. "Mum and Dad probably will be," I said, "Turn round," I said to her. She did and looked at me. I grinned at her. "Yeah, you need panties on. No secrets," I giggled. I opened my bedside drawer and grabbed some of my shorts. I threw them to her and she caught them. I pulled the duvet up over my head and went back to sleep. She came back, stripped naked and wriggled up against me again. We cuddled and dozed until lunchtime. I was only partially asleep and I could hear people moving around in the house. I heard my door open. "Oh, sorry girls," Mum said when she came in, "Aren't you supposed to be at work, Sophie?" "Fuck," I said as I looked at the clock, "Fuck fuck fuck, yeah." We were also both very naked and not under the duvet. At least not fully anyway. Hanna was uncovered from the belly button-up and was on her back. I was fully uncovered but was on my side at least. I shuffled the duvet around so we were both decent. "I will run you in," she said, "Be quick." She closed the door and I got up and dressed quickly. Panties, bra, black skirt and a white blouse. "Sup?" Hanna asked. "Work in like seven minutes," I said as I finished buttoning up my blouse. "Hahaha, oops," she said. I pushed my feet into my shoes and checked myself in the mirror. I would have to do. It was only a bar job and I could do make-up on the way. "See ya later," I said pulling the duvet back to reveal her face. "Yeah, have fun," she said as she blew me a kiss. I was only four minutes late which is fairly impressive. I went in and saw my boss looking pissed off. "Sorry," I said expecting at the very least a bollocking for being late. Again. He just looked at me and then checked the time. "I will see you later. Emma is ill and Phil hasn't turned up. Go and help Alice," he said. "Oh, okay," I said pleased that the attention was at least partially deflected away from my lateness. I was on my last warning for being late and generally not giving a shit. His words, not mine. I went straight behind the bar and joined Alice. I said hi to her and looked up and down the bar. It was fairly busy already. It was going to be a busy day. At least it would go quickly. "Who is next?" I asked. A guy put his hand up slightly and as no one objected I took his order. The shift went ridiculously quickly. I didn't take a break, but that wasn't an issue. I quite enjoyed work. All the buzz of a night out, but you get paid to be there and as long as you don't take the piss you can have a drink or two through your shift. Phil didn't turn up so it was just the two of us for the day. It was a fairly nice bar though so even with the longer wait times for a drink there was no trouble. Midnight came and went and as people were ushered out by the security staff we started to wipe down and help collect glasses. I checked my phone and there was just a message from Mum telling me to let her know when I wanted picking up and not to get a bus home on my own. I sat down with Alice and the other staff who had been working and treated myself to a free vodka and coke. The boss came out of his office and called me over. He was a dick, he was known for being a dick. He could have helped us when we had been busy, not just stayed in the office and did "paperwork". I am sure paperwork is very important, but in my mind, he just played games on his phone and generally dicked around. I went into his office and closed the door. "Your timekeeping is shit," he said as his opening line. "But my people skills and cheery disposition are right on point," I replied with a cautious smile. This could go either way, it depended if he was in a good mood or not. "I am going to have to let you go," he said. "Oh come on, are you joking?" I said, "I was like four minutes late." "And the last time? And the time before that? And that?" he said, "You are never on time," he added. He did make a good point. I had also told a customer to go and fuck themselves a couple of days ago as well as they were being a twat, but I figured reminding him of that wouldn't help my case. I wished that he had sacked me at the start of the shift, at least I would have had the day free. I liked the job, but it was ultimately a minimum wage bar job and they were ten a penny. I did like it here though. "One more chance?" I said, but I knew it was pointless. Even if he gave me another chance I would be late again and we would be back here again soon enough. "Sorry Sophie," he said. "Yeah, whatever," I said. I held myself short of telling him to go and fuck himself, but it did cross my mind. "If you really value your job you could..." he began and looked at me. I was confused for half a second before it dawned on me what he was suggesting I did. I laughed out loud and in his face. "Yeah mate, how about no? I'm not sucking a dick for a minimum-wage bar job," I said still laughing at him. "Go and fuck yourself," I added with venom. It felt like a fitting suggestion at that stage as there was no way I was providing that service. He looked stunned. Genuinely shocked that I hadn't leapt up and proceeded to suck his cock while thanking him for the opportunity. I wouldn't class myself as having too many conditions for having a dick in my mouth. When I am in a relationship I will do it purely for something to do if you get me in a good mood, but I do draw the line at doing it for a job. I took my wages for the shift and left the office. "Been sacked," I shouted over to the group of staff, "See ya's," I added with a cheery wave and smile. "No fucking way?" Alice said, "Seriously?" "Yeah, bullshit," I said. I sent Mum a text as I left the bar and waited outside. She was there really quickly and I got in. May as well tell her. "Got sacked," I said. "Lateness," I added. "Oh Sophie," she said sounding genuinely disappointed in me. "It is fine," I said dismissively, "There are loads of bar jobs," I added, but I did hate disappointing her. She just looked at me with an expression that said she had so much to say but knew it would just cause an argument so she was biting her tongue. "I could have kept my job, but I wouldn't do what he suggested," I said. It took her a lot longer than it had taken me to cotton onto what he had requested and when she did she just stared at me. "Err, road," I said. "Sorry," she said looking back to where she was going. "That is sick, he is like 50," she said looking back at me again. "Yeah," I said, "Better off out," I added. It was a little manipulative to swing her around to my side and make him the bad guy. His reasons for sacking me were fair enough and I am sure I would have been sacked many times over had I not been attractive, young and good with the customers. Probably in that order of importance as well. We drove for a few minutes in silence. Well, just listening to the radio. "Oh, sorry for not knocking earlier," she said. "No prob," I said as I messed with my phone. I had forgotten about that. "I didn't realise that you would be naked," she said. She was fishing for information and I looked at her wondering how she would react. I would still claim that I wasn't into girls, but I had now had sex with a girl twice. Twice isn't a drunken curious mistake, twice is a "that was ace, let's do it again," sort of deal. "Yeah, sorry," I said. I wasn't really sure what to say. "No need to be sorry, I will knock in future," she said. I did wonder why knocking first anyway wasn't the go-to approach, but I let it go. "Thanks," I said. She didn't say anything for a while, but I could feel she was waiting to say something. "It is... er, it is fine if you are..." she began, "You know. Into girls," she eventually managed to say. "I'm not," I said looking at her. "Well, I guess I kind of am a bit, but nothing serious." I realise how much of a slut that makes me sound. It was true though. I could tell that my response had taken her by surprise a bit. Not me being a slut, I assume she didn't see it like that or just accepted that I was a teenager and sex was the most recent and greatest thing I have discovered. She was surprised because there was still the option that we had just slept naked as we were hot, she wasn't expecting me to practically admit that we had been having sex. "She is nice," she said, "I have always liked Hanna." I smiled at her. "I am not into girls," I said, "It is just... nice." I was going to say that it was just like masturbating. It was closer to being relaxing as opposed to sex if that makes sense, but I didn't want to admit to Mum that I masturbated. Silly I know. She knows that I do and I know that she knows that I do, but neither of us want the details. I am 99% sure she does it, but I really don't wanna know for sure. We got home and I got out. We went inside and Dad was still up. "Hi love," he said, "Good shift?" "Got sacked," I said matter-of-factly. He looked at me and just before he was about to comment he saw Mum who just shook her head. He looked back at me and shrugged. "Is that a good shift?" he asked. "Tips were decent," I said. "What are you drinking?" I asked as I saw a glass on the table. "Apple juice," he said, "Someone had to stay sober to pick up a certain daughter and it is a little sad drinking on your own," he said. "Oh, okay," I said. If it was alcohol I would have joined him, but I wasn't bothered with apple juice. "Gonna go to bed then, night," I said. "Night love," he said. "Night," Mum said. I went upstairs and took off my makeup. I went to the bathroom then went back into my room and stripped naked. I sent Hanna a text. "You awake?" I asked. "Yeah," she sent back instantly. I got under the duvet and cuddled it around my neck before I Face Timed her and we chatted into the early hours. She was also in bed and naked. Although we asked each other fairly early on in the conversation what we were wearing, it was never suggested we get naked on camera. I was gutted I had been sacked. It was dawning on me. I loved that job. Yeah, the boss was a dick, but the staff were ace and we always had a laugh. I guess that is consequence though. I walked into another job that was just around the corner. It was a much larger company and it was less of a drinking bar and more of a gastro one, but it was okay and the people were nice. It wasn't as good as my last job, but I made a point of being on time for it. The boss also wasn't a dick, he was actually nice. I plucked up the courage to go cycling again and it was a little awkward with Andy as neither of us had texted each other since we had had sex. I guess that says everything you need to know. He was firmly placed in the friend zone and he seemed okay with that. He was just lovely. He was the personification of that overly-used statement "as long as you are happy I am happy." He genuinely was happy if was happy. The texts started slowly, but after a few weeks, we were texting as friends. I genuinely liked hearing from him and it did make my day when he messaged. I could sit in a bar with him all night and just chat with him. He was like a best mate. I am fairly sure he hated being friend-zoned, but I just didn't see him in a sexual way. I did miss him when he didn't text for a few days though. "Oh my God, just go out with him again," Hanna said. "Who?" I asked looking at her confused. "Andy," she said, "You have mentioned him a million times. You luuuuurve him. Go and fuck him. Do it a lot and he will get better," she said. "I don't," I said defensively. "Yeah, of cause you don't," she said sarcastically. I had mentioned him a lot. "Invite him out at the weekend," she said. "What, to the bar?" I asked. "Yeah, why not?" She said, "I wanna meet him. I will wear my judge's hat and judge him. I will judge him good. See if he is good enough for you." "I dunno," I said. "There will be loads of us," she said, "Give him the friends test. Then you can decide if it is worth teaching him how to fuck you properly." "He wasn't that bad," I said defensively. "He came in your hand and then spunked in you in less than two minutes," she said grinning. "If he can't make you cum by fucking you then he is shit. You orgasm if you just look at a cock for long enough." "Fuck off," I mumbled. She was right. Well no, she wasn't. He wasn't that bad. She had won this one though and I had to concede. "I will ask him." "Halle-fucking-lujah," she said. "Your round," she said handing me her empty glass.

Svetka by longtoad85667 Svetka Delivers Pizza Topless Girl delivers pizza topless and have sex with stranger. This is story about young exhibitionist Svetka. This happened to her soon after she arrived to the bit city and was admitted to college. Svetka was eastern European girl, slim, blond, with short hair. Svetka met a first year student Yanek. He lived in a student dorm and worked part time delivering pizza. Once Svetka came to his room on Saturday morning. She expected to spent a day with him, possibly outside in the park. But Yanek was busy. He explained that he must study for his exams. And it was also his day day to deliver the pizza. He said he does not want to loose his job. Yanek asked Svetka to substitute him for pizza delivery. "But I never delivered pizza before," said Svetka. "This is very simple," said Yanek. "You deliver pizza, they open the door, take pizza and give you tips, usually 2 or 3 Euro, sometime more. By the end of day you may earn 100 Euro or more." That has got Svetka`s attention. She was poor and she always looked for opportunity to earn some money. "Suppose I want it," she said. 'But I don`t have a car." "No problem," said Yanek. "You can borrow my car." And he gave her the key. Svetka took the key and walked down to the garage where she quickly found Yanek`s car, old FW Jetta with a large sign "Pizza" mounted on a roof. Svetka was excited about the opportunity to drive around town and earn some money. She got into te car, put key in ignition, started the engine, and then stepped her foot on accelerator and pulled out from the garage. She went a bit too fast, made a too wide turn and nearly avoided scratching another car on a parking. Truth is, Svetka did not have driver's license. She barely knew how to drive. She only drove car a few times before, with boys in her village. However, Svetka was anxious to learn to drive. She pulled slowly on a street into a traffic. She successfully passed one street intersection, then another, then took a right turn, then left turn. Her confidence increased and she went faster. Luckily Yanek`s car had automatic transmission, with only two pedals, accelerator and brake. Svetka got a hold on driving it pretty quickly. Svetka stayed under 40 km/h limit. She turned on prospect, drove through two intersections and pulled into Pizza restaurant parking lot. Svetka turned off engine and went inside. She introduced herself and said she was substituting for Yanek. Manager gave her a pizza company uniform, a red T-Shirt and a matching hat. Then he gave her first order, two boxes of pizza and an address to deliver it. Svetka took pizza boxes, sat in a car, and cautiously pulled back into the street traffic. She turned right on a busy street and continued driving. She went on a parkway street, then took a left turn and then right, and arrived at an address. She got out of the car, came to the apartment door and rung the bell. A man opened the door, took two boxes of pizza, gave her 2 € (Euro) and locked the door. Svetka came back to a Pizza restaurant, and took tree more pizza boxes to deliver. This time she had to deliver further from the restaurant. It took Svetka fifteen minutes to drive to that place. She came to another door. A man opened the door. She gave him a pizza box, the man muttered "Thank you," and gave her 1 € (Euro). All that driving, and just for one Euro? Svetka was disappointed. She almost wanted to quit and go home, but she did not want to fail at her first work day and to disappoint Yanek. So she continued delivering pizzas. It was a hot summer day. By 12 o`clock Svetka got tired and sweaty. She stopped near some fast food joint and got inside. She got a cold drink and a slice of pizza for herself and sat at the table. She counted her money. She earned only 20 Euro after 3 hours of work. Svetka thought about ways to increase her earnings. Yanek told her that to earn more money delivering pizza, one should drive faster. But Svetka was afraid to drive faster then 40 km/h limit. She did not want to be stopped by the police on her first day of work. She got back into the car and continued driving. It was hot inside the car. Yanek's car did not have air conditioner. Svetka has got sweaty. She rolled her T-Shirt as high as possible, almost up to her boobs, exposing her belly to the fresh air. That helped a little. She came to the next customer`s door with her T-Shirt almost all the way up, and with two pizza boxes in her hands. A man opened the door. He looked at her, and opened his mouth. Svetka said in a sweet voice, "Hello, here is your pizza." The men gave her unusually large tip 6 €. She came to the car and rolled her T-Shirt even higher, exposing her round boobs and nipples. Next customer gave her tip 8 €. After two more such deliveries, Svetka got so daring, that she pulled her T-Shirt off completely, and continued driving and delivering pizzas completely topless, just in her shorts. She only pulled on her red T-Shirt when she picked up next pizza orders at the restaurant. Then she took her T-Shirt off again and went delivering. She felt great. She earned money, drove a car on city streets, and the fresh air pleasantly cooled her upped body. Svetka has got excited when men looked at her boobs with such awe. "I should go out topless more often," she thought. The idea of that made her feel horny. She felt getting wet down there in her panties. She rolled the car windows down. Some drives from nearest cars noticed her naked breasts, they smiled and gave her a thumb-up or blew their horns in support, Svetka smiled to them in return. The customers opened doors, looked at her astonishingly, then gave her tips from 8 to 10 Euros. Svetka was excited. She got the idea how to earn more money. After that Svetka came to the next door. The middle aged woman opened the door. She looked at Svetka sternly, took a pizza box, then she shut the door without giving to Svetka any tip at all. "Oh crap," thought Svetka. "This one is a failure. Sometimes customers are women." Lucky for Svetka, most of the times pizza was ordered by men. Buy 4 o`clock Svetka earned 126 €. It was quite a successful day, she though. She went to deliver the last box of pizza for the day. She came to the door. A tall handsome man in his 40s opened the door, looked at her, opened his mouth and stood looking at her boobs, just like the others before. Svetka said to him "Hello, here is your pizza." He looked at her and said "Hello," in a pleasant low voice which Svetka adored in men. Svetka immediately turned on. She thought that she wanted this men's cock, right now. She felt wet down below. She though she needed to make a first move. She did not wait until he produced tips. Svetka said in a sweet voice "It is such a hot day. Will you invite me inside and give a glass of cold drink?" The man nodded, and invited her inside. He took pizza box and led her to the small living room and let her sit on a sofa. He excused himself and went to the kitchen for a drink. He came back a minute later with a glass of cold ice tea and with a large slice of pizza which she just delivered. Svetka took the glass, and made a few gulps of cold liquid. She felt even better. Svetka introduced herself, the man introduced himself too. They talk for a few minutes. Svetka told him that it was her first day on this work and that she was so tired. Svetka noticed that the man was obviously uncomfortable. He did not know how to behave with this strange topless girl who practically asked herself into his apartment. "Men are so slow sometimes," thought Svetka. "But that's ok," she thought. "Perhaps he is a nice guy." But she did not have time to sit and wait here for too long. So she decided to take the initiative. She pulled down her shorts a little exposing half of her cute round buttocks. The men gulped and came close to her. She smiled and said "Come on, stud, don`t make me wait." The man got a clue. He came close to her, and pulled his pants down. His large cock was not very hard yet. Svetka bent down and touched his penis with her hands. Then she took it in her mouth and made a few motions bobbing her head up and down. The man grunted with pleasure and held her by her hair, pulling toward himself. She repeated her bobbing motion and she felt how his cock got longer and harder while she played with it in her mouth. Then she turned around and stood in a doggy pose, with her hands on a sofa for support. The man came from behind and penetrated his penis inside her. Svetka giggled and moaned with pleasure. He started thrusting his cock forward and backward inside her. She pushed him back a little and said "Not so fast, cowboy, let me feel it longer. Give me your tongue too." He took his penis out, then touched and moved its end around her shaved vagina. He bent down and licked her vagina and clitoris with his tongue. Svetka almost screamed with excitement. This man did know what he was doing. Then he took his hard cock and penetrated her vagina again. "Oh, it's so good!" exclaimed Svetka. The man continued thrusting his cock hard inside her, while Svetka panted and moaned and screamed loudly. This time he thrust back and forth violently, faster and faster, until he jerked and grunted with excitement. Svetka felt a stream of his hot sperm inside her. Then she screamed too with orgasm. They made a pause and sat on a sofa, both panting and sweaty. His room did not have air conditioning. Svetka sighed, and put on her panties and shorts, then she stood up and went toward the door. He looked at her admiringly. He asked her if he would see her again. May be, she said, smiling. She did not leave her telephone number to him, (The truth is she did not have one) but she said that may be she would come to him again, some day. When she opened the door and was about to step outside, he stopped her. He said "Wait, I forgot to give you a tip for the pizza delivery." Then he held a 100 € banknote in his hand. Svetka felt very awkward at that moment. She needed money of cause and that was a large sum of money for her. But if she would took it then she would feel like a whore selling herself. So she said to him "No tip, this time pizza delivery was on me." She smiled to him and left. She got into the Yanek's car, and sat there, catching her breath and thinking about what has just happened to her. She never had sex with complete strangers so quickly before. "What had just happen?" she asked herself. Then she thought about her boyfriend Yanek. She felt a bit of remorse because she cheated on him. "What did I do? I acted like a complete whore. But this man was so good. His tongue felt so good on my clit. I did not even notice how quickly it came to me. I should see this man another time," she thought. After about 5 minutes, she started the engine, and drove back slowly, looking around for policemen, she did not want to be caught for driving without a driver`s license. Svetka Nude In The Bar Svetka serves tables nude and have sex with stranger. But a few weeks passed and Svetka was out of money again. She was young eastern European girl, slim, blond, with short hair. Her part -- time job as a waitress was hardly earning enough money for living in a big city. Her landlord reminded her that she is late with her rent payment again, and threatened to evict her. She hardly had money for food and books. An she wanted to buy a new shoes and dress, to dress like every other young woman around her. She lived in a tiny apartment on a 6th floor, and she was a college student. She attended classes at day time and worked as a waitress in a bar in the evening. She tried going to a modeling agency to become a model, but they did not have job for her. She sat and thought, "Why am not a millionaire, and why I am not a rich guy's daughter?" That was a foolish question of cause. She did not know her father at all. Svetka was raised by her poor mother in a village and came to the city to escape poverty. But work in a bar was unfair for a young student. The most crowded days in a bar were weekends. People came in big companies, and talked, smoked, drunk beer. A waitress who served beer for tables on weekend could earn 300 € in tips for one night or more. But weekdays were mostly dull. Rare customers came, drunk one pint of beer and left, often without leaving any tips on a table at all. Svetka rarely worked on weekends. Weekend night shifts were reserved for senior waitresses who worked in the bar longer than Svetka and who were on more friendly terms with the bar owner Stanley. He was a heavy set man with a bald head. He came early at 2pm every day and watched how his employees cooked, cleaned, loaded supplies to prepare bar for the night. During the night he most of the time sat in his room in the back of the bar and watched TV. Sometimes he asked waitresses to come to his office and locked the door. It was not secret that he had sex with some waitresses on a sofa in his office. Those waitresses who did that most frequently, earned a "privilege" to work on Saturday night shifts which were most profitable. Svetka and other new waitresses usually worked evening shifts on weekdays, which were easier but payed less money. On the Monday night after her shift Svetka counted money and found that she only earned 60 € in tips for the whole evening. That was not enough for living in this city. She walked home at half past 12 at night, yawning and tired. Svetka came home, changed her clothes to a sleep dress, and sat on her bed. She thought that working on weekday shifts only was unfair. She thought about how could she increase her earnings. One possible way was to sleep with a bar's owner Stanley more frequently. To tell the truth, she have been in his office and had sex with him on a sofa once or twice. Svetka did not protest. She considered that a necessary price for keeping the job. But she would not enjoy doing it more often. She noticed that customers tipped her more generously when she was wearing a revealing clothes, like mini skirts or tight tank tops that revealed her breasts shape. She though about that for a moment and came with the idea how she can take that further. "Nudity," she though. "That's what attracts male attention. I will serve tables tomorrow naked." Next day Svetka came to work in a bar early. She announced: "Everyone attention please. Today I will serve beer to the tables while completely nude. I will begin in clothes. Then for every pint of beer which I served, I will take one piece of my clothes until I will be completely naked. " The customers who sat in the bar screamed to show their delight. The owner of the bar was perplexed but he did not protest. Only other two waitresses looked stern and scandalized. They would not dare to do such thing. Public nudity in eastern Europe is not prohibited. It's more like a personal choice. People often do sunbathing or swimming nude. But rarely people get nude in places like bars. People which sat at the tables in the bar started ordering beer. When Svetka served beer for the first table, she took off her jacket. After bringing beer to the second table she took off her boots and left standing in socks. After serving another glass of beer she took off her blouse, revealing her bra. People laughed, cheered her and ordered beer from every table. With the order of next pint of beer she took of her socks and stood on a floor barefoot. With the next order she took off her jeans and left standing in her bra and panties only. With two more orders of beer, she took of her bra and panties too. People in the bar looked at her in awe and applauded after she took off every piece of clothes. Her entertainment certainly attracted more customers. People came to the bar and stopped there. The customers who sat at the tables would not leave, waiting for continuation of performance. Men ordered more beer that day than in any other day of the week. Svetka was happy and excited by the reaction of people. She was in the center of everyone's attention. Usually most people does not even notice a waitress. She is not material for them, like a smog in the bar. But this day everyone's attention was glued to Svetka. She was happy. She smiled to everyone. She felt a familiar sensation of arousal from been nude and watched by many people. Only she did not expect that it was so cold in the bar. It was winter. Doors of the bar were frequently opened and gusts of cold air came inside from the street. And the tile floor under her feet was as cold as the ice. But that did not upset Svetka. She smiled to customers and served more glasses of beer, smiling and walking naked and barefoot among tables. She was only annoyed because some customers touched her with their hands when she walked among tabled nude. She tried to ignore that, or said to them politely, "No touching, please," or "Would you like more beer?" But one time she had enough when one drunk man grabbed her butt with his hand. She knew how to deal with the men like that. She turned around and slapped his hand so hard, that the man yelped and winced from pain. People around laughed at him. The man apologized to Svetka immediately. But he felt humiliated and soon he left the bar without leaving any tips on a table. "Or well," thought Svetka. "This is a small price for keeping my dignity." After serving tables with countless glasses of beer, Svetka got tired. She asked bar's owner for a half an hour brake. She sat on a sofa in the middle of the bar, relaxing her legs, and took one glass of beer for herself. She was proud of herself. She did not feel ashamed or embarrassed at all. Svetka felt exited and aroused that evening, she felt eyes of all men looking at her. During that evening, almost every men in the bar asked Svetka about sex. Some men did that quietly, whispering in her ear, some customers said openly, "Hi, babe, how about doing with me tonight?"... Svetka answered to all of them, smiling, " No way," or "I am not into that." But one man who sat quietly at the corner table, attracted her attention. He was tall, handsome, with a little of gray in his curly hair. He spoke with a pleasant low voice that Svetka adored in men. She was turned on immediately. Out of all men in the bar right now, she wanted to be with him, and him only. Just from the though of that, she felt wet and warm down there. She could not wait longer. She had to get it now, she thought. Svetka came to him with a glass of beer, then bent down and whispering in his ear, "Come with me, to the back room, I'll show you something interesting." She walked to the back of the bar. The man stood up and walked quietly after her. There was a small room in the back with a sofa and a TV, which employees of the bar used for rest when they were not busy. Svetka lay on a sofa on her back and spread her legs wide. She said whispering, "Come to me, cowboy, I want you now." She did not have to wait any longer. He came down to her, kissed her lips and whispered some meaningless words which always turned women on. He kissed and caressed her breasts nipples. Then he unzipped his pants and took his cock which was long and hard already. He penetrated her and felt hot and wet inside her. She felt his cock moving in and out and moaned. She thought, "How convenient that I was already naked. No need to waste time to undress." He thrust forward then backward. She pushed him back a little and said, "Not so fast, cowboy, let me enjoy that too." He slowed down a little and moved his penis around her vagina in a circular motion, then he penetrated again. He jerked his body, and she felt a stream of his warm sperm inside her. She arched her back and screamed in orgasm. Perhaps some customers in the bar could hear her, but smiled and did not say anything about it. In a few more minutes, they caught their breath. She stood up, smiled sheepishly, and told him "That's enough, cowboy, go back to the bar." He asked her, if he could see her again. She said, "You can always find me in this bar. My shifts are from Monday to Thursday." He nodded his head and left the room. He sat at the table in the bar until the late evening. Then he left. In the evening, after bar closed, Svetka counted her money. She earned 550 € in one night. That was more than any waitresses usually earned on Saturday night. And she sold more beer that night than the bar usually sells in a week. She was tired and happy. She beat them all. Not even older waitresses could brag about such success in one evening. Svetka went to the back room to dress in her clothes. She left bar, smiling, and singed all the way while she walked on the night streets. She came home and went straight to bed and slept in her clothes, she did not have strength to undress herself, so tired she was. Svetka's First Photo Shoot The story of one difficult nude photo shoot. "This was a madness, complete madness," she thought all the way, while she walked home from his photo studio. " Why did I agree to do this photo shoot?" The answer of cause was Money. Svetka needed them and soon. Svetka was a young eastern European girl, slim, fit, with blond hair and short haircut. She was a student and her part -- time job as a waitress in a cafe did not pay enough for her to live in that city. She needed to pay rent for her flat. The mean landlord came yesterday and reminded her that if she won't pay her rent 400 € (Euro) by Saturday she will be on the streets. And then she needed money for food, for bills and books and to send some to her mom who lived in the poor village. The evening before she opened a newspaper, looking for ads about jobs. Her gaze fell onto an add from Modeling agency, inviting young women to be models. She thought, why not? She could be a model too. She heard that some models earned 1000 € per day or more. She also heard that modeling work was hard and sometimes models had to do some stuff, like sleeping with producers or photographers. She was prepared to do anything to get a job. Next morning, she opened door of the Modeling agency and approached the lady sitting at the front desk and asked for a job. The lady gave her a sheet of paper with application. Svetka quickly filled an application with answer like address, name, age, height, weight, eyes color, hair color, and so on. She returned the application and the woman indifferently put her paper in a pile of other papers like that, and told Svetka that they will review the application and if they choose her for some job then they would call her next month or so. But Svetka was not satisfied. She said "I need money now. Would you look if there is any job I could do today, please?" "Well, actually we have one order, from a local supermarket, for a model advertising socks, they pay 50 € for that. Would you like to take this job?" asked the woman. Svetka replied, "Only 50 Euros? That's not enough for me to pay even for my books. Would you look if there is any other job, please?" "Well," said woman hesitantly. "There is order for a model from one photographer. He says he would pay 1000 € for one photo shoot." Svetka was exited immediately. She said "Please give me that job. I will sure do it. " Then woman added, "But you may not want to do that. We already sent ten models to that photographer, but they all returned back, and they all said they did not want it." "I will do whatever is necessary. Give me the address of that photographer," Svetka said resolutely. "Very well," said woman with a sigh. "Here is the address of that photo studio. " "Thank you very much!" exclaimed Svetka, then turned to the door, and left the building. She almost ran all the way to that address. It was a cold day, in the middle of January, and snowflakes fell down in the air. Svetka felt exhilarated. She could land a 1000 € job in the first day. She thought that she would do anything to get this job. Even if it would be necessary to sleep with the photographer she was prepared to do that too. Svetka opened the door and entered the photo studio. It was slightly dark inside the room. A man was siting at the desk. He looked at her and said in a pleasant low timbre of voice: "Can I help you madame?" He was older then her, in mid 30s or 40s, but handsome and pleasant masculine looking man. Her stomach almost has made a flip. She thought that if she had to sleep with that man she would gladly do that. "I am here from the modeling agency, looking for a job", she said, "They told me you have a job for a photo session, paying 1000 €. " "Ah, you are a young model," said photographer and smiled. "Yes, I need a model for new photo shoot. And I will pay you 1000 € after the shoot, if you would agree with that," he added. "What do I need to do?" she inquired cautiously. His generosity has started to look suspicious. "We will do a photo shoot tomorrow," he said. "You will pose naked outside, in the snow. " Svetka was shocked. "In the snow, outside, why?" she asked. "This an order from a rich client," said photographer. "That's what he required." Svetka felt shiver already, just from a thought about that. "May be you don't wanna do that?" said photographer disappointingly. "Then you can go back to you modeling studio and tell them that you declined the work." Svetka thought for a moment. She wanted to turn back. But then she thought of everything she could by for 1000 €. "I will do it," she said resolutely. She though that she loved winter games, like skates and skiing, and she was not afraid of cold before. That this will be just like another winter game for her. Photographer smiled jubilantly. He finally found a good model for this photo shoot. "Very well." he said, smiling. "Go home now. Come to this photo studio at 9 am tomorrow, we will go to the set in my car. " She said him good bye, and almost ran to the street, smiling joyfully. "Yes!" she thought, she landed her first modeling job. It would be a tough job of cause, but she will manage somehow. But on the way home, she started to feel doubts. "This was a madness, complete madness," she repeated to herself. But in the evening at home she tried to focus on the positive tune. "I will do it. I will do it," she repeated to herself many times. "I will show them how tough I am," she thought. When she walked to the photo studio next morning, she felt exited, even joyful. She felt a cold air on her face, and a little chilly, under her winter jacket, sweater, jeans and winter boots. She came to photo studio at a quarter before nine, and said simply, "I am ready." The photographer smiled, and led her to the door and then to his car. He carried with him a large professional suitcase with his camera and lenses. They drove in his car to the central city park, which was a favorite place for recreation and sports for local city residents. "But there are people around!" she protested, looking outside. He told her that the photo shoot will be in a public place and she should not pay attention to that. "People will love that, you will see," he said. Photographer took his camera and lenses from the case, then told her that they should start now. She quickly undressed in the car and prepared to opened the door. "Take out your boots, dear," he said smiling. "You must be barefoot too." "Barefoot?" she exclaimed. She did not expect that coming. But she obeyed him, took off her winter boots and socks, and walked out of the car completely naked and barefoot on a snow. It was a cold winter day. The temperature was --12° C (about 10° degrees Fahrenheit). The cold immediately shocked her. It was like tiny pinpricks pinching her everywhere. She yelled and wanted to turn back and jump in the car. But then she looked at he photographer and she felt guilt if she would give up now. She did not want to disappoint him. So she used all her strength and kept going. She also saw other people in the parking lot. They all turned their heads to her when she got out of the car. Everybody looked at her as if expecting something interesting. She did not want to disappoint them either. Public nudity is not very unusual in eastern Europe. But people were certainly surprised to see a naked and barefooted girl in winter. It was very cold. But she tried not to show that. She smiled to people, and walked between the cars and out of the parking lot, on the path to the park. Some people walked, passing by. They were all dressed well, in winter jackets or parkas and boots. She was the only one naked person in that place. She was strolling nonchalantly on the snow covered road. Sometimes photographer stopped and took pictures with his camera. He asked her try to stand still and not move much when he was taking photos. Then they walked again, down the snow road. People walked in opposite direction and looked at her astoundingly. Some greeted her with whistles or supporting remarks, but some muttered something unpleasant, or turned away. They encountered a man who walked with a small dog. Even a dog was dressed in a warm dog jacket to protect from cold. Strange was to see a completely naked girl walking in snow next to the warmly dressed man and a dog. Two older women walked close to her. They smiled, then stopped and asked why she was doing it, and was she cold? Stupid question, she thought, of cause she was cold, terribly cold, but was it their business? So she smiled and told them that she is not very cold, and that she liked it. After about 10 minutes, Svetka started shivering. The photographer told her, "You should not shiver that much my dear, I can't take good photographs. Please try to control yourself. I know you can." She stopped for a moment and took a few deep breaths and tried to relax. After a few deep inhales and exhales, she felt how her body relaxed and adjusted to the cold. She stopped shivering and they continued the photo shoot. After a while, she told photographer, "I am really, really cold now. I cannot even feel my feet. Can we end this photo shoot and go back to the car, please?" "Yes, we can end shooting and go back," said photographer. "But I will not pay you anything if we end now." "Why?" asked Svetka, her teeth chattering. "Because I need to make at least 88 pictures and we made only 40 so far. We need to make 48 pictures more." "OK, just do it faster, please," pleaded Svetka. "I cannot do it too fast," said photographer. "I need to focus the camera and find a good place for a new shot every time, so let's keep gong." They saw men riding on a 4x4 quadracycles. Men stopped and one of them suggested Svetka to sit on his machine. She bravely climbed up and sat in front of a driver, practically on his lap. The man and Svetka were delighted. Svetka liked sitting on a quadracycle. She felt strong heat and vibration from the engine and the seat was comfortably warm under her butt. She did not see the face of a driver under his helmet, but she felt his excitement and warmth and she noticed hard erection of penis under his suit. She felt excited, nearly orgasmic, and wet in her bottom. Svetka laughed and posed for a photographs sitting on a quadracycle. Then she climbed down, and said good bye to the driver. Svetka walked close to a bank of a river. At that time of the year the river was completely covered by ice and snow. It was a favorite place for winter sports and activities for local public. People were skiing or simply walked on the ice. Photographer suggested that she would go down the bank of a river and walked on the ice too. It would be a great for a photo shoot, he said. They walked down the bank of the river. They meet a man and a woman who walked on the ice. Man and woman were astonished to see naked girl in snow, and stopped to look at her. Svetka greeted them and asked if she could walk together with them. They walked together and photographer took pictures while they talked. Men asked how can she withstand the cold and how long has she has been doing that? Svetka said smiling "It is my first time in the snow, but I managed it. It is not too hard after you got used. " By that time Svetka fully adjusted to the cold and she felt happy and euphoric. Svetka laughed and enjoyed everybody's attention. She almost forgot about the cold. Svetka felt sexual arousal because photographer looked at her and also all other clothed men and woman around looked at her and cheered her. She felt herself free and powerful. It was strange sensation like she was in a dream or in a fairyland. She made some snowballs, laughed and threw them at photographer. She came close to group of people which laughed when they saw her, and asked to take picture with her too. She smiled and stood next to them for a picture. Svetka found some debris and tree branches on the ice. She was disappointed to see trash on the river, so she picked up tree branch and carried to the river bank. Then she saw a group of people which were cross country skiing. She walked to them and asked what time is it? The women on a skis stopped and looked at Svetka in surprise. A woman looked at her watch and told her the time. Svetka felt great. She walked back to photographer, while a woman continued watching at her. Then they saw a man on a skates who was cleaning snow from the ice with a big shovel for an ice hockey play. Svetka came close to him and tried walking on the cleaned ice. It was very slippery and cold, but by that time her poor feet were completely numb and did not feel cold any more. She asked a man if she can use shovel too, and he allowed her. Svetka took his shovel and shoved some snow from the ice on a hockey field. Other hockey players watched her with admiration and cheered her with whistles. Svetka loved their attention, she felt hot because of the way how these men looked at her. She smiled and waved hands to the people around. She almost forgot about the cold. Then photographer told her, "We made enough pictures and the photo shoot is done. We can go back to our car now." Svetka was a bit confused. She did not even understand, at first, what he was talking about. She though that she just started enjoying herself and got adjusted to the cold and snow. "Ok, she said cheerfully, let's go to the car." She said good bye to the ice hockey players, and started walking back. She was a little confused where to go, so the photographer helped and led her. The bank of river was steep and slippery, she nearly fell, but the photographer took her hand and helped her to climb up the slope. On the way back she started to feel terribly cold and began shivering again. She was a little dizzy and disoriented from the cold. Photographer helped her, holding her by the elbow. By the time they got to the car she was unable to open the door. Photographer carefully put his camera in the case, and closed it. Then he held the door open and helped her to get in. The photo shoot lasted 1 hour 15 minutes. All that time she walked naked and barefoot in snow. Her feet were completely numb and she did not feel them. And her skin became red from the cold. In the car she continued shivering and her teeth were chattering. The cold finally got to her. She could not even dress herself, could not put legs into her jeans. Photographer turned heater to the maximum. After a few minutes the temperature in the cabin increased. She lifted her legs up onto dashboard, to the hot air. After a moment she started to feel pain in her feet. She felt like her soles burning. But she massaged the feet and slowly blood circulation improved. Photographer helped her to finish dressing, pulling on her sweater and her jacket, socks and boots. By the time they drove back to the photo studio, she was almost all right. They went inside. She sat close to the heater, still shivering. He gave her a cup of very hot coffee which she took happily. She sat quietly, enjoying warm air and hot coffee. Then after a while, Svetka stood up and smiled. She needed a human warmth now, his warmth. She looked at photographer and felt wet down there. She would be happy if he would hug her, or kiss, then took her to bed. She wanted him now. She wanted to spread her legs and feel his hard cock inside her. After that she wanted to cuddle with him and sleep on his warm lap. Her body desperately needed it. If he would only took a hint and realized what she wanted. But he did not took a hint. He counted her money and put on the desk. She took the money, an put them in her pocket. "You can go home now," said photographer. "Yes, I can go," she replied quietly. She turned and walked to the door. She was disappointed. He did not even so much as looked. "Oh well, some men are dumb, " thought Svetka. "She did that for him, more so then just for the money. And after that, he did not even look at her." She opened the door and went outside. The sun was bright and the snow was crisp. Air was cold. She shivered a little. She felt winter chill, even under the sweater and jacket and jeans. She walked to the bus stop. She got on a bus and sat. On the way home she started shivering and chatting her teeth again. One passenger asked if she was all right? Yes, she said she was all right. Just a bit cold. She came home, counted money that he gave her, all 1000 €, then climbed to her bed under warm blanket. She was still shivering and felt chills. Her body exhausted after such cold stress. She covered herself with more blankets and tried to sleep. "This was a madness, complete madness," she thought. She would never ever agree to do photo shoot in the snow naked again. Svetka In Striptease Club Svetka tries to work as a stripper in a striptease club. Svetka was eastern European girl, slim, blond, with short hair. She was a student and she worked part time as a waitress in a bar. She attended classes at day time and worked as a waitress in a bar in the evening. But she was constantly out of money. Her part time job did not pay her well enough. She tried going to a modeling agency to become a model, but they did not have job for her. Svetka was not afraid to be naked in public. She actually enjoyed that. She learned how she felt aroused and excited when men looked at her naked breasts and body. So, she decided, may be she can make it a profession? She came to a night club and asked to see a manager. The manager came and she asked if he has a job for her as a stripper. "May be," said manager. "Can you dance? Can you move on stage?" "I have my moves," answered Svetka. She liked dancing. She went to dance and disco clubs often. So she was confidant that she can dance well. But that was a different kind of dancing, as she soon learned. "Have you work as a stripper before?" he asked. "No," replied Svetka. "But I can dance and I like to be nude, so I am sure that I can do stripping well." "How old are you?" asked manager. "Show me you papers." Manager looked at her documents. She was 19 so the age was not an issue. "Which days can you work?" he asked. "I can work Saturdays and Sundays," she replied. "I work in the bar on weekdays." "Very well," said manager. "Come next Saturday night at 5 pm." Next Saturday, Svetka came to the strip club a quarter before 5. The manager said, "This is simple. When the music starts, you come on stage. You dance holding by the pole. Then you strip your clothes and the customers throw money on stage. Then in the end you pick up your money." "Understood," said Svetka. That sounded rather simple. "We have changing room for strippers in the back of the club," said manager. "Go there and change to your stage costume before the performance. Your first dance will be at 5:30." "But I don't have a stage costume," said Svetka, sheepishly. "These clothes is all I have today. Can I borrow a stage costume from somebody?" "You may try to ask other dancers about it," said manager frowning. "But I doubt that anyone would lend to you her costume. Go now and be ready at 5:30." "And remember," he added to her, smiling shrewdly. "You cannot have sex with customers on the club premises. This is not a brothel. I will fire you immediately, if I catch you doing that in the club." Svetka was shocked by his rude remark, but replied indifferently "I will remember." Svetka was upset. She did not have any stage dress or costume. She went to the changing room and asked other strippers to lend her some stage costume. But they only laughed at her, and nobody gave her anything. "Girl friend," said one woman, smiling. She was wearing shiny silver bikini and a matching high hills stiletto shoes on 10 inch hills. "You must be new here or you would not ask such question." "Stage costume is like your own trademark. Every stripper has her own and none will lend it to you. You suppose to buy your own stage dress to be ready for performance." Everyone laughed. Poor Svetka did not know what to do. She was at the verge of tears. She thought that a stage costume and shoes like that woman wearing might cost at least 400 €. May be more. If she would have that kind of money she would not be here. She looked at other women in the changing room. Other strippers looked older than her, more mature, with large silicon enhanced breasts, and lots of makeup on their faces. They all had different stage costumes like shiny bikinis or skirts with big feathers. "No matter," thought Svetka. "I will show them what I am. I am younger, slimmer, prettier, and have natural breasts. May be I won't need a stage costume and lots of makeup, like they do." When her time came, at 5:30, Svetka went on stage, wearing same clothes in which she came to the club. It was winter, so Svetka came in her sweater, jeans and boots. When music started Svetka stated dancing. She did not know how exactly she supposed to dance here so she just danced wildly like in teen disco club. Then music changed to slow tune. Svetka thought it was a clue to begin stripping her clothes. It was hot in the club, so Svetka got sweaty. Svetka started stripping her clothes, holding hand on the pole, like manager said. She took off her sweater, then her bra and stood there topless, just in her jeans. She sat down and made seducing moves, holding by the pole. Svetka smiled and closed her eyes. The clientele of the club consisted of foreign tourists, mostly Americans. They liked striptease entertainment more then the typical local men do. Most were older gentlemen who stared at Svetka with excitement and lust in their eyes. She looked fresh and young and sweaty and gorgeous without and special costume or makeup. Men started throwing money on stage under her feet, mostly American dollars, but some Euro banknotes also. Viewers whistled to cheer her for more action. Svetka felt great. She was always turned on by being nude in front of a public. She waved to audience and made more seducing moves. She took off her boots and left standing in socks. She unzipped jeans slowly and pulled them down half way. Then she pulled of her jeans and panties and left standing just in her socks. Men started throwing more money on stage. When every banknote landed on stage, Svetka turned to the man who threw it, and said "Thank you." Then she sat down, smiled and showed her butt or boobs to him. Soon she got a mount of banknotes on stage. Then music suddenly stopped. Svetka bent down on her knees and picked all banknotes from stage, showing her cute round butt to the viewers. After the performance Svetka went to the back changing room and counted her money in front of other strippers. She has earned $ 140, and 45 €. Then she went to the cashier and he converted her banknotes dollars to Euros. She has got in total 164 €. Other strippers looked at her with envy. "Not bad, for the first performance," said to her the same woman in silver bikini. "I see that you can handle that without a costume." "Thank you, " said Svetka smiling. "I hope I can improve it." "You dance all right, schoolgirl," said the woman in silver bikini. "But your moves are pitiful. You should move your ass close to their face and roll your butt slowly in circular motion, to give them a better look on your genitalia." Svetka winced from that words, but said politely, "Thank you for advise. I am Svetka, by the way." The woman smiled sardonically and said in reply, "I am Anetka, but everyone calls me Mimi." "Nice to meet you, Mimi," smiled Svetka. She has got her first friend here. Svetka performed same repertoire one more time that evening, at 8:30. That time she earned 155 €. Not bad for a first evening, thought Svetka happily. But she soon learned that most money are not made on stage there. A stripper earns more money by taking a client to a private room in the back of the bar, and stripping exclusively for him, moving her boobs or her butt or vagina close in front of the customer's face, sometimes just a few inches from his nose. Some customers pay $ 60, or more, for such performance. A stripper can earn even more money by having sex with the customer. However strippers were not allowed to do sex on the club's premises. "This is not a brothel," said Anetka, smiling. She explained all that to Svetka while they sat in the changing room, waiting their time for performance. Anetka whispered, "Some strippers have sex quietly with clients, in the lady's bathroom. But better to take client to the Motel across the street. It is safe and more private and Motel has special rooms reserved for that at night." Anetka smiled shrewdly. Svetka felt sick after these words, and she thought that she wanted to go to the bathroom and threw up, but she held her breath, and the desire to threw up passed. Svetka left the club at 10 pm, and went to a bus stop to get home. She earned 319 € that evening. Not bad for a new strip dancer. She did not take men to the private room for performance, neither did she take men to the Motel rooms across the street. But she did not feel very happy. That job felt almost like a prostitution to her. She decided she would not work in that club again. She thought that may be she could find another club, where conditions of work are different. Svetka Nude In A Bowling by longtoad85667 Exhibitionist Svetka nude at the party in a bowling club. This is another episode about young exhibitionist model Svetka. In the first episode, Svetka delivered pizza topless and had sex with a stranger. In the second episode, Svetka completed her first nude photoshoot and earned 1000 €. In the third episode, she served beer in a bar naked. In the fourth episode, Svetka tried to work in a striptease club. Svetka was an eastern European girl, slim, blond, short hair. She attended classes in the daytime and worked as a waitress in a bar in the evening. Svetka was not afraid to be naked in public. She enjoyed that and used every opportunity to show herself. She loved the attention when men looked at her body. It made her feel aroused and horny and powerful. One of her friends, a young engineer Stashek invited her to his company annual party, which took place in a bowling club. Stashek was not her boyfriend, and he barely knew Svetka. They got acquainted recently. But Stashek called and invited her to accompany him to this party. Svetka agreed to go with him. Svetka and Stashek came to the bowling club in a taxi. They got inside the club and joined the crowd with Stashek coworkers. In the beginning, it was fun at the party. They rolled bowling balls, laughed, joked, cheered each other for every successful roll. But soon the party got boring for Svetka. People ate pizza, drunk beer, and talked about their work problems. Men around her were all engineers from the same high-tech company. They talked among themselves about fiber-optic cables, satellite receivers, and lots of other stuff on which Svetka had absolutely no idea. Her friend Stashek engaged in a discussion with another man about the new satellite receiver. Even some women who were at the party joined the conversation about fiber-optic cables. As it turned out, they were engineers too. Svetka did not understand a word of what they discussed. She just sighed and rolled her eyes when somebody asked her opinion. After all, she was just a young woman and a waitress, not an engineer. Svetka just wanted to leave quietly and go home, but she did not want to upset Stashek. He seemed such a good young man. Svetka thought that she might like Stashek if she get to know him better. He was handsome, intelligent, he had money, and he had such a good profession. But how to stand that boring party she would not know. Suddenly she got the idea. She decided to make the party more interesting in her way. She stood up and announced that she wants to undress and roll bowling balls naked. That has got everyone's attention immediately. She suggested splitting into two teams. "Who wants to be in a team with me?" she asked cheerfully. Nudity is not prohibited in eastern Europe. It's more like a personal choice of clothing. People often do sunbathe and swimming nude. But been nude in a public place like a bowling club was quite unusual. Svetka quickly undressed in front of a public, took the first ball, and rolled it, hitting 10 pins out of 10. The crowd exploded with cheers. Svetka rolled another ball, but this time she hit only 6 pins. Soon everyone looked at Svetka, laughed, and cheered. Svetka got everyone's attention. She was the queen of the party. Svetka made a lot of new friends that evening. Guys looked at her, whistled, cheered, and looked with envy at Stashek because he's got such a hot girlfriend. She brought the fun to the party again. Soon another young woman decided to join Svetka too. She undressed and joined the game rolling bowling balls. "I am Magda, " She introduced herself to Svetka. Magda was a short slim dark-haired Asian-looking girl. Other women engineers looked at them sternly, at first, because they did not dare to undress nude in front of coworkers. But soon they got used to Svetka's mischievous behavior and played and laughed with everyone. After rolling balls for one hour, Svetka got tired and sweaty. She sat down at the table with new friends to eat pizza and drink a glass of cold beer. Her friend Stashek looked at her with admiration. Everyone envied him that he's got such a sexy and free-spirited girlfriend. Svetka always felt horny when men looked at her when she was nude. Her desire became stronger. She went to the lady's bathroom and touched herself on the vagina, then smelled her hand. She felt the unmistakable smell of wet horny pussy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, adjusted her hair, then returned to the bowling room and sat at the table with Stashek, smiling mischievously. She glanced at Stashek and thought that she must get his penis inside her, now. She felt wet down there. She could not hold it anymore. Svetka bent to the Stashek's ear and whispered to him "Let's go with me". Svetka and Stashek stood up and he walked after her. Svetka came to the bar table and asked the barmen in a sweet voice if there was any private room in the back of a club? The bartender looked at them solemnly and said no, the clients are not allowed to go to the back of the club. Stashek got a little upset. But Svetka knew well, how to deal with the staff members of the club. She worked in another bar as a waitress herself, and she knew the right way. "Do you have some change?" she asked Stashek with a smile. He pulled his wallet and gave her some banknotes. Svetka took a 10 € banknote and put it on a bar table and repeated her question. The bartender took a banknote and said to her quietly, "There is a locker room in the back, for employees of the club. Go there and do what you want." "Only don't stay there for too long, or other employees may come in," he added, smiling shrewdly. Then he gave Svetka the key to the room. Svetka smiled, took the key, and walked to the backroom, holding Stashek by the hand. They came to a small locker room in the back, where employees usually change their clothes before and after work. There were lockers and padded benches. Additionally, there was a shower cabin in a room. Svetka sat on a bench and smiled at Stashek. He was slightly embarrassed initially. After all, he never had sex with anyone in such a place before. "Come on cowboy, don't let me wait," said Svetka to him encouragingly. Stashek bent to her and started kissing her lips, then her neck and shoulders. Svetka giggled and moaned. Stashed touched her nipples with his hands and took her hard standing nipple into his mouth. Svetka laughed and giggled. She liked that. Svetka thought, "How convenient that I was nude already. Don't need to undress." Then she lay on her back on the bench and spread her legs, exposing her cleanly shaved vagina. Stashek bent to her and licked her clit with his tongue. "Mmm," he made a sound. "You are sweet pussy." Svetka just moaned with pleasure. Stashek started undressing, taking off his clothes frantically. He took off his shoes too. Suddenly he slipped on a slippery tile floor and nearly fell on top of her. He was a bit embarrassed, but she just laughed. Stashek took his hard cock and touched her vagina, it was wet and warm already. Stashek penetrated her. Svetka moaned, feeling his hard cock inside her. He started thrusting moving forward and backward. She moaned and grabbed his ass with her hands, pulling him inside stronger. Stashed jolted as if from the electric charge, and she felt a stream of his warm sperm filling her vagina. She screamed and arched her back and she had a wild orgasm. They stopped for a moment to catch their breath. Then he pulled his penis out and sighed. Svetka smiled and kissed him. Then they both took a shower quickly. Somebody started knocking and banging on the door outside the room. Probably club's employees need the locker room too. Svetka screamed to them, "just a moment!" Svetka and Stashek dressed quickly and rushed out of the changing room. They left the club at 11 p.m. The party was already over, all the other guests left. Stashek got a taxi and took Svetka home. She parted with him in front of her house. Stashed said to her, "Thank you, it was my best bowling party ever! I enjoyed it very much." "Me too," replied Svetka, smiling. *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. But the photo shoot like that has been done, Naked bowling.

Showing Myself by Vanessa Evans Part 2 Dad woke me at my usual school day time. I was still on my back on my bed with my legs spread wide. “You look like you’re wearing a pair of crotchless knickers Lea.” He said straight after our morning greetings. I instantly knew what he meant but I didn’t close my legs until I had to get up. It was a normal morning until I had to get dressed for school. No more school uniform but what to wear? I decided on my denim miniskirt thinking, “At least I can get some sun onto some of my thighs.” I went to my underwear drawer, opened it, looked in then closed the drawer thinking, “I’m already wearing a bikini. Okay it’s paint but they do look like a bikini from a distance and if I keep my legs closed. Right, no underwear.” For a top I chose a tank top. I carefully pulled it down and into place then looked at myself in my mirror. “Hmm,” I thought, “nipps making little bumps but sod it.” A quick brush of my hair and I was ready. I waved at daddy as his Land Rover reversed out of our drive then looked around to see if Seth or Noah were out on the street yet. They weren’t so I waited for them then the 3 of us walked to the bus stop. There was the usual couple of young girls waiting as well but as usual they ignored us and we ignored them. As the bus trundled down the road I told my mates about the pub and when Ted wanted us at the farm. “So you went to the pub in your Mike Barlow bikini Lea?” Seth asked. “Yep, and there was some outsiders there and Ted took you over to them?” “”Yep.” “So what are you wearing under that skirt and top Lea?” Noah asked. “Just a bit of paint, and it’s already come off my clit and slit, look” With that I stood and pulled my skirt up enough for them to see me slit. Before I had a chance to pull my skirt down Seth said, “You have a nice clit Lea, I bet that you’re going to be horny all day.” “Probably.” “Don’t forget to go and see the nurse.” Noah said. “No chance,” I replied, “I want to fuck as much as you two do.” It was a strange day at school, no lessons and the teachers nowhere to be seen most of the time. The sixth form building is separate from the rest of the school with only 4 classrooms. Two for the year that my mates and I are in and 2 for the younger year. Seth and Noah are in the ‘practical’ careers class whilst I was in the ‘academic’ class but for the last week the 2 older classes were allowed to mix so I was expecting to see quite a lot of my best mates that week. There is also a common area with comfortable seats and a couple of vending machines. The week promised to be a sort of week long party without any alcohol except that some of the kids smuggled some in in their drinks bottles. To be fair, no one intended to get drunk, just a little happy with some relatively quiet music for dancing, and that’s how the week started, people sitting on the desk with their feet on the chairs, talking and a bit of drinking. Some of the girls were doing a bit of dancing and a couple of couples were making out in one corner of the classroom. When Noah and Seth came into my classroom Seth immediately said that the girls in there were dressed smarter that the ones in their classroom. “That’s probably because of our chosen career paths.” I said, “the girls in your class will be going to college and likely wearing overalls in a few weeks whereas the girls in my class will be going to university and wearing clothes like they are now.” “So you’re not going to wear underwear when you go to university Lea?” Noah asked. “Probably not.” I replied. “And you’re going to wear skirts that let people see your pussy like you are now.” “You shouldn’t be looking Noah, it isn’t polite.” I said. “You show it, we’ll look.” Seth added. With that I spread my knees wide for a couple of seconds then closed them again. “I could stare at your pussy for hours.” Seth said. “You already have and you’ll probably look at it tons over the summer holidays if I’m going to be naked all the time.” “Can’t wait.” Noah replied. “Can’t wait for what?” One of the other guys asked. “To see the girls in just their bikinis on Friday.” Noah replied, then added, “Lea’s wearing hers today. She might show you it if you ask her nicely.” “What? No I won’t, I’m not taking my skirt and top off.” I protested. Well, all the boys, even the nerdy ones, and some of the girls didn’t agree with my decision and they started doing their best to persuade me to strip. The chanting and shouting got so loud that I feared that a teacher would come to see what was going on. While that was going on my nipples and pussy had started to tingle. They wanted me naked even if my brain didn’t. The chanting and shouting didn’t stop so eventually I put my arms up and said, “Okay, okay, but you’ve got to keep quiet. We don’t want a teacher coming in.” The noise died down to virtually nothing as one of the guys asked me to get up on a desk so that everyone could see me. “Seth, Noah, go and stand at the door and everyone else,” I said, “if someone comes I’ll jump down and you form a circle so that I can get dressed without the teacher seeing me. We don’t want to spoil the surprise for Friday do we?” Unsurprisingly everyone agreed and I found myself climbing up onto a desk. I looked around and realised that I was a little nervous. I also looked out of the windows and was thankful that it wasn’t playtime or lunchtime when there would be kids on the sports field. Eventually, my hands went to the hem of my top and started to lift. One of the guys started shouting, “Off, off, off.” But a couple of the girls tod him to keep it down. As my little tits came into view the room went silent. Then it seemed like everyone had something to say, “Oh my gawd!” a few said. “Is that paint?” another few said. “I can see her nipples.” some of the guys said. Were some of the comment / questions but I didn’t say anything. Instead I went to the fastener and zip on my skirt and the room went silent again. This time though, everyone was half expecting what was to come and I didn’t disappoint them. Down slid my skirt to a few gasps and a few more, “Oh my gawds!” but mostly people were quiet, probably not believing that I had got naked in the classroom. Then one of the nerds said, “I can see her pink clit.” I stood there for ages with my feet about shoulder width apart letting everyone look at me and take photographs of me with their phones. Then I heard Seth shout. “Teacher.” I jumped down and thankfully, most of the class gathered around me whilst I hurriedly put my skirt and top back on. The teacher told us to keep the noise down then left which was the cue for quite a few of my classmates to start asking me some questions: - “Are you really going to the Leaver’s Ball wearing just some paint?” “Why didn’t you paint your pussy and clit?” “Do your parents know what you’re planning on doing?” “Who painted you?” “When did you get it done?” “How long does it last before it starts coming off?” “Can you go swimming like that?” And a few more that aren’t worth mentioning. I tried to answer them as honestly as I could although I didn’t tell them that I’d orgasmed when Mike Barlow was putting the paint on me. After the questions stopped Seth came over to me and asked me if I was okay. When I said that I was he asked me if I knew what was showing. “What do you mean Seth?” I asked as I looked down my front. Okay, my nipples were making pokeys but that was no big deal so I waited for Seth to answer me. “Lea, you’re sat on a desk with your feet on a chair, your knees are higher than your butt and you’re wearing a short skirt.” Seth said. Two and two instantly became four, I giggled and said, “Oops,” but I didn’t move. “I can, and anyone else who cares to look,” Seth said, “can see your wet pink slit and clit Lea. Not that I’m complaining it’s just that I thought that you should know.” “Thanks Seth, but I don’t really care. Everyone in here has seen them already so what’s the big deal?” “So you enjoyed your little striptease did you Lea?” “Fuck yes, you should have seen the faces, especially the nerds, I was probably the first naked girl that they’ve ever seen and them looking made me tingle.” “Jeez Lea what’s happened to you? You’re such an exhibitionist now.” “I guess that I am, but it makes me feel good.” “Then go for it mate. Don’t forget to go and see the nurse at lunchtime.” “I won’t, I need to feel yours and Noah’s cocks inside me hopefully tonight before my dad gets home.” “I want to loose my virginity to you as well Lea.” “Hey, they say that your first time is a disappointment, that it hurts the girl too much and that the guy shoots off too quick so just in case that’s true can we plan another session for tomorrow evening as well?” “Sure, every night this week if you want Lea.” “Oh, not Friday, I’ll be having another paint job and I don’t want yours and Noah’s cum running down my legs at the Ball. Well not at the start of it anyway.” The conversation ended and we both started talking to other people and I didn’t take my feet off the chair. I noticed a couple of the boys looking at my bare legs and tried to work out if the angle was good for them to be seeing my slit and clit. All of which kept my pussy tingling and my nipples hard. At lunchtime I went to the nurse’s office. Nurse Emily is a great person, so friendly and so understanding. I didn’t need to go to see her very often, thankfully, but when I had she always showed a lot of empathy. She came to our classes a couple of times and gave us talks on sexually transmitted diseases and we always felt that we could ask her anything, and we did. Anyway, I timed it badly as she was eating her sandwiches when I knocked on her door but she didn’t mind. As she finished eating what was already in her mouth she put the lid back on her sandwich box and pointed to the visitor’s chair. “I remember you telling us that you can supply us with the contraceptive pill Emily, is that still the case?” I asked. “Yes Lea, it is, but before I can just hand them over I need to ask you a few questions and do a quick examination.” The questions I had expected, but an examination I hadn’t and I got a little nervous when I realised that she would see my paint job and wet pussy. The questions were nothing that I hadn’t expected and I answered them honestly, even the ones about what objects I had inserted into my vagina, then Emily asked me to take my skirt and knickers off then get up on the examination table as she went and locked the door. Emily turned from locking the door and saw me just as my skirt hit the floor and she saw my painted bikini bottoms. I saw her smile then she said, “I’ve painted a bikini on me a few times, well my husband has, it’s a great feeling being able to walk around in public like that isn’t it?” I shouldn’t have been shocked at the admission but I was a little. That quickly passed and I replied, “Yes, I even went to the pub like this last night.” “Wow Lea, you are brave, I settled for open air concerts and the odd park.” As I climbed up Emily attached the stirrup things and I lifted my legs up and rested them on the metal. “I see that you have the same problem that I had, they really do need to invent a paint that doesn’t come off so easily when it gets wet with certain types of moisture. Now Lea, I just need to open you up and check that everything looks okay, it won’t hurt you.” “It’s cold.” I said as the speculum touched my entrance. “Yes Lea, you have lost your hymen, this won’t take long.” Emily replied as I felt the speculum go further inside me. I watched as Emily bent over putting her head right in front of my pussy. I could feel her breath as she shone a torch up my vagina. “That feels nice.” I said, and I was a little disappointed when within seconds Emily was stood up straight and the speculum was sliding out of me. “Everything looks good Lea, just one more thing to check.” I hadn’t been expecting Emily to touch then rub my clit and I instantly gasped then sighed then moaned. Within seconds an orgasm exploded out of me and I saw Emily stand back smiling as she watched the waves crash over me. “Wow, sorry,” I said, “I wasn’t expecting that to happen.” “I was, and it’s good that it did, it proves that you are a normal, healthy young woman Lea.” “If you were expecting me to cum why did you do it?” “Because it’s the procedure Lea, I have to follow it. You’re not complaining are you?” “No, I love having orgasms.” “So do I Lea.” Emily replied as she lowered the stirrups then told me that I could get off the table and put my skirt back on. I did then went and sat on the visitor’s chair whilst we chatted a bit more. Then Emily handed me a box of pills and a prescription to get some more as she told me that they would be effective as soon as I took the first one. “Good,” I replied, “because I’m planning on having sex either tonight or tomorrow night with my best mates.” “Mates? As in plural Lea? Would that be Noah and Seth?” “Yes, I promised them that they can both fuck me when I get on the pill.” “Okay, your choice Lea, do I need to remind you all about having sex with multiple partners.” “No Emily, Seth and Noah are virgins as well and it’s only going to to be us 3 over the summer but I don’t know what will happen when I go to university.” “Well you remember what I told you in class and look after yourself Lea.” “Thanks Emily, I intend to. Will you be at the Leaver’s Ball on Friday?” “I was intending to come along, why” “Well I can’t give you the details but a tradition may get broken.” “Intriguing Lea. See you there then.” I went straight to the vending machines in the sixth form building, got myself a drink and took my first pill. Then I went looking for Seth and Noah. I found them outside sitting on the grass talking with a few others friends. I sat on the grass not even thinking about my skirt being a lot shorter than my old, regular school skirt. After a few minutes talking I noticed that some of the boys sat there were looking at my legs. It didn’t take me long to realise that they were looking up my skirt and I didn’t care, in fact it started my pussy tingling again. The afternoon was relatively like the morning, except that I didn’t strip off, and before long we were on the bus going home. The 3 of us went to my house where Seth and Noah watched me get naked then we went over the road to let Mike Barlow check his paint job. Mike inspected my tits and the paint straps then told me to get up on the 2 chairs that were already out the back of his house. My tingling got stronger as Mike’s head got close to my pussy. “Hmm.” Mike said, “I was half expecting that, you’ve been aroused for too long Lea, apart from your slit and clit the paint is doing good. Do you want me to touch you up? With paint that is.” I giggled a little at the thought of old Mike fingering me and rubbing my clit then I said, “No, not much point with the paint Mike but you can still touch me up if you want Mike.” “Probably true about the paint Lea. At your age I’d expect you to be aroused all the time, especially in this weather and you wandering around like that. Okay, lets see how long the rest lasts and I’ll see you on Friday afternoon.” When I got off the chairs I kissed Mike on his cheek, thanked him then whispered, “I meant it about touching me up Mike.” Then we left. As we walked away I said to Seth and Noah, “So where are we going to do this? You do know that it will won’t be too good the first time don’t you” “Yeah,” Seth replied, “but we’ve got around 3 months to practice, we should be good at it by then. Since we are near your house and your dad won’t be home for a couple of hours how about your back lawn?” “Works for me.” I replied. When we got to the back of the house I said, “How about we do it cowboy style the first time so that I can control how much it hurts me? It’s supposed to hurt the first time and don’t want you animals just ramming your cock inside me.” Both guys agreed and I told the to flick a coin to see who goes first. Seth won and I told him to drop his jeans and get on his back. As he did so I said, “Nice cock Seth.” “You’ve seen it before loads of times.” Seth replied. “Not like that I haven’t, I didn’t expect it to get that big.” “Wait until you see mine.” Noah said. I knelt both sides of Seth’s hips then said, “Here goes, you can play with my tits if you want Seth.” As I lowered myself I shuddered. It was the combinations of Seth’s hands twisting my nipples and my opening touching his cock. “That feels nice.” I said as I savoured the feeling before lowering myself a little more. I moaned and wished that I’d done it years ago then lowered myself a bit more. “Oh fuck this is good.” I said and lowered myself until I felt his pubes tickle my pussy. I was just enjoying the feeling when I felt Seth’s cock twitch inside me then I felt a warm gush as he shot his load deep inside me. About a minute later Seth started apologising to me. “No apology necessary mate. That was new for me and it didn’t hurt as much as I expected. We both knew that it would be over quickly the first time but you’d better learn to hold off shooting it up me, I want fucking properly. Noah, drop ‘em mate.” I got to my feet and straddled Noah’s waiting cock. “Jeez you two, you’ve been hiding your big cocks for too long. I’m going to enjoy this summer.” With that I lowered myself onto Noah’s cock and sighed as I bottomed out. I’d just risen up and lowered myself twice when Noah’s cock felt like it got bigger then he too shot his load into me. I lowered myself and enjoyed the feeling until his cock started to soften. Standing up I sat between them with my legs spread wide. “That was better than I was expecting but things are a little unfair, both of you have shot your loads into me but I haven’t cum even once. What are you going to do about it guys?” Noah smiled then gently pushed my shoulders back. When I was flat on my back he said, “You play with her tits and I’ll play with her pussy. After 1 minute we’ll swap over and then keep swapping until she cums.” They did, but no one was timing the minutes, not that any of us were complaining. With some direction from me they both mastered the art of clit rubbing and I wondered how many times those 2 guys would make me cum before the summer was over. It was Seth’s finger that was rubbing my clit when I reached my peak, loudly telling them that I was cumming. Seth’s finger went faster and Noah used both hands to try to flatten my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. “Thanks guys,” I said when I was able to, “I needed that.” It was then that I told them that nurse Emily had made me cum at lunchtime. “Bloody hell, I wish that I needed checking to prove that I can cum.” Noah said. “She’s married mate.” Seth said. “So what, I could still fuck her.” “After Friday you may never see her again.” I said. “But if I do I might just ask her to check that I can cum.” Noah said. I changed the subject because the nurse Emily thread was going nowhere. “Guys, not now, but I want to learn how to give head, you eating my pussy and to have 69s. Are you 2 up for it?” “Hell yeah.” Seth replied, “and we can both fuck you at the same time, doggy style while the other is fucking your mouth.” “Can’t wait.” I replied. We just lay there for a bit before I decided that I’d better get the tea ready and the guys headed for their homes. All 3 of us with smiles on our faces. I was still essentially naked when dad walked into the house. After greetings dad asked, “Are you planning on spending the whole summer naked then Lea?” “Maybe, would that be a problem for you dad?” “Not at all, you’re over 18 so it’s your choice. So how did your last Monday at school go?” “A bit boring actually. There’s only so much that a group of young people can talk about.” “I see that some of the paint is coming off, have you been rubbing your chest up against something Lea, half the paint has gone.” I looked down and saw that half the paint was missing from my tits and I could see most of my pubes. “I don’t remember rubbing up against anything but I must have. I think that I’ll go and scrub the rest off after tea.” “I can easily setup that outdoor shower if you want Lea, you used to love showering outside.” “That would be great dad, thanks. Do you want me to wash the Land Rover?” “Okay, what have you done Lea, why are you trying to get into my good books?” “Nothing dad. I just want to make the most of my last summer here.” “Won’t you be coming back home between years at the university?” “Yes but I might be a different girl by then.” “I hope not, I love you just like you are.” “I’m naked dad.” “And I love you naked as well as with clothes on, although naked you remind me so much of your mother.” “Dad, if you want any help with missing mum I’ll help you any way that I can.” “No, Lea, thank you but we can’t, it wouldn’t be right.” “If you change your mind dad just let me know.” “Thank Lea, you’re the best, naked and clothed.” After tea I went and helped dad setup the outside shower then I got the jetwash out and cleaned the Land Rover, well the outside of it, I left the inside for dad to sort out. He could have had anything from dead sheep to plants in there and maybe still had. I didn’t look. After I’d finished I went and got my shower things and a scrubbing brush, and dad watched me washing and scrubbing my tits and pussy. I was sure that I’d have red marks where the paint straps had been. I kept asking dad if he could see anywhere that still had paint on and when I was happy that I’d got it all off I decided to have a shave, everywhere below my neck. Dad kept watched me and whenever I looked at him he just told me that I looked like mum. When I’d finished shaving, rinsed and dried I started to feel a bit guilty. Basically I’d put on a show for my father and he must have been suffering from a case of blue balls. “Are you sure that I can’t help you with anything dad?” I asked. Right then I was prepared to let my father fuck me but he wasn’t having any of it and I decided not to offer myself to him again, well not that day. If he wanted me then he knew how to ask. Having said that I had no intention of wearing any clothes for the summer and he’d have to live with seeing me naked all the time. I decided to leave my father alone for a while and I went for a walk. As I walked past Seth’s house he must have seen me because he came running after me shouting, “Hang on Lea.” I stopped and turned and waited. “You’ve washed your bikini off Lea.” “You’re so quick at times Seth.” I replied. “My mum asked me why you didn’t have any clothes on.” “What did you tell her?” “That you’d decided to become a naturist for the summer.” “What did she say to that?” “Oh right, I hope that it doesn’t rain.” “That’s all?” “Yep.” “Okay.” “Where are you going?” “No where, just fancied a walk, my dad watched me scrubbing the bikini off and I thought that I’d let him cool down a bit.” “Didn’t he want to fuck you?” “Probably but he doesn’t think that it’s right.” “It’s not like you’re going to get pregnant.” “No but I’m not sure that I want him to fuck me, I will if he asks but I don’t know about asking.” “Okay, shall we walk to the playground?” “Okay.” There was no one else at the kid’s small playground which was right next to the pub car park and we sat on the 2 swings and talked whilst idly going back and forwards. We watched a couple of cars come and go with the occupants looking over to Seth and me and possibly wondering if I really was naked. There was no doubt when we moved over to the climbing frame and we were both hanging upside down facing the car park when another car came in and parked quite close to us. Two young men got out and stared at us, well me. Seth and I continued talking while staring back at the men. “You okay love?” One of the men asked. “I’m fine thanks, just hanging around.” Both Seth and I laughed at my choice of words and the 2 men shook their heads, turned and walked towards the pub door and I wondered if they’d say anything to Ben, the landlord. Not that I was worried about that, Ben had seen me the night before and he certainly wasn’t complaining. About 10 minutes later we were still hanging upside down when we saw Ben walking towards us carrying 2 glasses of beer. Seth and I pulled ourselves up and then dropped to our feet. “What’s up Ben?” I asked, “Nothing, I just had a couple of men telling me that there was a naked girl literally hanging around out here.” “What did you tell them?” I asked. “That it was just the local naturist. Here have a drink.” “They weren’t upset or wanting to call the police were they?” Seth asked. “No, quite the opposite, they asked if there were any more like you around here Leanne.” “What did you tell them?” I asked. “To ask me again in 10 minutes.” “Huh?” “That gave me an idea Lea, how do you fancy working for me for a couple of evenings a week until you have to go to university?” “Keep talking.” I said but my brain was in overdrive guessing what he was about to say and what it would mean for me. “Well, sorry Seth but you and Noah haven’t got the right body parts for this job, you see I was wondering if Lea would like to learn how to work behind a bar on a Friday and Saturday evening dressed like you are now? I’ll pay you, give you some money for when you’re at university.” “So Ben,” I replied, “you’re offering to teach me how to pull pints, make other drinks and serve customers, and pay me, if I work naked?” “That’s why you’re going to university Lea, you’re bright and you worked it out. What do you say?” If Ben could have seen my pussy (it was starting to get dark), he would have known the answer. “Tell you what Ben, when we’ve finished those drinks I’ll bring the empties in and give you my answer, how’s that?” “Fair enough.” Ben replied and as he turned to walk back inside he added, “see you in a bit then.” “You’re going to do it aren’t you Lea?” Seth asked as we sat on the little fence and started to drink. “Yeah, I am.” “You want to show your tits and pussy to all the punters don’t you?” “Yep.” “You’ll be horny all night won’t you?” “Yep.” “Well if you want to call on Noah or me on your way home we’ll help you with that little problem.” “It’s good to have mates that you can rely on, thanks.” “You’re welcome.” “You 2 are still going to fuck me every day as well.” “I was hoping that you’d say that Lea.” We finished the drinks, Seth headed for home and I took the empty glasses into the pub. As I walked I was a little nervous. Okay I’d been in the pub the night before wearing only some body paint but this time absolutely everyone would be able to see that I was totally naked. All eyes turned as I walked in and over to the bar, the locals not looking for that long, but the city people staring for much longer. “Thanks Lea,” Ben said as we looked at each other. I nodded my head and Ben loudly said, “Ladies and gentlemen, for any of you who don’t know this is Leanne and starting on Saturday she will be working here on a Friday and Saturday evening and I’m pleased to say that right now she is wearing her 18 year old work uniform.” I was a little embarrassed at that moment but that didn’t stop me looking around at all the people. The few women in there looked indifferent but the men all had smiles on their faces. I felt the tingling in my pussy get quite a bit stronger. Ben motioned for me to go round to the other side of the bar where he took my hand and led me to a quiet corner. “Lea, thank you so much, I guessed that the offer would please you. It’s obvious that you are an exhibitionist and as such you need opportunities to show yourself to as many people as possible. I’m sure that word will get out and the place will be full of city people coming to look at you. I know that you need a bikini painting on you for Friday but after that please don’t let Mike put a brush on you again, I need you exactly as you are now, naked and horny.” “How do you know that I’m feeling horny right now Ben?” “How could you not be? Besides your nipples look like they could cut glass and your clit looks to be throbbing.” I couldn’t deny it and I replied, “Okay, you got me, but aren’t you just doing this to get more punters and therefore more money?” “Not totally true Lea, it means that I can look at your gorgeous body all the time. And I know that it’s what you want. Am I right or am I right?” “You’re right Ben, and thank you.” “Just one rule for now Lea, I don’t mind the punters having a quick feel but anything more is off-limits, well at least until closing time and I’ve locked the doors.” “Okay, I’ve already worked out that it’s the tease factor that excites men.” “That’s very true Lea, a girl that’s good at that can get absolutely anything that she wants. You may like to develop that talent when you’re working here.” “Thanks again Ben, and you can have a quick feel anytime that you want. I’d better be going now, I need my beauty sleep and I’ve got to decide what to wear at school tomorrow.” “You’re not going to school like that then?” “Err no, not very appropriate. I don’t suppose for one minute that the kids would mind, it’s just the narrow minded teachers and parents.” “Too right. Okay, see you on Saturday evening around 6 Lea. If I don’t see you before.” I left the pub, waving at the locals that I knew then walked home. As I walked I thought about what I could wear to school because I didn’t want to wear that denim skirt every day. I had a couple of ideas and when I got home I dug out some old summer dresses that I hadn’t worn for years. Picking one I tried it on. It was short, very short, thin cotton, sleeveless with spaghetti straps, buttons from top to bottom and quite tight round my chest. It would do and if a button or two popped open it would be just tough. Dad was already in his bed so I took the dress off, went and cleaned my teeth then lay on top of my bed. I had an itch that needed attending to. ***** I was up before dad and when he came down for his breakfast I told him about my new job. He smiled and told me that he’d have to go to the pub every Friday and Saturday from now on. “But you do that now dad.” “Yes but I’m going to make sure that I don’t miss a night of watching my favourite daughter flaunt her naked body in front of lots of unknown men.” “You’re only daughter dad.” “Unfortunately I know that, it would be great if I had 2 or 3 daughters all running around with no clothes on.” “Dad, I’ve told you.” “Don’t go there Lea, it’s too tempting.” “I love you daddy.” “And I love you too princess.” We both had our breakfast then dad went to the bathroom and I went and put the dress on. Dad was coming out of the bathroom as I went in and he said, “Wow, I haven’t seen that dress for a few years, you look cute in it even if you butt is hanging out of the back.” “No it’s not dad.” I cleaned my teeth then went back to my room, looked at my butt in the mirror and decided that dad was joking. Well, providing I was stood up all the time. As usual we left home about the same time and as I waved to him I saw Noah and Seth walking towards me. “Cute dress Lea.” Noah said, “are you trying to drive the guys at school crazy? I’m assuming that you have nothing on under it.” I didn’t answer Noah, instead I turned my back to him and bent at the waist. “Hold it right there Lea.” Seth said as he came up behind me, grabbed my hips and dry humped me a couple of times. “You can do that for real when we get home this afternoon.” I said as I stood up straight, “we’ll have to try it standing up.” The driver gave me a double-take as I got on the bus but he didn’t say anything and we walked to our usual seats near the back. Seth took the window seat, me next to him and Noah across the aisle. As I sat down I felt the plastic of the seat on my pussy and when I looked down I could see my slit and clit. Even at that time of the morning it was out, hard and wanting some attention but it wasn’t going to get any from me. However, Seth had seen it as well and his hand moved to my bare thigh and he started gently rubbing my clit. “Stop it Seth.” I said, “you’ll make me cum.” “That’s the idea Lea, I think that every time that we get on this bus for the rest of the week, one of us should rub your clit until you cum.” “Oh my gawd, someone might see.” I replied. “Or hear you when you cum.” Seth replied. “Bloody hell mate,” I replied as I spread my knees, “I thought that I was the one turning into a sex maniac but it’s you two as well.” “Not complaining are you Lea?” Noah asked. Seth did make me cum, and that was before we’d got even half way there. We went to our classroom and got our attendance mark then went into the other, same year classroom where the mainly boys were already talking, sitting on the desks and generally killing time. I went and sat on an empty desk at the back and it wasn’t long before one of the girls said, “Painted bikini come off Lea.” Okay, the ties round my neck had gone but she wasn’t looking that high up my body. “Bloody hell,” I thought, “I didn’t think that Eve was a lesbian.” Eve’s comment was heard by some nearby boys and before long half the boys were looking up my skirt and I did nothing to cover my pussy. After a few minutes of me letting them and them not stopping looking I said, “I’m guessing that you didn’t get enough yesterday, anyone would think that you’ve never seen a pussy before, do you want to take a photograph of it?” None of them answered but a lot of phones came out and the flashes started. After a couple of minutes one of the boys said, “Get your tits out as well Lea.” “Jeez, you lot are desperate.” I replied as I started unbuttoning my dress. When they were all unfastened I held the sides open and said, “There, satisfied?” The camera flashes were almost blinding but I stayed with my dress open until the flashes became less frequent then buttoned it up. Of course I got a lot of comments about me being a slut or being brave but I wasn’t bothered and I started talking to a girl who had been stood by me. About 15 minutes later one of the boys came back into the room and announced that we could play football on the sports field if none of the younger classes needed the pitch. That sounded better than just sitting around so out we went into the sunshine. One of the boys (Luke) took charge and asked for all those who wanted to play to come to the middle of the field. As nearly all the girls were wearing either jeans of shorts there was a lot of girls wanting to play, anything other than just sitting around. Luke looked around and did a bit of counting and was surprised that there were more girls than boys wanting to play. “Right, we can either pick teams and play shirts vs. skins or girls vs. boys.” The boys were grinning but too many girls said that they wouldn’t take their tops off so it was girls vs. boys. Before we started playing Luke announced that we were playing for fun, it wasn’t to be taken seriously and that there was to be no rough tackling. That seemed to please some of the girls. I was the only girl playing who was wearing a dress or skirt and I’d played football with Seth and Noah many times and actually managed to run rings around them some of the time but no one else there knew that. The self appointed referee, Luke, started the game and it soon became obvious that I was a target for the boys. I could easily dribble around most of the boys but after I’d got the score 3 up to the girls then some of the boys started getting a bit rough and it wasn’t long before I was knocked over. Now I’m sure that you remember that I was wearing a very short skirt and it being lose fit and very thin, when I went down it went up. My body below my waist was on display for all to see and I was smiling. A boy’s hand appeared in front of me to help me up and the game resumed. It wasn’t long before it happened again, but this time when I went down I made sure that my legs were well apart. My spread pussy was there for all around to see. I quickly got up, straightened my dress and waited for the game to restart. I managed to keep away from the ball for a while, firstly to have a bit of a rest, and secondly to let the other girls get involved and I have to say that they appeared to be having fun, especially when I heard Mandy say, “Come on girls, we can beat them, they’re only boys.” After a few minutes I started to run for the ball again and it wasn’t long before I was about to score when I got tackled by 2 boys. This time when I went down I suddenly felt fresh air on my body. As I lay there on my back I realised that all the buttons on my dress had popped open. I was essentially naked, on my back with my legs spread, on the school sports field. And what’s more, I was a bit winded. I just lay there until Luke came over to me, stared at me for a couple of seconds then said, “Are you alright Leanne?” “I think so, just give me a minute or so.” By then most of the boys had gathered around me and were staring at my naked front, and I was loving it. The tingling started and I felt my pussy get wet. After I didn’t think that I could drag it out any longer I sat up, looked down at my front and said, “Well you could have told me guys.” “Why?” Andy asked. ”A girl has to have her modesty.” I replied. “Who you? Naw.” And said, “You ain’t got any of that Lea.” He was right, I wasn’t the same girl that I was a few weeks ago. I said nothing as I buttoned up my dress. “That was a foul.” Luke announced, “penalty to the girls.” The other girls let me take it and I scored. By then the score was girls 4, boys 3. I backed away from the action for a while again and soon the boys equalised. As the game went on the tingling in my pussy started to disappear so I got back into the game and ‘engineered’ another tackle from the boys. Down I went and again the buttons on my dress popped open, possibly helped by me not fastening them all when they first came undone. Again I lay there on my back fully exposed with my legs open. Luke came over and stood between my feet. “Are you okay Lea?” “I think so, the boys are playing too rough.” Luke put a hand out to help me up but I could see that he, and 3 other boys were staring at my spread pussy, my wet, spread pussy. The tingling made me shiver and I slowly put out my hand for Luke to pull me up with. I was stood right in front of Luke with my dress open and him looking down at my bare tits with their rock hard nipples. “Maybe we should play something else?” I suggested as I started buttoning up my dress from the bottom. “What did you have in mind Lea?” “Rugby.” I replied. Luke’s eyes lit up.” “No, touch rugby, if it’s just touch rugby there’s no need for the boys to get rough.” That sounded reasonable to Luke but I just knew that some of the boys would get a bit rough especially with me because I’d be giving them a run for their money and there was a chance that they would be able to cop a feel of my tits and maybe my pussy as well, and that idea appealed to me. Luke called everyone over and explained what we’d talked about. At first some of the girls said, “No way,” but Luke added, “Touch rugby, not proper rugby, all that is needed is a quick touch of the arm and the ball holder has to pass the ball. Girls, no touching the boys on their cocks or balls and boys no touching the girls on their tits or pussies. Any complaints that anyone is getting too touchy or feely and the game ends.” That sounded reasonable to the girls and Luke asked one of the boys to go and get a rugby ball. Soon, both teams were lined up and the game started. It was like the boys knew which girls tits they could grab and get away with it. As I watched I had to agree with the boys assumptions. We’d all knew which girls put out and it was them who go their tits groped. That was until they got to me. Seth and Noah had never told me about any rumours about me but after my displays of the last 2 days I guessed that they assumed that I’d be up for anything, and anything I got. The girls always seemed to pass the ball to me which was probably my fault for hanging around the play. I could out-run most of the boys and it was easy for me to pick a boy that I wanted to grope me. All I had to do was run straight into him. And every time that I did that we ended up on the ground with either my dress up around my waist, the top buttons open, the bottom buttons open or all of them open. Each time that I got to my feet and fastened the buttons again I was so pleased that they just popped open and didn’t rip something because I wanted to be able to wear that dress again. I was so pleased that 2 of the times that I ran into a boy, and we went down, I discovered one of his hands on my pussy as he rolled off me. I was liking that game. Eventually we stopped playing and I suspect that no one knew the score. Back in the classroom it was getting near to lunchtime and I was just thinking about what to get to eat when a girl, Grace, came up to me and said, “Lea, I didn’t know that you could play football or rugby, without you we’d have been massacred. I’m guessing that you didn’t mind the rough tackling and your dress nearly getting ripped off you.” “Hell no, I don’t know what’s got into me lately but I just want to expose myself to men all the time. I’ve even got a holiday job as a naked barmaid.” “You haven’t; oh my gawd. Hey everyone, Lea’s going to be a naked barmaid.” “Thanks Grace.” I sarcastically replied, but I didn’t really mind, in fact I hoped that some of them would come and see me. “Where, when?” One of the guys asked. Noah came to my rescue, “Our village, every Friday and Saturday evening.” “Gee thanks MATE, why don’t you tell the whole school?” I sounded mad that Noah had told everyone but he knew that it was quite the reverse. “What’s every Friday and Saturday evening?” A teacher’s voice asked. Of course one of the not so bright boys had to give the new arrival all the details and I blushed a little at the thought of one of my teachers seeing me naked in a pub. “Well Leanne, I have to say that I’m surprised, all your education and a place at university and you end up as a naked barmaid.” “No sir, it’s just for the summer to get some money to pay my university fees.” “Well I would have thought that you could have found a better way of earning some money.” “Maybe she wants to be a naked barmaid?” I male voice from the back of the room said. “I doubt that.” the teacher replied, “You’ve still got a week Leanne, I’m sure that you can find a better way to earn some money.” “Yes sir, I’ll keep looking.” I lied. “Well,” the teacher turned to face most of the kids and continued, “I saw you all playing on the sports field earlier, at least you were getting some exercise instead of just sitting around, well done everyone. Have you thought of using the gym, there are plenty of free periods, maybe you could do some yoga, play badminton or setup an obstacle course. I’m sure that you could think of something that you all can get involved in.” With that the teacher turned and walked away leaving a few brains ticking over at the suggestion. After lunch we went back to the sports field and just hung around talking and enjoying the sun. Nobody could decide what we could do in the gym during the periods that it wasn’t being used but some of us decided to bring out sports clothes with us the next day just in case someone thought of something that all, or most of, us could do. That was a minor problem for me as there was no way that I was going to wear my sports shorts ever again, but I remembered that I had a little white swimsuit cover-up at one time and I hoped that I could find it and that it would be suitable. When we were sat around on the field I just knew that my pussy would be on display, my butt was instantly being tickled by the grass and whatever way I sat people would be able to see up my short skirt or see my pussy if I sat with my knees to one side. Somehow it worked out that I was sat facing most of the boys and I soon forgot about how I was sitting. All they had to do was look my way and they’d see my pussy and I didn’t care. Whenever my eyes met with one of them who had been looking at my pussy I’d smile and go all tingly. I was having a nice, arousing day. Eventually it was time to catch the bus home and it was Noah that sat beside me. I put my knees up against the seat in front and spread them as far apart as I could and Noah started playing with my clit. He made me cum before we were half way home and I swore that the next day I would ask them to swap places so that they both could make me cum before the journey ended. As soon as we got to my house my dress was off and I was on my knees and elbows waiting for one of them to fuck me. Seth went first and this time he lasted well and I was close to cumming when I felt him go as deep as he could then fill me with his cum. It wasn’t until Noah took over that I orgasmed but as he kept going until he’d cum his continuous thrusting made me cum again. Collapsed on the grass I asked my mates what they wanted to do before it was time to get tea ready. Five minutes later we were on our bikes riding towards the woods, me as naked as the day I was born and with both my mates cum seeping out of me and making the saddle a lot more slippery. I again got a lot of pleasure riding my bike with nothing between my pussy and the saddle and it was a very aroused me that raced around the path trying to stay ahead of Seth and Noah. As we raced along we passed a man out walking his dog. We’d seen a car parked near the entrance to the woods and I guessed that we might see someone. We came up on him from behind so I didn’t get to see his face as I raced passed him although both Seth and Noah later told me that the man had looked quite confused when he turned to see them approaching him. We stopped at the entrance / exit and I slid forward off the saddle and stood with my feet on the ground, my pussy cooling down a little on the metal crossbar. I was glad that I’d got a boy’s bike. Even more so when Seth suggested that I wheel it back and forwards a bit so that it was rubbing along my slit. “So if you did that for long enough would you cum?” Seth asked. “Probably.” I replied, “I need some knobbly bits taped to it to make it more pleasurable.” “You need one of those saddles with a dildo sticking up through it.” Noah said. “I never thought of that.” I replied, “where did you get that idea?” “I saw one on a porn site, some Japanese girl riding around town with a dildo going up and down inside her. She looked to be enjoying herself.” Noah said. “Can you make one for me please guys?” I asked. Both guys had always been better at mechanical things than me but I still fixed my own bike and things that I needed. “We can go and see old Blackie, he used to make all sorts of stuff.” Seth suggested. “He was a Blacksmith, I don’t want a horse shoe sticking up through my saddle.” “No but he’s clever with making things he might have some ideas.” Seth added. “Why don’t you put a notice up in the pub when you start there on Saturday Lea?” Seth suggested. “Yeah right, what would it say? Wanted, someone to modify bike so that it fucks every girl that rides it.” “Yeah, why not?” Noah asked. “Well I’m not going to do that.” I replied. Anyway, it’s probably time to go home now. We set off pedalling towards home, me in the lead as usual, and me sliding my pussy from side to side on the saddle. Just before we got to my home daddy’s Land Rover passed us and he pipped the horn. At my house Seth and Noah kept going to their houses and I got off my bike. “You looked like you were enjoying that ride Lea, wasn’t it a bit uncomfortable? Do you want me to lower the saddle for you?” Daddy asked. “No thanks, it might be uncomfortable but it is nice.” Daddy looked me in the face then said, “Oh I understand but you be careful, make sure that you know what’s going on around you.” “Yes dad, thank you dad, am I late getting tea ready?” “No love, I managed to get off early so you’re not going to get your bum smacked.” “You haven’t done that to me for years dad, would you really do that to me? I’m 18 now.” “No Lea, I wouldn’t. If for no other reason than I think that you would enjoy it.” “Would I? Did mum enjoy being spanked?” “Yes she did.” “So will you spank me please?” “No I won’t, you’re too big a girl for her father to be spanking you, especially on the bare.” “What if I was a naughty girl?” “Lea. Don’t push me.” “Sorry daddy, I’ll start the tea. You go and put your feet up and I’ll bring a beer to you.” “You’re too good to me Lea.” I smiled and started getting the tea ready. After tea I decided to use the outside shower again and daddy came and watched me take a much shorter shower although I did shave my pits, arms, legs and pussy, all with daddy watching me. I stayed at home that night because I had some clothes to wash and some other clothes to sort out. I wanted to sort out what I was going to wear for school for the rest of the week. *****

Shy Becomes An Exhibitionist by Treasure_Island Shy Becomes An Exhibitionist Ch. 01 A shy girl becomes exhibitionist. Hi, To tell about me I am shy Indian girl. I am from Kerala one of the southern state of India. Here most of the girls are conservative in nature. The same as I mentioned above I am very shy girl. I live with my mother and father. Now I will tell you the incident that made me an exhibitionist. It was my cousin sister's marriage, behalf of marriage two days earlier my parents and I had traveled from city to their village, my cousin's house was a small one. It had only two bedrooms, since there were too many relatives one room was occupied by male relatives and other was occupied by female relatives. It was afternoon, we all female relatives had gathered in the room which was allotted to females. All my aunties were busy talking about the marriage, suddenly my body started to itch and within minutes my skin started getting rashes, I informed my mom. Then she bought some coconut oil and asked me to undress so that she could apply some coconut oil to the rashes, but I was feeling awkward because I till then hadn't even been naked in front of my mom alone but now there were more than eight aunties, but I had no other option, so I removed my chudidar top and bottoms revealing my white set of bra and panties then I noticed that all the eight pairs of eyes were on me, I was thinking how would it feel to stand naked in front of eight all clothed women, then my mom told me to remove my inner wear, then I slowly proceeded with my bra clasp revealing my big breasts for the world then I caught hold the sides of my panties and slowly slid it down revealing my bushy pubic hair and finally my pussy. Then I started to oil myself without even daring to look up, when I finished oiling I saw that all my aunties had ignored me and started with their chit chats. But I was still on my own feeling of shy, but after some hundreds of seconds the shy feeling which I had earlier had vanished and the thought of standing there naked in front of so many people made my pussy to tickle. After few more minutes my nipples was hard and my pussy was so wet that I was scared that my juices would flow through my thighs. After about an hour my mom told me to take bath, then I headed towards bathroom as soon as I locked the door I directly thrust my fingers into my pussy which was waiting for the attention within few strokes my organism was on the way and for the first time I masturbated and after a while my last waves organism receded. After my bath when I was dressing I felt like why was dress introduced to humans. Then I thought of planning for further such opportunity to get naked in front of people. ***** After my cousin's marriage my parents and I returned to our city flat. As usual my father left for his job at 7 in the morning my mother was watching news sitting on the couch when I joined her she switched off the television and asked me was I feeling uncomfortable wearing dress on. I was shocked to hear my mom's words, but my mom told me that she had observed that how my nipples were hard when I was naked in front of my aunties, by hearing this I felt embraced, then my mom told me don't feel embraced it is your wish to dress or stay naked at home but you should dress up before your father returns from work. Telling that my mom left to the kitchen. I felt happy and for the first time I undressed there in the hall and stood naked. Then I went throughout the house naked. Afternoon my mom called me for lunch and then I had my lunch naked. My mom told me that I looked beautiful naked. When it was time for my dad to return from work I dressed myself. Next morning I got up late because I wanted my dad to leave when I got up. I got up from my bed I already had slept naked, so I directly went to the kitchen to see my mom, my mom greeted me by pinching my right nipple then I had my breakfast and went to the living room as I sat on the couch I felt somewhat turned on and I slowly started to rub my pussy there on the living room then slowly I reached for my organism I closed my eyes it was an intense organism when I opened my eyes there was my mom standing there in front of me, I apologized to her, but she suddenly ran her finger through my slit and told me it was ok. Then it was evening, I was watching television then I suddenly heard the main door open, and I was shocked to see my father was back earlier than other days. He stood there on the door step watching naked me this was the first time I was standing naked in front of a man. Suddenly my mom entered the living room and dragged my dad towards their room meanwhile I rushed to my room and wore my dress. When I was back to the living room my dad was sitting on the couch. I apologized to him, but he told me that he knew my problem it was ok for him if I was naked in front of him. I was happy listening to him I didn't know what my mom had told him. so I decided to give my dad a strip tease, so I slowly started with my top and then removed my pyjama now I had noticed there was tent on his shorts forming, then I proceeded with my panties now there I was standing stark naked in front of my dad his eyes were glued on my breasts from that day I decided that I would never dress inside the house. But the next day it was my period days now there was no other option than dressing myself as I woke up I dressed up and went to kitchen. My mom was shocked to see me fully dressed I told her what was the reason behind the dress. Then I was happy again by hearing my mom's words, she suggested me to use tampons rather than sanitary napkins. So I bought some tampons from medical store near me and inserted it into my pussy and again I was naked. ***** Months passed away from the day I started to realize that I was an exhibitionist now there was a need to take my exhibitionism somewhere outside from my home. Then I planned for it and my next story will be written on that adventure ... Shy Becomes An Exhibitionist Ch. 02 Exploring my exhibitionism... By now it is almost a month from the day I have begun my exhibitionism. This morning I decided to go for a run. I was all set for run, wearing my tight sweat pants and a very thin and tight white cotton t-shirt through which my nipples trace could be seen clearly. I had decided a place where most people of my city would come for walk or jog. After experiencing glance by many pairs of eyes on my poking nipples I reached the park. I was happy to see the park was almost crowder than usual, so that I would get many audience for my show. I started my run with slow pace and within minutes I was on good tempo, by now my boobs were jiggling because I hadn't wore any of my inners. Majority of the crowd had started concentrating on me because all the other girls who were running had their sports bra inside. I was so turned on by the glances I was getting from all the men and women around there, which made my blue sweat pants to get a wet spot on it showing impression of camel toe in front. By now it was so wet that most of the people were noticing both my boobs and my spot created by my dripping pussy. By now I somehow wanted to masturbate. But unpredicted it started to rain suddenly, all of them who had come to enhance their health ran towards the shed that was built inside park. I was totally disappointed, but only before I noticed my t-shirt was wet and had gone totally transparent, my nipples were on display for whom ever bothered to see. So I decided to walk towards the shed, however everyone would think that it was an accident. When I reached the shed everyone's eyes were fixed on my boobs. I acted as if I hadn't even noticed that my dress was transparent, but my tingling pussy was not letting me to act so. Within 15 minutes the rain stopped and I headed towards my home. Throughout the road I enjoyed my tingling pussy and the viewers. I reached my house and knocked the door, my mom greeted me with shocked expression on her face. As soon as I entered the main hall I removed my dress and threw it to laundry basket, and ran towards couch to finish me off. That night when I was on my bed I was thinking of adventure I had this morning and I wanted to be totally nude infront of people. In India there were no nude beaches our anything else, the only way to be nude in public was holy bath in the river. So I planned to ask my mom about holy bath. Next morning I got up naked as usual and went to kitchen, my dad was sitting on the couch I smiled to him and went inside kitchen to ask my mom about my last night's plan. I was happy she agreed for that, but she didn't know what my actual intention was on going for a holy trip. ***** FEW MONTHS LATER Morning we boarded the train, now it is evening we have reached our place, tonight we will book a hotel room and tomorrow morning we will leave for the holy bath, with the help of a taxi reached the hotel. My dad booked room for the night. As soon as we reached the room I removed my dress. That night we ordered dinner to be delivered to our room, my mother went to recieve the order, deliver boy saw me on bed with no clothes on, he intentionally delayed returning balance to my mom. Meanwhile I was teasing him by pinching my nipples, I was sure that tonight he will masturbate thinking of me. NEXT MORNING I was very excited this morning. We asked auto driver to drop us near the river. When we reached the destination my dad went towards one side of river that was reserved for men and we both went to the other side that was reserved for females. But unfortunately, men and women were not able see each other as there were many trees and other naturally formed shields between us. I saw there were more than hundreds of women bathing but none of them were naked other than small kids, every women there atleast had something to prevent their nudity. They had shall, peticot, slips and more like that but no-one of them were naked. My mom and I, we both were bit far from the river. When I started to remove my clothes, my mom asked me why was I removing my clothes, we should walk atleast about two minutes to reach the river. But I didn't mind to care for her words, I just removed all my clothes and gave them to mom, it was easy for me to remove my dress because I was not wearing any inners. All the women who were near us were looking towards me. I was enjoying my first public nudity. Then we both started to walk, I got hundreds of glances from many girls and women. By now my pussy was showing its reflexive action. After the walk we reached near the river, we both went behind a tree so that my mom could change her dress. My mom removed her saree and then her blouse and bra, she had breasts larger than me, they were slightly saggy, then she undid the knot of her peticoat and tied it above her breasts and finally she removed her white underwear, I was shocked to see even her underwear was wet. The cold water felt good on my hot pussy, there were many of them bathing but the difference was, the only naked was me. I preffered to stay above the water most of the time so that everyone will get good view of my breasts and also clean shaven pussy. Finally we finished our bath and reached behind the same tree where we had left our clothes. My mom removed her peticoat revealing her breasts and hairy pussy, there we were two naked women behind the tree. My mom dried herself and wore her set of chudidar but this time without her inners, because I already had threw her inners. My mom handed me the towel but I didn't accept the towel. Then we both walked the same distance that I had covered earlier without dressing, but this time totally wet. When I reached the earlier place there were more people than morning, I was feeling very special to be the only one naked there infront of so many people. So I asked my mom to click photos of me. She clicked many photos of naked me standing in middle of many dressed people. Then I dried myself and wore my dress back. After wearing my dress I lifted front hem of my mom's chudidar, as I had already planned I saw wet spot on her leggings. I slowly touched her wet pussy upon her leggings I felt how hot she was. Then we met my dad and returned to our hotel room. As soon as I reached our room I jumped on the bed and removed my dress and started to play with my pussy, I saw my dad was busy with his own work so I was not bothered about him. So I started to finger myself accompanying it with rubbing my clit. Finally I came there on bed covering my fingers with my juices. Then for the first time I tasted my own juices by licking my fingers. Next day we all boarded the train to our city home. Shy Becomes An Exhibitionist Ch. 03 Loosing virginity. Hey guys, after a long time I am back on my new adventure. It has been a long since my last story because I was busy with my job interviews, and finally I have secured a job far away from my hometown. I am living here in Goa sharing an apartment with my colleague. My colleague doesn't even have a hint that I am an exhibitionist. We both have seen each other naked like all other girls staying together in hostel or apartments do. The first time we both saw each other naked, we had compared each other's body. While she had small perky boobs I was having a medium shaped round boobs, her ass cheeks were of skinny girls compared to that I had a very good curvy ass cheeks, she had a good amount of pubic hair but I was bald out there although at present we both are bald, because she was fascinated after seeing my clean shaven pussy. The first time when she saw my toy collection, she had a shocked expression on her face. I remember, she had asked me "why do you alone need these many toys?". I had answered her question saying that "This is not my whole collection. I have left some of my collection at home for my mother". She was still more shocked to hear that even my mother knew this. At present, we both share my toy collection while watching porn together. She had also asked me, "why didn't I have any inner wear to wear for myself?". I had told her that "there was no use because my boobs were not saggy and also I hated getting panty lines on my western dresses." Fine, now I will narrate the story of my new adventure. From many days I have started searching for a suitable bikini for me on all online platforms available in India for shopping, but I was not able to find the suitable piece of bikini that I needed. So I decided to buy it from a shop in Goa. I always had only dreamt of wearing a bikini for beach and walking around, but now my dream was going to become real. I had decided on a beach where foreigners were more populated, so that I will not be filmed by any pervert guys. I saw the beach had many beautiful fair girls wearing bikinis and fair men wearing knee-length shorts or briefs. No girls wore more revealing bikinis, so I decided to buy the most revealing bikini from the store because I needed attention from every eye around there. When I planned my visit to beach I had decided to walk around naked but I was scared of being fined by the coast guards there. I searched for the best bikini store on the street and found one which appeared to have the sexiest bikinis. I entered the shop. There was one girl in her mid twenties hanging up different kinds of bikinis to showcase. "Good morning mam, how can I help you?" She asked, her face expressing the surprise of seeing an Indian girl inside a bikini store. "Good morning," I greeted her back and said, "I know that no Indian girl wears a bikini on an Indian beach except she doesn't have an Indian skin complexion." She smiled. "Can you get me some designs of g-string bikini?" I asked her. Firstly, she was shocked seeing an Indian girl inside her bikini store. Now I saw a different type of shocked expression on her face listening that a girl is asking for g-string bikini to wear it on an Indian beach. "Sure," she said and turned. "Hey wait," I called her and said "I know that no one wears revealing bikinis on Indian beach, but I want you to know that I am an exhibitionist," "Oh! You are good at recognising facial expressions," she said. " I will get you the best collection I have." I waited about two minutes, then she came back with three bikinis. "It took a little while to fetch this. I am sorry I don't have many revealing bikini collections because everyone who comes here buys only simple bikinis," she said. "It's ok, show me what you have." I was glad that she had properly guessed what type of bikini I needed. Out of three bikinis, one was white and one was neon and another one was radium orange. All the bikinis had the same amount of cloth in it, which would barely cover my crotch and areolas. "I have selected the cloth materials which would go transparent if it is wet, is it ok?" she questioned. "I can't get wet on this beach because of the salty water," I said, disappointed. "It will make me feel sticky." "I think you should try your size," she said. I picked up the white one and asked her the direction for the trial room. "Sorry mam, we don't have any trial room here but um...... I hope you won't mind changing here," she said and grinned. I saw around the shop, there was a glass wall at the front of the store and the other three sides had concrete walls. I imagined how it would feel if someone saw me from the front side of the shop. The thought itself made me feel wet down there. "It's ok for me to try the bikini here," I said and lifted the hem of my dress, which ended knee length and removed it. "Wow.....you don't wear your inner wear?" She questioned. First, I saw through the glass wall if I had any audience but there was none and then I replied to her that I had stopped wearing my inner wear from a long back. I took out the bikini top and held it against my boobs, and tied the string behind my neck and back. It didn't hide my boobs completely, but covered my areolas and a small part of skin. I pinched my nipples to make it hard, then I saw my nipple poking through the material. Next, I picked up the bikini bottom and slid it up. Till then I didn't know how wet I was. As soon as I wore my bikini bottom, my pussy was exposed through the material because as soon as I wore it, my pussy juice wetted the cloth and made the material transparent. Even the shopkeeper was surprised to see how wet I was. Then I checked the back part. It was perfect. A thread slid through my ass crack, which was widened further when it reached my pussy from down. "I think this set is perfect for me," I stated. "It suits you good," she told. "Please pack this white one," I said. "It is better you keep your belongings here and walk towards the beach, because there are no locker security facilities on the shore for you to keep your things safe," she informed. "Ok" I said and kept my dress inside the side bag and handed it to her, keeping a towel with me. My pussy was drenching my bikini bottom more and more because of the thought of walking a long distance to the beach. I knew that the only person to walk through the streets wearing the skimpiest bikini was me. I told the shopkeeper that I would collect my side bag later in the evening. She nodded and gave me a bottle of water and high heels. "I don't need water now," "It is not to drink, just spill it on your bikini," she said, making a naughty expression. I spill the water all over my bikini top and bottom. Now both the materials turned transparent. Then I removed my sandals and put on the high heels. After putting on those heels, I understood why she gave it to me. When I walked wearing those heels, my ass cheeks swayed to the sides and jiggled more than with sandals. I knew how every eye would penetrate through my body outside. "Now you can go," she said and smiled. As soon as I stepped outside the shop, I felt a tingle inside my pussy, which made me more confident. With my first step, I swayed my ass as far as possible. Heels had given me a good posture, which added some beauty to my sexy slender legs. Many guys stared at me on my way. I knew that most of them would have thought 'she is yet to reach the beach, but how is her bikini wet?'. Most of the guys were dissatisfied, because they did not know how to concentrate on boobs, jiggling ass and pussy at the same time. When I reached nearer to the shore, my bikini top had dried because of my body heat, but my bottom was still wet. I searched for a shop which sold water bottles to wet the material again. As I moved further towards beach searching for shop, I found two to three showers on the shore which were kept to help people clean their bodies, which would be drenched in sand while they return from the beach. I went near the showers, with towel and heels in my hand because I couldn't walk through the sand wearing that high heels. I again watered my top and turned out in the direction of the board, which read as locker facilities. Then I got to know that the shopkeeper had arranged a good platform for my exhibition. I walked on the beach where many foreigners were sunbathing. I stole every foreigners' attention with my transparent cloth. I spotted a place on the beach where it was most populated and lay my towel there. After a while, I saw a man lying about four to five steps beside me. He was wearing a yellow colour speedo. That speedo was only just capable of covering his genitals. His body was very well built. I felt somewhat turned on seeing his genitals. When I lifted my sight from his genitals to face, I felt embarrassed, because he was watching me all the while. I suddenly turned my gaze towards the beach. "Indian?" He asked, still facing me. "Yeah, what about you?" I asked, avoiding eye contact. "Indian" he replied. After this small conversation, there was an awkward silence in between us. "Where are you from?" I asked, still avoiding eye contact. "Mumbai, where are you from?" He asked. "Kerala," I replied, making eye contact for the first time. "I think it is better we move to some deserted place on this beach," he said. I saw his face with a shocked expression. "Why are you surprised? I just mentioned it, so that we can talk there in total silence rather than shouting here," he said. "Ok, let's go," I said and stood up, collecting my towel. We walked through the people around us and reached a little farther away from the beach. Throughout the walk, I walked a little front to him so that he would get a good view of my ass. "What about here?" he asked when we reached far away from the people. I nodded and spread my towel. "You look beautiful and sexy in this bikini," he said, and winked. "You too look hot and handsome," I replied. After having some useless talks, he suddenly placed his hands on my thighs and asked, "hope you know that your bikini has turned transparent". This question of him made me understand that he had thought that my bikini had turned transparent accidentally. His hand on my thighs felt awesome. I nodded and said that I am an exhibitionist. He then slowly started to move his fingers on my thighs. I thought should I deny his touch, but my pussy had control over my brain. "Are you committed to someone?" He questioned, now pressing my thighs smoothly. I shook my head. After rubbing my thighs for a while, he came closer to me and lifted my face by chin and placed a peck on my lips. His lips were warm and juicy. Then he moved back to his towel and sat on it. "Come and sit on my lap," he said. I got up from my towel and made sure that no one was watching us and sat on his lap, facing him. He then put his one hand behind my head and pushed it forward towards him, connecting our lips. We both kissed each other for some time, playing with our tongues and teeth. Then we both stopped to breathe, making eye contact. I saw his eyes were totally filled with lust. Then again, we both connected our lips, but this time his one hand was fondling with my boobs and I was feeling something hard near my genital area. He then slowly slid his lips towards my neck and started to lick it. He then further moved down, licking and kissing my upper right boob. After about ten seconds, he made a sudden halt. "You don't taste salty. How is your bikini wet?" he questioned. "I wetted it with a water bottle," I replied. "Hard exhibitionist," he said and again buried his head inside my cleavage. Then I removed my bikini and kept it aside and lay on my back. Meanwhile he removed his speedo brief and mounted upon me. He started to suck my nipples. Then he slowly moved towards my navel hole and started to lick around my navel hole and sometimes also poked his tongue inside my navel hole. After a while, he again came back up near my boobs and made me lift my hand and started to lick my armpit. Then again, he went down, licking my whole body. When he reached near my pussy, he skipped them and directly went near my thighs. He slowly licked and bit my thighs. Then he slowly started to lick my pussy and clit with the time interval. He licked my pussy till my leg started shaking for my first orgasm. Then and there, my juices flowed from my pussy into his mouth. He licked my pussy till the last drop and asked me to give him a blowjob lying on his back. I slowly examined his dick. It was brown but was not as big as that I saw in some porn videos. He was a bit hairy over there. After examining I slowly brought my hand towards his dick. It was hard, but still the skin felt very soft. Then I stroked his dick for sometime and started to lick its tip, gradually taking it inside till my throat. I had seen some girls licking balls in videos but his balls were hairy, so I decided not to lick them. After about two minutes, he told me to stop and made me lie on my back, spreading my legs. He then slowly entered into me. It was a lot more different from the dildo. It gave me more pleasure and butterflies inside my stomach. After some strokes in and out, I saw a couple walking on the shore in our direction. "Hey, there's someone coming," I said. I couldn't talk properly due to the pleasure. He saw in their direction, as they neared to us, his gentle strokes turned furious. He started to fuck the shit out of me. I was shaking to my next orgasm. I saw where the couple had reached. To my shock, they were watching us with a numb expression on their face. They had reached near to us and stopped a few meters away to see what was happening. As they watched us, I orgasmed there. When he saw the couple were watching us, he stopped fucking me and brought his dick near my mouth. I again took his dick inside my mouth. As soon as I took his dick inside my mouth, he drained his balls into my mouth and some on my boobs. It felt awkward to drink his cum but still it was tasty. Then I rubbed his cum on my chest to my boobs. We both kissed each other to the lips and only then we turned towards the couple. They both were smiling at us. They were also Indians and had come for a walk to the beach. They both were in their mid forties. Finally, they bid goodbye to us and headed towards their way. "I am sure that uncle will be hard on his bed today." He said. I laughed and said, "it is better that we both leave now." He nodded and stood up to walk our way back. We both wore our beach dress. I saw his dick it was so small and cute compared to that of before. When we reached near the public shower, I was feeling sticky all over my skin because of his cum and saliva all over my body. So I decided to take a shower there. After my shower, we exchanged our numbers and bid goodbye to each other. Once again, I was fresh and transparent after my shower. I walked all my way back to the store wearing my heels. "Good afternoon. How was your day?" the shopkeeper asked me. I told her the whole day's story, including the locker facility that I found on the shore. She was happy hearing to my story. Then I changed there inside the shop and boarded a cab to our apartment. *********************** I opened the door to the apartment and entered it. I searched for my colleague, but she was nowhere to be seen. Then I heard the sound inside the bathroom, which confirmed that she was bathing. I sat on the bed and thought of how I used to stay naked the whole day at home. I missed those days. As I thought of that, I was aware of my dress and removed it. When I searched for my night dress, my colleague came out of the bathroom. She was naked and had only wrapped a towel around her head. "I just came in and was changing my dress," I said, giving the reason for my nakedness. "It's periods time," she stated sadly. "It's ok" I said to comfort her and took out a pair of tight white shorts and a blue colour spaghetti strap camisole to wear. "Shit! " she screamed. "What?" I questioned. "I am out of my sanitary pads," she said. "I can help you out with my tampons," I told her. "Please give me one," she asked. Instead of wearing my dress, I fetched a tampon and gave it to her. "Thank you," she said and removed the tampon covers and tried to insert it into her pussy, but she was not able to insert it. "I can't do this," she said. "I will help you," I said and asked her to sleep in bed. We had seen each other naked before but we never had touched each others body. I went near her and told her to relax. Then, I caught hold of her knee and made her to spread her legs wide. "Wait!!" she screamed when I was about to touch her pussy. I saw her face with a confused expression. "Wash your hands before you touch it. It may cause infection over there," she said. I had never thought of washing my hands. I went inside the bathroom, washed my hands and came back. She was still lying on the bed with her legs wide. I went near her and sat in between her legs. Her pussy looked more delicate due to the impact of periods. I saw her face. She was a little anxious because this was the first time that anyone had touched her body. So I decided to tease her a bit. I placed my one hand on her thighs and directed the other one to the gap in between her anal hole and pee hole. I saw her face, she had closed her eyes, and she had fisted her hands clutching the bed sheet. I took both my hands and opened her pussy lips. She was already wet and her clit was also erect. I intentionally made her pussy to stretch its most possible. Her pussy walls had blood marks on it. I took out the tampon and inserted it inside her pussy, then I released her pussy lips. They closed the opening making tampon to disappear inside. "It's over," I said as I got up from the bed. "Can you please give me my dress? These cramps are not letting me move from here," she said, holding her stomach. "Don't mind about dress. Just put on that blanket and sleep. I will prepare for dinner," I said to her with a smile. She drew the blanket over her and closed her eyes. I knew she would wake up late, but still I decided to dress instead of being naked. I took up the white shorts that I had already fetched out from the wardrobe and wore it. My ass looked more firm in that tight shorts. Then I wore my camisole, which exposed a possible amount of cleavage. I loved wearing these types of dresses, but not more than that of staying naked. After wearing it, I fetched my phone out. It showed notification from the guy I had met earlier today. I had saved his name as "UNKNOWN". I opened his message. Unknown:- Free tonight? "yes, do you have any plan?" I replied. Unknown:- yup, how about pub? Me:- excited Unknown:- Meet me near sector 114 at 8 pm. Me:- ok :-) *************************** I was five minutes earlier than the time he had said. He stopped his car in front of me and opened the front door. I got in as he scanned my dress. "We are not going to any marriage function. We have planned to join a pub nearby," he said, pointing out my dress. "I don't wear exhibitionist dresses. I prefer accidental exhibitionism," I said. "Whatever, we are gonna buy a new outfit for you now," he said. "Your wish," I replied. We drove towards the mall, parking lot was on the 6th floor, which was the top floor of the building. 5th floor consisted of a pub and a film theatre. "We will buy you some dress and come back here," he suggested, standing in front of the pub we were supposed to go. I nodded, and we both got on the lift. We reached the ground floor and headed towards the shop where one man and three girls were appointed. As we entered the shop, the men who stood there came up to us with a packed dress in his hand and handed it to us. "Thank you," we both said in unison. We came out of the shop and once again boarded the lift. "You will change your dress once we reach the 5th floor," he said. "But where?" I questioned. "Girls washroom," he said. I was relieved that he didn't suggest that I change my dress behind the bushes or anything. I entered women's toilet and opened the packet he had given me. It consisted of a skater skirt and off shoulder top. I removed my dress and wore both the outfit I was given. The skirt ended a little above than my mid thigh, but I felt more exposed without any underwear. The top was off shoulder one, it extended from upper breasts till a little above my navel hole. Top didn't have any laces or straps to tie up with, it hung to my skin with its elastic material. Before I went outside, I checked myself in the mirror. It felt like a slut to wear such a short dress, because this was the first time I dressed this way. All my previous adventures were suitable for situations I was in. I folded my dress neatly and went out to see him standing there holding my handbag. "You are a hot chick for tonight!" He exclaimed. I felt shy and ended up answering Thank you. "Party will start at 9. How about some shopping?," he said. "I can't wear this dress," I said. I knew the consequences of dressing like a slut in India. "Ok, don't be too shy. There are other girls who wear these stuffs around. You will get to know once you enter inside," he said to comfort me and headed towards the pub entrance. There were two bouncers dressed in all black near the entrance who opened the door for us. As soon as I entered the pub, I felt a little relieved after seeing other girls in short skirts and tops. We both went to the table on the other end and sat on the sofa. He called the waiter and ordered tequila shots for both of us. "Sorry, I don't drink," I stated. "It is better to say I haven't rather than say I don't," he said, placing his hand on my thighs. I smiled. "Lift your skirt up," he said, looking into my eyes. I stood up and lifted my skirt and sat, placing my bare ass on the sofa. He then slowly slid his finger inside my pussy, only then I knew how wet I was. He then pulled out his finger and started to rub my clit till the waiter bought us the order. I saw around the pub now there were more people than earlier. There were more girls wearing short dresses. When the waiter reached to us, he placed his hands on the table. When the waiter went off, to my surprise, he took one ice cube from the ice bowl and placed it on my pussy. Suddenly, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I caught hold of his arms very tightly. He then slowly pushed ice cube after ice cube inside my pussy till four ice cubes were in. I felt like forcing them out, but it was creating wonders inside my pussy. After a few wonderful, amazing, extraordinary minutes, the water which flowed from my pussy formed a pool on the sofa. After all the ice cubes turned to water, I asked him to dance with me. "Sure, but there is a change to be made," "Change?" I questioned. "Yeah," he said, pulling down my off shoulder top till the upper part of my areola was visible. "Now you look awesome," he said. We both headed towards the dance floor and started to dance. Many boys stared at me and more on my half visible areolas. After about ten minutes, I felt like peeing. So I told him that I needed to pee and left the dance floor. I entered ladies washroom. It welcomed me with large mirrors and wash basins near the entrance. And about three toilets beside the mirror. I checked myself in the mirror. I felt aroused after watching the way how slutty I looked. I entered one of the toilet, lifted my skirt and touched my pussy. It still felt cold. I saw the stream starting from my pussy falling into the toilet. After I finished, I came out and saw a girl checking herself out in the mirror. She was wearing a red colour tube top that ended near her knee. It stuck to her body, making the panty line visible. "Hello" I greeted. "Hi" she said, turning back. "Is it necessary to wear a panty?" I asked her as I walked near the mirror. "Why are you asking that to me?" She asked, confused. "Your panty lines look worst. You better remove it," She checked herself and nodded. When she was about to lift her dress in order to remove her panties, I told her to stop. "Not here. Come with me," I said, pulling her hand. I took her out near the table where I was sitting earlier and asked her to sit and called the waiter. "Order please ma'am," the waiter requested. "Remove it and give it to him," I told to the girl. Both the waiter and she looked surprised. And to my luck, she removed her pink panties and gave it to the waiter. "Please put it in the dustbin," I told the waiter. After the waiter left, we both laughed and bade goodbyes to each other. Finally, after a minute, I found him on the dance floor and we both took our leave and he dropped me near my apartment.

Shelly Exposed by jeffstory Shelly Exposed Ch. 01 Shelly volunteers as a subject for a sex class. Shelly read the ad in the paper again, “$500 – Subject needed for University Class. Nudity required”. The last few weeks hadn’t gone well. She was let go from her job, and her savings were running out. Her interview were going well and she was sure at least one of them was going to come through, but meanwhile, she needed some cash to get through the next couple of weeks. Nudity required. What could that mean? Probably figure modeling for an art class. Well she wasn’t ashamed of her body, still firm and trim at 31 years old, she still had perky breasts, 36 B, and a cute shapely butt. Although she’d never really been nude in front of strangers, there was that time in Mexico with her ex-husband. He cajoled her into taking her top off, like some of the other women on the beach had. She had found herself strangely excited by exposing her breasts publicly, especially when she noticed the guys walking by staring intently at her. She wasn’t exactly sexually turned on, but she was excited by it. Excited enough, that despite the heat, her nipples had grown noticeably hard. She only became embarrassed when her ex had commented on it. Which made her put her top back on. In fact, they went straight back to the room and had some of the best sex she could remember. So she decided to call the number in the ad. An appointment for an interview was made for the next say. Shelly found the office at the university and knocked on the door. A female voice called for her to come in. The office looked like a typical professors office would. There were shelves, full of books, and a desk piled high with papers. Behind the desk sat an attractive woman, older than her, maybe in her early forties. She introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Dr. Hartwell. You must be Shelly. Thank you for coming. So, tell me a little about yourself.” Shelly responded without hesitation, “Well, I’m 31, divorced and I recently lost my job. To be honest, I really need the money. I’ve never posed nude before, but I’m sure that I can do it. Quite frankly, I’m a little surprised at how much you’re willing to pay. I didn’t think art class models got that much. How many classes would I have to model for?” “Just one.” Replied Dr. Hartwell. “But it involves a good bit more than I could explain in the ad.” Shelly began to get a little nervous. She felt her opportunity to earn $500 was slipping away. Dr. Hartwell continued. “I’m a researcher in Human Sexual Physiology. The class I’m teaching this semester is Human Sexual Response. We are currently studying the female sexual response and orgasm. My plan is to find a person willing to be the subject for my class to observe and study how the female orgasm affects them. I have several levels to this demonstration in mind, but the first would involve our subject, in a clinical setting, achieving orgasm, through masturbation.” Shelly didn’t know what to think, but she knew she couldn’t just sit there staring at Dr. Hartwell, so she asked, “In a clinical setting, you mean, like a laboratory?” “More like a classroom, where the students can observe the subject up close and take notes recording the subjects progression from a non-aroused state to a full orgasmic release.” “I hope that I haven’t shocked you. I assure you, there is nothing salacious about this. It’s purely scientific. I am a published and respected researcher in this field and most of my students are pre-med.” “Oh no!” Replied Shelly, “I guess I just needed a moment to absorb this. You mentioned that there are several levels to this demonstration. You’ll be needing a subject for them also?” “Yes, I would. Each one of those would also pay $500.” Shelly asked, “Nobody, but yourself and the students, would be able to observe this?” “That’s correct. The room will be locked and it has no windows. There won’t be any interruptions.” “What if I’m so nervous or embarrassed that I can’t achieve orgasm?” Shelly inquired. “Dr. Hartwell explained, “I plan to have available a variety of aids. Vibrators and dildos will be there, in case you need them. You are orgasmic, yes?” “Yes,” replied Shelly. “Are you capable of multiple orgasms?” Dr. Hartwell wanted to know. ”Yes, occasionally.” Answered Shelly. “Good, then if you’d like to be one of our subjects, let’s schedule a day when we can get started.” The doctor replied, taking out her calendar. Shelly was awash in emotions over her decision. Excited at the financial relief the money would bring, and nervous at the prospect of what she’d just agreed to do. She did have to admit though, she was a little turned on by the idea of it, if not the reality of it, which she found almost impossible to imagine. When the day came, she found herself on the verge of canceling, but in the end, she decided to go ahead, because her need for the cash hadn’t changed. So she spent the morning taking a bath, shaving her legs and manicuring her bikini line. After all, she was going to be exposing herself to a group of strangers. She spent some time trying to decide what to wear. Then she remembered they wouldn’t be seeing what she wore anyway. She decided on a sundress, with no bra or panties, for ease of getting undressed, and more importantly, getting dressed, to get out after it was over. She showed up at Dr. Hartwell’s office a little early. Dr. Hartwell asked her if she was ready. ”Yes, nervous, but I think I’m ready.” She replied. “OK then, follow me.” Dr. Hartwell led her down a corridor of classrooms until she stopped and opened a door. Shelly stepped into a small room, rather like a storage room. Dr. Hartwell locked the door that they had just come through and pointed to another door, that she explained, led into the classroom. She took a white lab coat off of a hook and handed it to Shelly. “You can disrobe in here and put the lab coat on. I’m going to go prepare the class. I’ll knock on the door when we’re ready for you in a few minutes. I’ll introduce you to the class by first name only, and then I’ll help you up onto the table, after you’ve removed the coat.” “Table?” asked Shelly. “Yes, kind of an examining, with stirrups. We will need you to place your feet up in them, so that the students can view everything.” Answered Dr. Hartwell. In her mind, Shelly had imagined lying on some sort of a bed and maybe discreetly rubbing herself between mostly closed thighs. But apparently she was going to be a lot more exposed than she had imagined. Well, there was no turning back now. Dr. Hartwell left the room. Shelly quickly pulled the sundress over her head and slipped on the lab coat, buttoning enough of the buttons to maintain some modesty, until the moment came to remove it. Still not being able to imagine how this would go, she just focused her thinking on her task. She would go out there, masturbate, have an orgasm, and hopefully, not even have to look at the people watching her, and then she would be free to leave and take the money and run. Knock – knock. She took a deep breath and opened the door. Dr. Hartwell took her hand and walked to the front of the classroom. The class consisted of 15 students. About half men - half women. They were all younger than her, early twenties and mostly attractive. Their chairs were arranged in a semi-circle in front of the table. She couldn’t look any of them in the eye, so she took the opportunity to check out the table as Dr. Hartwell introduced her as their subject for today’s lesson. The table was of the medical exam sort, with stirrups and the back was inclined, so that she would not be lying down, staring at the ceiling. “Shelly, if you’re ready, I’d like to have you disrobe so that the class can make note of the physiological state of your body prior to stimulation, for comparison later.” Here goes nothing she thought. She removed the coat and for the first time stood stark naked in front of a mixed group of strangers. Dr. Hartwell said, “Class, take note of her skin complexion, normal, not red and flushed, as we may observe later. Also, her nipples are soft, in a relaxed state.” “Shelly, would you please climb up on the table and place your feet in the stirrups?” She did so, and could feel her vaginal lips part slightly as she spread her legs to put her feet into the stirrups. Dr. Hartwell was asking the class to take note of her labia and how they were closed and in a non-aroused state, her clitoris hidden in its folds. Meanwhile, she looked around the room and found all the men were staring directly at her pussy, while most of the women were a little more modest, not staring directly, but not making eye contact either. Dr. Hartwell asked, “Are you ready to begin? Just go through your normal masturbation procedure. We will stop to take questions from the students, so I hope that won’t disturb your ability to achieve orgasm?” “Um no, I don’t think so.” Responded Shelly. “Whenever you’re ready then.” Said Dr. Hartwell. Shelly didn’t want to look out directly at all of the students, so she just half closed her eyes and looked down her body at her breasts and on to her pubic mound. She brought both hands up to her breasts, brushing her fingertips back and forth over her nipples making them erect rather quickly. She then began pinching and pulling on both nipples at the same time. She enjoyed the felling she got in her pussy from that. After a couple of minutes of this, she was almost able to forget where she was. She could fell her pussy opening, getting wet. While still tweaking her left nipple, she reached down to her crotch with her right hand and cupped her whole mound in her hand. Sliding it slowly upward, pulling the hood back and spreading her lips open. When her fingers first touched her exposed clit, she gasped lightly, arching her back. It was at just this moment when Dr. Hartwell asked if she could pause for a moment so that the class could make some observations. She wanted to go back to her clit again, but Dr. Hartwell was the one paying her. Dr. Hartwell asked the class what changes could they see have occurred already. For the first time, Shelly looked out at the class. A good-looking young man in khaki pants had his hand raised, Dr. Hartwell pointed to him. “Her vaginal lips have swelled and she seems to have gotten very wet already.” “That’s right!” said Dr. Hartwell, “Shelly, could you please spread yourself open for us to see how you’ve begun lubricating?” With less embarrassment than she expected, Shelly reached down with her right hand and spread her lips wide apart. The class was focused intently on her vagina. She noticed the student who pointed out her obvious excitement had an enormous bulge in his pants. Shelly was absent-mindedly still playing with her left nipple while Dr. Hartwell talked to the class, occasionally pointing to specific areas of her sex. Dr. Hartwell had picked on a female student who had her hand raised. “Her nipples are extremely erect from her stimulating the. I also notice she’s continued to stimulate them even though you asked her to pause.” “Very good observation!” Dr. Hartwell complimented the student. “I would suspect our pause here has caused Shelly some frustration. Is that right, Shelly?” Shelly whimpered, “I would like to continue, if it’s alright?” “Yes, by all means, please continue Shelly.” Dr. Hartwell instructed. Shelly’s hand went straight to her opening and she plunged her middle finger deep into her pussy, curling it inward to touch her g-spot. This caused her to take a sharp intake of breath and arch her back. She brought her left hand down and began a rhythmic massaging of her clit. While she began a pumping motion with the middle finger of her right hand, fucking herself, as if her finger were a small penis. She was really getting into it now, pumping her hips straight at the class to meet her thrusting finger. She wasn’t going to come yet, but was riding a wave of pleasure. Her eyes made contact with the student who’d made the first observation, khaki pants. He was blatantly rubbing his erection through his pants with the tips of his fingers. He had a wet spot forming where the tip of his cock ended. His ministrations were focused on the area just below the wet spot. He was massaging the head of his penis and the glands just below. He would have been rather obvious to anyone else in the room, except for the fact that everyone was focused on her. The woman in front of them all, with her legs held wide in stirrups fucking herself silly with her finger. Then Shelly noticed the girl wearing a short mini-skirt, sitting next to khaki pants, was grinding in her seat and busily rubbing her thighs together. Their eyes met and she knew the girl was trying hard to reach orgasm with her. She heard Dr. Hartwell comment to the class that Shelly appeared to be nearing an orgasm and they should pay close attention now. “Shelly, are you approaching orgasm now?” Asked Dr. Hartwell. Shelly could hardly form the words, “Uh huh, very…close….now!” As she increased the pressure on her clit, she put another finger in her pussy. Just then, the girl she was watching stiffened, her whole body went rigid, with her legs sticking straight out and tightly closed together…she was coming. Shelly looked at khaki pants and watched his face go slack and his legs start shaking, as he tried to hide the fact that he was ejaculating in his pants. It was obvious from the huge wet spot that became immediately visible through his pants. That was it! That sent her over the edge. “Dr. Hartwell”, Shelly gasped. “Yes dear, I know, let it come dear” comforted Dr. Hartwell. ”Aaaahhhh God, I’m coming, I’m coming Dr. Hartwell, I am coming hard!” When he initial orgasmic wave passed, she was panting for breath, her hand still with two fingers buried in her pussy, was soaking wet. Her clit was too sensitive to touch and she could fell a wet puddle under her that had run down from her engorged slit. When she opened her eyes, the entire class was standing around her in a tight circle watching her intently. Dr. Hartwell had invited them up for a closer inspection of the results of her orgasm. Dr. Hartwell asked if she would please pull back her clitoral hood so that they could observe her clitoris. Shelly gently pulled back the hood with two fingers, exposing her little bud. It was swollen, pink, and still throbbing. Dr. Hartwell said, “Shelly, I’m going to touch your clitoris and demonstrate for the class just how sensitive this organ is. Especially at this stage.” With that, Dr. Hartwell reached between her legs and lightly dipped her index finger into Shelly’s wetness before bringing it up to her clit. She then gently brought her finger down on her most sensitive nerve and Shelly involuntarily bucked her hips up to meet her finger and increase the pressure on her clit. Dr. Hartwell looked surprised and remarked to the class. “Our subject must still be aroused, most women, after experiencing an orgasm like Shelly had, would find direct stimulation of the clitoris too sensitive now.” Shelly decided to be blunt. She was still horny and wanted to come again. The sheer lewdness of being naked and masturbating for these students was driving her wild. Dr. Hartwell was still fingering her clit and Shelly was bucking her hips up and down lewdly lunging her pussy at the students gathered closely around her. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps as her hip thrust ere met with continual pressure from Dr. Hartwell’s finger on her clit. Between breaths, she told Dr. Hartwell, “I…need….something…ahhh-ahhh…inside me!” Dr. Hartwell continued manipulating her clit while she addressed the class. “Students, notice how Shelly is simulating copulation with her hip thrusting, almost as if she were having actual intercourse, with a penis in her vagina. If we were to introduce a phallic device for her to insert, I feel certain that we will get to observe her reach orgasm again.” Shelly pleaded “I need something inside me, please, do you have anything?” Dr. Hartwell stopped fingering her to reach into a nearby bag and produced a standard plastic vibrator and one of those huge realistic looking rubber cocks. She held them both up for Shelly to see. Shelly had taken over rubbing her clit herself when the doctor went for the dildos and without speaking she wantonly pointed to the large rubber cock. “That one!”, she said. It had a large mushroom head and the shaft was so big around that Dr. Hartwell’s hand didn’t quite fit around it. Shelly had lost all inhibition now, she wanted that cock insider her when she came again. Until now, Shelly had refrained from her usual vocal-ness during her first orgasm, but decided that this time she wouldn’t hold back. Her normal practice during sex or masturbations was to be very vocal, in fact, it sometimes helped to put her over the edge. She pointed to khaki pants and said “Give it to him!” Dr. Hartwell handed the enormous phallus to the student and Shelly began to instruct him on what she wanted. “Just put the head in first, slowly, I want to feel it stretch me open.” Khaki pants stepped up between her legs and brought the head of the dildo to her wet opening. He looked up at her for guidance. Staring into his eyes, she instructed, “Slowly, put the head in and hold it there.” “Ooohhh….yessssss!”, she moaned as the plum sized head spread her wet lips wide. The feeling was electric and she increased the tempo with her finger on her clit. “Slide it all the way in me now, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it” she chanted as her eyes rolled back in her head while he buried the dildo keep in her and held it there. She had herself hanging on the very edge of an earth shattering orgasm. She loved the felling of teetering, right on the verge, knowing that just the right additional pressure on her clit or movement inside her would push her over the edge of that cliff. She took a moment to glance at the students watching her before she took that plunge. All eyes were on her, well aware of how close she was, they all seemed to be holding their breath, much as she was, waiting to join her in the release she was so close to achieving. Her body was trembling and her breath was coming in short gulps. She looked khaki pants in the eyes and with her voice quaking, she said, “Pull it out slowly, till just the head is left in me.” Her finger was on her clit and the slightest movement and she would explode. She braced herself then shouted at him “RAM IT IN ME, HARD!” It slid all of the way in, totally unimpeded, due to her gushing wetness. At the same time, she began fingering her clit frantically. “AAAhhhhh, aahh, aaahhh, yessss, fuck, fuck, fuck, Oh God, I’m Coming, SO HARD!” Her body was racked with spasms. When the peak had passed, she was shaking from the intensity of it. Her helper gently slid the dildo out of her. Dr. Hartwell handed her a towel to mop the wetness between her legs. Two of the male students eased her legs out of the stirrups and helped her to her feet. Their erections were on obvious display. Shelly wondered if they’d make it home before having to relieve themselves. As they helped her into the lab coat that she had entered the room in, she heard Dr. Hartwell address the students, “Class, I hope you enjoyed today’s demonstration. If we can prevail upon Shelly to come back again, I plan to get a male subject to have a demonstration of foreplay and intercourse.” Shelly Exposed Ch. 02 Shelly volunteers for a sex class demonstration again. Shelly was back in Dr. Hartwell’s office listening to her explain the next demonstration for her sex physiology class. The first one had gone well. She made, a much needed, $500, and had the most sexually exciting and liberating experience of her life. She was looking forward to this next phase with nervous excitement. Dr. Hartwell explained, “Our first demonstration where the class observed your masturbation to orgasm, well, several orgasms actually, was so successful that I felt compelled to do it again. This time we will have a male subject for the class to observe.” “Where do I fit into this Dr. Hartwell?” Shelly asked. “I have some concerns regarding my volunteer subject. First, my subject, his name is Rob. He’s a student from a nearby college. He’s healthy, young and 20 years old. Giving a demonstration on male masturbation for the classes observation presents unique potential problems versus the same demonstration with a female subject.” “What if he can’t achieve an erection; or what if the opposite problem occurs, he gets overly excited and ejaculates to quickly? Either way, my demonstration would be ruined. That’s why I’ve asked you to help me again. I confronted Rob with my concerns and decided it would be best to use you to provide stimulation as needed.” “What exactly do you mean, Dr. Hartwell, by provide stimulation?” “Well at first, if he’s having difficulty obtaining an erection, I’ll have you disrobe to give him a visual stimulus. I might later in the demonstration have you take over manually stimulating his penis.” Shelly laughed, “You mean give him a hand-job?” Dr. Hartwell responded, “To put it bluntly, yes. But more than that, to keep him manually stimulated while stopping short of making him ejaculate. We want to have time for the class to make all their observations of physiological changes and conditions. Do you think you can do that, do you have much experience with that?” Shelly answered, “Yes, actually, I do. I’ll have no problem helping him with that.” She thought to herself of all of the times she had given torturous, teasing hand-jobs to her last boyfriend. He loved the way she kept him on the verge of coming, backing off, then bringing him to the edge again. Ultimately having him so sensitive that near the end, she could only touch his throbbing member with the tip of her finger to make him quiver. She loved that part, watching him reduced to whimpering and begging her for the relief that she could let him have, and only when she decided. So when the scheduled day for the class came, Shelly showed up at Dr. Hartwell’s office and was introduced to Rob. He was young and handsome, just as Dr. Hartwell had told her. She realized she hadn’t been with a man that young, since she herself was that age. Dr. Hartwell was running through what she hoped to accomplish with the demonstration. All Shelly could think of was that she would soon be watching this handsome 20 year old masturbate to orgasm in front of a roomful of students, and she’d have a front row seat. Dr. Hartwell had finished talking before Shelly realized it and was getting up to take them to the small room, off the classroom, that she had used to change in the last time. The three of them entered the room and Dr. Hartwell told them she’d knock on the door when the class was ready, then instructed them to undress and put on the robes provided. Rob looked at her skeptically and asked “Were you as nervous as I am when you did this?” “Don’t worry”, she said. “Try not to look at the students at first, just lie back and do what comes naturally. I’ll be right there with you. You can focus on me and pretend we’re alone. Don’t worry, you’ll do fine, once you get started.” They both turned toward the knock on the door and Dr. Hartwell stuck her head in. “We’re ready for you.” Shelly went through the door first and stood next to the examining table as Rob took up position behind her. She looked out at the faces in the class remembering them from last time. There was the guy in the khaki pants, only this time he’s wearing baggy shorts and a long loose fitting shirt. He obviously came prepared this time, just in case he comes in his pants again. And there’s the girl who got off with me while watching me cum last time. She snapped back to the here and now as she heard Dr. Hartwell asking Rob to disrobe and climb up on the table. The back half of the table was inclined slightly so he wasn’t laid out flat and the stirrups were set up low so that Rob’s knees were up and his legs were spread wide. Shelly found herself, rather blatantly, checking out his equipment. His penis was circumcised, with a large mushroom head. It wasn’t completely flaccid, but it certainly wasn’t erect either. It hung heavily down and to the side of his ball sack. Shelly remembered her ex-boyfriend calling that a chubby. She could tell it would be quite impressive once it got stiff, long and definitely fat around. Poor Rob looked like he was paralyzed with embarrassment. He was staring at the wall above the students not wanting to make eye contact. Dr. Hartwell was asking the class to make observations of his genitalia prior to arousal and ultimately ejaculation. She actually took hold of his penis between her index finger and thumb near the head to hold it up and out of the way for the class to observe. Rob flinched, but she noticed he didn’t visibly stiffen any. Then Dr. Hartwell gave him the go ahead to begin masturbating himself. Rob tentatively wrapped his hand around his shaft and pointed his cock upward as he began with a slow up and down stroke. He still wasn’t hard and Shelly could hear his penis flopping back and forth in his fist as the class had fallen completely silent. Shelly noticed the female students were intently focused on his actions, while the guys were embarrassed to be watching another man masturbate. Or maybe they were embarrassed for him and his apparent inability to achieve an erection. Dr. Hartwell had taken note of the situation and leaned toward Robs face to ask him if some lubricant would help. Rob replied, “No, I’m just a bit nervous.” Dr. Hartwell explained to the class that males were aroused by visual stimulation much more then females and that is why Shelly was here today. “Let’s see what effect she might have on the situation. Shelly, would you please remove your robe for us so that Rob can have a stimulus to focus on.” Shelly quickly slipped out of the robe and stood completely naked to Robs left side, facing him. Rob turned his head and took her in, from top to bottom. She noticed his cock getting stiffer, almost immediately. As it reached it’s full hardness, his fist couldn’t close completely around it and it must have been at least eight inches long. She was mesmerized, watching the large mushroom head poke in and out of his fist with each stroke. She noticed his left hand reaching out to her and she took it. He gently pulled her closer until her naked body was right next to the table. He let go of her hand and gently reached his arm around her back, his hand slid down onto her ass cheek and pulled her closer. Her mound was now pressed up against the cushioned side of the table. She could tell the contact with her body was helping his efforts. She could feel his body physically shake with his stroking, which was becoming more frantic. Pre-come was beginning to ooze from the head of his penis and his breathing was coming in short gasps. He was obviously building rapidly towards a rather quick ejaculation. Shelly realized she was unconsciously rubbing her mound against the tableside to stimulate her clit. She could feel the wetness building in her pussy. Just then Dr. Hartwell must have realized Rob was quickly losing control and ordered him to stop. He reluctantly let go of his cock. It stood on it’s own, throbbing and dripping pre-come down his shaft. Dr. Hartwell went on talking to the class, asking their observations while Shelly spoke quietly to Rob. “Are you okay?” “I almost came.” Rob replied. “I was real close. I just wanted to finish and get out of here.” “Well, I don’t think she’s quite done with you yet.” Shelly said with a little laugh. “Well, at any rate, thanks for your help. I was afraid I’d never get hard, taking your robe off really helped.” Shelly blushed, she was thrilled that this young man found her body that stimulating. He still had his hand on her ass and was gently squeezing it. His other hand had moved back to his cock and was gently stroking it. Dr. Hartwell turned to them and saw he had resumed masturbating. “Rob, if you can’t control yourself, we’ll have to restrain you in order to complete our demonstration. Shelly, will you please help me with the restraints?” Shelly did on her side as Dr. Hartwell did on the other side, restraining Rob’s wrists to the side of the table with the attached Velcro straps, and then his ankles to the stirrups. Rob looked up at Shelly helplessly; his legs spread wide, arms restrained at his sides to the table and his hard cock pointing up over his stomach. “Shelly, would you please masturbate Rob for us? But don’t let him ejaculate. If he appears to be getting close, stop all stimulation.” Dr. Hartwell turned to the class and explained “We are going to have Shelly stimulate our subject to just the point of ejaculation, stop, then start again. This process, repeated several times will cause Rob to expel a much larger volume of ejaculate then normal, as you’ll see when we finally bring about Rob’s release.” Shelly had been carefully and gently stroking Rob’s rock hard cock. She had her hand slick with lubricant and kept her grip light; as she slid her hand slowly over Rob’s enormous head and down his shaft, all the way to his balls, then back up again. Rob shuddered each time her fist slid over the super sensitive spot just below the head of his penis. Shelly was being careful to make sure she didn’t take him too far past the point of no return, without Dr. Hartwell’s approval. She noticed Rob’s balls were starting to tighten, and then he started thrusting his hips to increase the speed and friction of his cock in her hand. That’s it, that’s as close as she dared to take him. She’d seen it happen before when she was trying to tease a guy as close to the edge as possible, she’d pulled her hand away, breaking off contact only to see his cock throb and start spurting all over on it’s own. She hoped she’d stopped in time now and watched his cock pulse in the air, pre-come was freely flowing onto his belly, but no come. Whew! That was close. “Very good Shelly” said Dr. Hartwell. “Let’s wait a few minutes while Rob settles down, then you’ll do it again.” Dr. Hartwell invited the students to gather round the table that Rob was laid out on. The women seemed to move first and quickest, taking up front row positions on either side of Rob’s prone naked body. The guys were more hesitant, their erections quite obvious showing through their pants. Despite the display she had put on for these same students last time, she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious, standing naked, between Robs legs. Dr. Hartwell gave her the okay to start manipulating Robs cock again. She wrapped her hand around the bulbous head of his penis and Rob’s body went stiff as she slid her fist down his shaft. For a second, she thought he was going to spontaneously blow his load at her first touch, but he was okay. She knew she’d have to be more careful each time as he was completely beyond any point he’d ever been before. It wasn’t long before Dr. Hartwell told her to stop again. Poor Rob. His breathing was coming in gasps. He was thrusting his hips, quite pointlessly, frustratingly, into the air, trying to find some little bit of friction for his cock to bring him the relief he was in need of. The girls in the class were staring slack jawed at Robs throbbing cock. Rob was a wreck now, looking at Shelly between his legs, he was muttering almost unintelligently, “Please? Please? Please!” Dr. Hartwell asked Rob “Are you okay?” “Please, Dr. Hartwell, let Shelly finish me off. Please, I can’t take anymore!” Dr. Hartwell laughed lightly, “Don’t worry Rob, it won’t be much longer. And believe me, it will have been well worth the wait when I do finally have Shelly finish you.” With that, Dr. Hartwell had Shelly carefully work him to the brink twice more without letting him come. The female students were amazed. A cute brunette commented “I’ve never seen a cock that hard before. It looks like it’s going to split wide open, it’s swollen so hard.” The blonde across from her observed, “Have you ever seen that much pre-come before? It just continually flows out.” The brunette responded back, “I bet he’d come if you touched it with a feather, or even just blew on it hard.” They both laughed and the blonde asked, “Dr. Hartwell, are you going to let Shelly put him out of his misery now? I’m beginning to feel sorry for him.” Dr. Hartwell turned to Rob and tried to get his attention. He was rocking his hips back and forth while muttering and groaning. “Rob, listen to me carefully. I’m going to have Shelly finish you off now.” That seemed to get his attention, he still couldn’t speak coherently, but his eyes widened and he looked at Dr. Hartwell. “I’m quite certain you’ve never been to this level of arousal without relief before and the ejaculation you’re about to experience will be rather intense. I don’t want you to hurt yourself by pulling against the restraints. Do you understand?” “Uh huh”, he grunted. “Ok, just watch me, look into my eyes while Shelly finishes you off and do as I tell you.” Dr. Hartwell turned to Shelly, “Ok Shelly, grasp Robs penis at the bottom of the shaft and pull down gently, so that the skin tightens all over his shaft. That will heighten the sensation in his nerves so you can make him ejaculate gently without any vigorous stroking.” Shelly did as instructed, slowly and carefully. The veins in his shaft stood out that much more and the head was all purple and swollen. Dr. Hartwell continued. “Now Shelly, take just the tip of your index finger and gently rub the glans of his penis. Shelly kept a firm grip around the base of Robs cock and brought her finger gently into contact with the sensitive underside, just below the head. Dr. Hartwell was bent over, speaking softly to Rob while her hand stroked his hair. “Breathe deep Rob, try not to tense up. Just let it come on it’s own, you’ll be fine.” Shelly felt it before she saw it, a huge pulse coming through Robs shaft and a torrent of jism flying out of his penis. Rob was moaning loudly as the first shot flew over his shoulder and hit the table. The second shot landed on his face from his chin, all the way up into his hair. The next two fell on his neck. He was covered in come and his cock was still spurting, less forcefully now, covering his stomach. Shelly was so turned on now, holding Robs semi hard cock in her hand, she decided she would get herself off as soon as she got in the changing room. She was just waiting for Dr. Hartwell to wrap up the class. But Dr. Hartwell surprised her and the class, not to mention Rob, when she announced, “Class, most people don’t know it but men are capable of multiple orgasms. They just require an intense level of arousal and stimulation. Shelly and I will now demonstrate this on our subject as we bring him to a second consecutive orgasm.” Dr. Hartwell was putting a latex surgical glove onto her right hand as she explained to the class. “Shelly will continue masturbating Rob as I stimulate his prostate. This will be accomplished by inserting my finger into his rectum and massaging the prostate directly.” Dr. Hartwell had Shelly moved to Rob’s side as she took up position between his spread legs. Rob had a worried and confused look on his face. Shelly began rhythmically stroking the length of his cock. She watched as Dr. Hartwell applied some lube to her gloved hand and lifted Rob’s balls with her left hand as she probed for his anus with her right. She must have found it. Rob gasped and squirmed. It looked like he was trying to escape her invasion of his ass, but because of the restraints, he couldn’t. He whimpered quietly to Dr. Hartwell, “Please, I can’t take anymore.” Dr. Hartwell responded, “Relax Rob, it will go a lot easier. I still need to get my finger in deeper to reach your prostate.” Rob took some deep breaths and his body seemed to relax. Dr. Hartwell said, “That’s it. Doesn’t that feel good?” as she worked his prostrate. “Yes.” Rob responded weakly. His cock had stiffened considerably in Shelly’s hand. After several minutes of stroking, the students started remarking to Dr. Hartwell that they didn’t think he was going to come again. Dr. Hartwell’s response was that he just needed something more than manual stimulation. “Shelly, would you please mount Rob on the table so he can get some vaginal stimulation? That might be all that he needs.” Shelly didn’t have to be asked twice, this was the chance she needed to get herself off. She turned to the student next to her and asked him to help her up. She braced her arm on the table as he held her as she tried to swing her right leg up onto the table, almost as if she were saddling a horse. She didn’t make it. So this time the student cupped his hand under her naked butt cheeks to boost her up. As she swung her right leg up again, he gave her a push. Of course her legs spread to straddle Robs torso and this caused the students hand to slip between her legs. She was so wet that his hand spread her lips and she could feel at least a couple of his fingers slide right inside of her. She gasped and looked at him. He embarrassedly removed his hand as she told him, “Don’t worry, it felt good.” She was now straddling Rob’s stomach, his massive gobs of semen mixing with her wetness. She felt a hand on her hip and turned to look over her shoulder. Dr. Hartwell had Robs cock in her hand, pointing it up at Shelly’s swollen pussy. Because of the raised portion of Rob’s knees in the stirrups, she had to scrunch down against him and slide back to meet his cock, instead of sitting down on it, as she’d normally do when she was on top. Just the rubbing of her clit against his body felt good. She stopped when she felt Robs cock-head against her lips. She knew there’d be no resistance and he would slide right in, but Dr. Hartwell was rubbing the head up and down the length of her slit, just to make sure. She couldn’t wait any longer to feel him inside her, so she pushed back to let him into her. The only resistance was when she met Dr. Hartwell’s hand, a couple of inches below the head of Robs cock. Her hand let go and Shelly sunk all of the way down onto him with a loud moan. The male student standing right next to her was staring while he stroked his hard on through his pants. Her tits were hanging in Rob’s face, occasionally slapping him. Rob wasn’t really paying attention to it, being as he was lost in the sensation Dr. Hartwell’s finger was causing deep inside him. Shelly was using Rob just as she would a dildo. She focused on the guy standing next to her and got into a rhythm with his masturbation, humping, back and forth on Robs cock with the same pace. She gasped to him, “Come with me.” He nodded his assent as they watched each other’s faces and movements, each gauging how close the other one was to coming. Shelly was closing in on her own orgasm when she felt a hand on her ass. Surprised, she turned around to find it was Dr. Hartwell. She was trying to push Shelly off of Robs cock as she continued to hump him. Dr. Hartwell said, “Quick Shelly, get off of him. He’s about to come, I want the class to see.” Shelly was right on the edge of her release and didn’t want to stop, but Dr. Hartwell was pushing her, so she slid forward. Robs cock slid out of her wet pussy. Dr. Hartwell had taken Robs cock in her hand as Shelly came off of it so she could keep his stimulation continuous, milking him with her hand to mimic the feeling he’d had while inside her pussy. When Shelly slid forward, she quickly moved her right hand to her clit furiously rubbing it. Robs face was between her tits and her face was now inches from the male students hand, jerking his cock through his pants. She heard Dr. Hartwell say to the class, “Look everyone, he’s about to ejaculate!” She looked up at her partner and told him “I’m close, real close, come with me.” Then she felt it. Several hot splashes of come, that hit her right between the spread lips of her sex. Dr. Hartwell must have jerked Rob off right onto her pussy. It pushed her over the edge and she cried out “Coming! Coming! Oh God, I’m coming!” Her jerk off partner thrust his hips, the bulge in his pants coming in contact with her face as he grunted. She could see his cock throb and a large wet spot formed from the load he was spurting. Shelly collapsed onto Rob’s chest in sweet exhaustion. Two of the students gently helped her down off of the table. She looked down at the floor and saw cum (hers and Robs) dripping from her, unto the floor. As Shelly and Rob were helped off to the dressing room, Dr. Hartwell addressed the class, “Thank you for attending today’s demonstration. I hope that you all found it educational and enjoyable. I can tell by looking at many of you that you are sexually stressed, if you feel that you need sexual release, please feel free to utilize the time remaining as needed. I will keep the classroom doors locked until the top of the hour.”

Sam's Naked Adventures by LeighKent A young woman discovers her love of being naked in public. Sam's Naked Adventures Ch. 01 Samantha Rushton grew up the youngest of four children in an affluent suburb of a mid sized city in the deep south. Following in her father's footsteps, after high school she went to Houston Texas to study architecture at one of the finest programs in the country. In high school she competed on the women's cross country team. While she didn't compete in college she continued running to stay in shape. Sam, that's what everyone called her, stood 5'2" tall and weighed 105 pounds with shoulder length blonde hair, green eyes, 32D breasts a round firm bottom and, even though they were short, well toned legs. Three weeks after her twentieth birthday and one week after returning home from her first year of college her parents left town for a long planned month long vacation in Europe. This was a chance for them to finally take a trip alone after raising four children. They were also going to visit Sam's sister Sarah who was two years older than Sam and studying psychiatry at the University of Munich. Sam was left at home house sitting. As her parents left for the airport her mother stopped to give her some final instructions. "Don't have any wild parties, if you need anything call your grandmother and I've asked Carol next door to check on you from time to time." With that she hugged Sam, gave her a kiss on the cheek and was out the door. The first couple of days passed by pretty routinely. Sam spent time swimming in the family pool, visiting with friends and running between five to ten miles each day. Friday night came and Sam was dreading the following week. Most of her friends were going to be out of town vacationing with their families and she didn't know how she was going to keep occupied. With nothing else to do she went to bed. Awakening the following morning she went for a run. On her return home she showered, put on her bikini and took a dip in the family pool. Getting out of the pool Sam toweled off and reclined in a lounge chair to get some sun. She woke some time later and realized that she had not put on sunscreen. She wasn't burned yet but knew it would only be a matter of time. Getting up from the chair she went inside to find some tanning lotion. After looking in all the likely places with no success she went into her sister Sarah's bedroom. Not finding any sunscreen in the attached bath she checked the closet. While feeling around on the shelf above the hanging clothes (it was too high for her to see what was up there) she touched what felt like a DVD case. Sam took it down and sure enough it was a case containing a single unlabeled DVD. Thinking this was odd because all the DVD's were usually kept in the entertainment room Sam was curious as to why this one was in her sisters closet. She took the DVD back to her bedroom and loaded it into the laptop. A large group of numbered icons appeared. Clicking on the first Sam was not expecting what she found. There on the screen was her sister Sarah on one of the lounge chairs next to their backyard pool. She was smiling at the camera and was as naked as the day she was born. Eyes widening in surprise Sam couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her sister had always seemed so proper. Opening more of the icons revealed additional pictures of her sister either nude or in various states of undress. Sam also noticed that many of the pictures had not been taken at their home. There were pictures of her topless on a nearby golf course, at a tennis court and even her lifting her skirt and displaying a perfectly bald pussy in what appeared to be a local park. Sam scrolled down to see just how many files were on the DVD and there appeared to be several hundred. There were also video files near the bottom. Clicking on the first one her sister was again naked by the pool. She was smiling and talking to someone behind the camera. She was saying things like, "You really want to see me do this again don't you. You're so bad." With that Sarah spread her legs and began slowly playing with her clit. Sam's eyes were glued to the screen as her sister became more vigorous finally reaching a climax and squirting all over the lounge chair. When the video ended Sam's bikini bottoms were soaking wet and she was as aroused as she had ever been in her life. She immediately stripped off the wet bottoms, threw herself on the bed and began rubbing her clit furiously using her already flowing juices as lube. Sam came in less than a minute As she lay on the bed catching her breath Sam tried to identify what it was that aroused her so. She concluded that it wasn't from any sexual desire for her sister but rather it was the fact that Sarah could be so uninhibited about her body. Wishing that she had as much confidence Sam began wondering whether she could be brave enough to try some of the things her sister had done. Getting up from the bed Sam removed the bikini top then went into the bathroom and showered the sex from between her legs. After drying off she put on a long t-shirt that reached just below her bottom. Selecting a pair of panties she began to put them on then paused. Considering it for a moment she put the panties back in the drawer and headed to the kitchen for a bottle of water. Standing in the kitchen sipping the water and looking out at the pool Sam had never really thought about how very secluded the backyard was. A high privacy fence and shrubs surrounded it making it impossible for anyone on the outside to see what was going on back there. Taking a deep breath Sam stepped out the door. It was a warm sunny day with a gentle breeze blowing. Sam began to feel herself becoming wet again. She moved further into the backyard off the concrete surrounding the pool and into the grass. It felt cool and soft against her bare feet after the heat of the hard concrete. Taking a few more steps Sam sat down enjoying the feel of the grass against her bare bottom. She felt deliciously wicked and aroused. After sitting for several minutes working up her nerve Sam's hands found the bottom of her shirt. She was trembling with excitement as she considered removing it. Afraid that if she didn't take it off now that she never would Sam quickly lifted it over her head and dropped it to the ground. It was like an electric charge passed through her body. She felt tingly all over, her nipples were hard as pebbles and her pussy felt like liquid fire. Wanting to push herself further Sam stood. Leaving her shirt on the ground she began to wander naked around the back yard. It felt exhilarating and free. She also noticed that the farther away from her shirt she got the more her excitement grew. After exploring the backyard for a while Sam was growing accustomed to being naked and the excitement was lessening. She realized that she would have to move outside the backyard to regain the intensity of the feeling. Sam gathered up her shirt and not bothering to put it back on went inside to plan her next adventure. Sitting down at the computer Sam continued to look through her sisters pictures in an effort to gain some ideas of what to do next. While scrolling through the pictures she noticed that in none of them did her sister have any pubic hair. Sam had always kept hers neatly trimmed so it wouldn't show in a bikini but now she decided to take the next step and shave it bald. Never having done this before it took a little time but once finished she took a few minutes admiring her now clean shaven slit in the mirror. Running her fingers across her newly shaven mound she could resist no longer. She lay on her bed and brought herself to another orgasm drifting off to sleep afterward the late afternoon sun warming her still naked body through her bedroom window. Sam awoke in darkness. According to the clock near her bed it was 11:45. The neighborhood in which she lived had few streetlights. The houses were built on larger than average lots and set well back from the road. The front yard had lots of shrubbery and landscaping so Sam decided her next adventure would be to explore the front yard as she had the back. She had been naked since her earlier backyard adventure but since it was now dark and she didn't want to injure her feet she decided to put on a pair of running shoes. If anything the addition of the shoes made her even more excited since if she was seen it would be obvious that she was out nude on purpose. She also reasoned that the shoes would be helpful in the event she needed to make a quick escape. Leaving her room Sam went down the stairs through the kitchen and walked out the back door into the night. The cool of the evening instantly hardened her nipples as she walked past the pool to the side of the house. Drawing near the gate to the privacy fence Sam again began to experience that wonderful fluttery feeling of excitement in her belly. Opening the gate slowly she peeked out at what she could see of the yard. Creeping forward she stayed close to the shrubbery planted beside the house. When she reached the corner of the house she paused to plan her next move. A large oak tree was just off to her left about thirty feet in front of her. Sam made her way forward using the tree to conceal her from the street as much as possible. In the darkness it would have been almost impossible for anyone to see her but that didn't cross her mind as it was the first time she had ever done anything like this. Her excitement grew with each step she took. Sam had decided that her goal for tonight would be to touch the mailbox at the street next to the one of the entrances of the "U" shaped driveway. To get there she had to cross in front of the house then work her way down the drive. There were bushes growing along the length of the road between the two entrances to the driveway and she felt that she could hide behind them if it became necessary. Everything was going well until Sam reached the halfway point near the front door. Suddenly every exterior light on the house came on and she was standing fully illuminated for anyone who may have been looking. Sam froze for what seemed an eternity, although in truth is was only a few seconds, then dropped prone onto the asphalt parking pad in front of the house. Her mind was racing. Who was here that turned on the lights? Then it dawned on her. The lights had a motion sensor attached to them that activated when someone came within range. The worst part was that, once activated, they were programmed to stay on for ten minutes. That's when she heard the car approaching. Sam lay there hearing the car drawing nearer and was unsure what to do. If the driver looked in her direction it would be hard to miss a naked girl spread eagle on the black asphalt of the parking pad under what felt like a million watts of illumination even with the shrubbery lining the road. At the last possible second she managed to get to her feet and raced back to the relative safety of the oak throwing herself behind it just a second before a police car came into view. Sam lay on the ground behind the tree shaking and listened as the car continued down the street. As her heart rate began to slow she took stock of the situation. She was in shadow thanks to the tree but the lights would be on for almost ten more minutes. She also realized that her inner thighs and bottom were wet from the juices which were flowing from her pussy. A pussy which at the moment was practically throbbing. There was no controlling it. No waiting. Sam lay in the shadow of the tree rubbing her clit with one hand while burying three fingers of the other deep in her soaking wet hole. When she came she felt fluid gush out of her like her sister did in the video. It was the first time she had ever squirted and it was the most amazing orgasm she had ever experienced. She lay there panting trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Eventually the lights went back off. On shaky legs Sam made her way back through the gate and inside the house. Not bothering to go upstairs to her room she kicked off her shoes and dropped naked onto the sofa. As she drifted off to sleep she realized that reaching the mailbox would have to wait until tomorrow night. Sam woke the following morning naked on the living room couch. The events of the previous day came rushing back to her mind. She knew that she wanted to push herself further. She also knew that she needed to disable the motion sensor on the exterior lights before venturing into the front yard again. Grabbing only the long t-shirt from the day before she put it on then retrieved a step ladder from the laundry room. Walking out the front door with the ladder knowing the shirt barely covered her bottom Sam was instantly aroused. She climbed the ladder but couldn't reach the sensor without her reaching over her head. Raising her arms caused the shirt to rise, exposing her bottom to anyone passing by. Sam almost came on the spot. Trembling with excitement she finally managed to remove the motion sensor then climb down the ladder. That task accomplished, Sam went back inside removed the shirt and dropped it onto the couch as she passed. She returned the ladder to the laundry room then went out the back door for a dip in the pool. After a quick swim Sam toweled off and returned to her bedroom to continue checking the files on the DVD. She was looking for more ideas of places to indulge her newfound desire to be naked once she had finished exploring the front yard. Her plan was to lay down late in the afternoon and continue her adventures after midnight. After checking several pictures which were obviously taken in her sister's bedroom featuring her sister in nothing but a garter belt, stockings and heels Sam was again surprised. There was a picture of Sarah on her back, legs spread wide, feet in the air with a very large dark brown dildo shoved inside her pussy. Opening several following pictures Sam was able to get an idea of just how long and thick it was. Amazed at how much of it her sister seemed to be able to take she wanted to see it in person and hoped that it hadn't made the trip abroad with Sarah. Returning to her sister's bedroom she searched for it's hiding place. After checking what she considered the likely places, nightstand, lingerie drawer, under the bed, etc. she went into the closet. At the back of the closet was the only suitcase that her sister hadn't taken to school in Munich. Sam took it back to her bedroom and opened it discovering that her sister had an even wilder side than she had ever imagined. Inside the suitcase was a wide variety of sex toys including a wand with numerous attachments, restraints, assorted vibrators, butt plugs, several different sized dildos and of course the giant chocolate colored one from the pictures. Also present was a large bottle of lubricant. What shocked her the most however was a ten inch long strap-on dildo. Was her sister a lesbian? She had never thought of Sarah that way but she was quickly discovering that she didn't know her sister nearly as well as she once thought. Sam had never used a sex toy before but that was about to change. Picking up the huge brown dildo she was surprised by both its weight and thickness. She could only get her hand about half way around it. There was no way that thing would fit inside her. Placing it back into the suitcase she selected a smaller dildo that felt more like human skin and was approximately the same size as her last boyfriend. Sam lay on her bed and began to slowly rub the head of the dildo across her clit and up and down the length of her pussy. Once her juices were flowing enough to provide the needed lubrication she inserted the head of the dildo into her hungry slit. She began slowly moving it in and out going a bit deeper with each stroke until finally she was taking the entire length. While it wasn't as good as a human penis it was definitely better than her fingers. She continued for several minutes pulling the dildo out until only the head remained inside her then pushing its full length back into herself. While she was enjoying the feeling she had never achieved an orgasm without clitoral stimulation. Sam paused, leaving the dildo fully inserted, and looked in the suitcase for some additional assistance. She located a smooth silver bullet shaped vibrator and turned the black knob at the base. It began to vibrate while making a buzzing noise. Laying back, Sam continued to slowly fuck herself with the dildo but now placed the tip of the vibrator against her clit. Immediately Sam moaned as a feeling of pleasure more intense than she had ever experienced swept from her clit through her entire body. Unconsciously she began to pump the dildo more rapidly in and out of her now very wet pussy. In less than a minute Sam had a powerful orgasm. While not as powerful as she had the night before under the shadow of the oak it was still the second best she had ever experienced. Turning off the vibe and removing the soaked dildo from her pussy Sam got up from the bed and went into the bathroom to sponge off. Returning to her bedroom she knew if she stayed in the house she would not be able to resist the temptation to masturbate the day away. While not the worst idea in the world she was afraid if she did it would lessen her desire to continue her nude exploration of the front yard later that night. She decided a run would be a good way to both pass the time and get her tired enough to go to sleep in the afternoon to be rested for her planned late night adventure. Not bothering with panties she pulled on a pair of pink spandex running shorts and a pink and black sports bra. Socks and running shoes completed her attire. Quickly adjusting to being clothed she put her hair into a ponytail and headed out the door for a run. When running from home Sam followed a series of walking trails that the City maintained in the community. They were not completely connected which required about two miles of the five mile total to be run on sidewalks or the road. Sam would begin from her home, run to one end of the trail then turn around and run to the other end of the trail then run back to her house making the total circuit ten miles give or take. Always before when running she had worn panties. About a half mile into the run Sam noticed the difference not wearing panties made. Her tight spandex running shorts had worked their way up and were perfectly outlining her pussy displaying an obvious camel toe. Her first thought was panic but it was quickly replaced by a wicked feeling of excitement. She thought, "This could be my first chance to be in public and expose an intimate part of myself in a way that can be passed off as accidental." Thinking of people being able to clearly see the outline of her pussy made Sam become wet and her nipples harden. They weren't too noticeable as her running bra was designed to provide support for her 32D breasts but they would be visible to anyone that looked directly at her chest. As she turned off the sidewalk onto the first trail she could see an older man walking a dog headed in her direction. When she was within twenty feet of him Sam saw his eyes go to her crotch where they remained until she passed. Sam was so turned on that it was all she could do not to turn off the trail into the woods and find a place to masturbate. Thankfully the spandex material didn't show how soaking wet her pussy had become. A mile or so further down the trail a woman was jogging toward her. She looked to be in her thirties and very fit with short dark brown hair, small nicely shaped breasts and long firm legs. Sam had seen her on these trails many times before but they had never met. The woman had always seemed very focused and rarely made eye contact. As Sam drew near the woman looked her in the eye and smiled giving Sam a wink as they passed. Sam had never been with another woman or even had fantasies about doing so but at that moment all she wanted was for this woman to see her naked. Sam received several more appreciative looks during her run and by the time she was back home she was so horny that she couldn't wait another second. Going to her room she stripped off her sweaty clothes, picked up the dildo and vibe she had used earlier and went into to the backyard to the lounge chair by the pool. Laying in the lounge chair naked in the sun she began working the vibe over her engorged clit and furiously fucking her soaking wet pussy with the dildo. She came again in short order. After her orgasm she lay in the lounge chair for a bit recovering before eventually going inside for a shower. After drying off and wrapping her hair in a towel she went naked to the kitchen and fixed herself a salad. By now it was late afternoon. Setting an alarm for 12:00 am she went to bed and drifted off to sleep. She woke tingling with excitement. Sam was determined that this time she would make it to the mailbox at the street. Donning her running shoes but otherwise naked she went downstairs to the front door. The house was dark and Sam stood at the window looking out into the night. Once satisfied that no one was about, she slipped out the front door onto the porch and paused, watching and listening for the sound of a vehicle. Her nipples stiffened which she began to pinch and lightly twist as she stood enjoying the feelings running through her body. After several minutes she left the front porch and headed toward the driveway to her left. She could feel the juices from her pussy already beginning to seep down her inner thighs. She walked cautiously down the drive alert for the sound of an approaching car. None appeared. Reaching the mailbox without incident Sam paused to decide what to do next, The street was quiet and all the houses were dark. To her right there were only three houses between her and where her street intersected with a thoroughfare that ran between the northern and southern sections of the city. Thinking that at this hour on a Sunday night it should be pretty quiet Sam decided to continue down the street to the intersection approximately 200 yards away. Knowing that this would significantly raise her chances of being caught only fueled her excitement. Believing that the lateness of the hour would allow her to get away with it she set out for the corner. About one hundred yards away from her goal she heard a car quickly approaching on the thoroughfare. Sam froze looking for a place to hide but there was nothing in the immediate vicinity that would offer her any concealment. Headlights game into view moments before a car sped past the intersection and continued on its way without any indication that she had been seen. Sam was horny as hell, the inside of both her thighs were wet to her knees, her juices beading down them like sweat. She wanted to get to the intersection no, she needed to get to that intersection. Listening closely for any more approaching cars she continued forward eventually reaching the street sign at the corner. She was happy, horny and knew she wasn't done for the evening. Across the thoroughfare from the corner was a golf course attached to one of the two country clubs in the city. Sam had run on it many times in the late evening and was familiar with its layout. Quickly crossing the road and passing through the bushes that separated the golf course from the street she was feeling more confident. The golf course sat lower than the road so Sam had to make her way down a hill and through some trees to reach the fairway. The shrubs, trees and difference in elevation should prevent anyone driving by from seeing her on the course which was lit only by the quarter moon that had recently risen. Sam's destination was going to be the halfway house between the ninth and tenth fairways which was about four hundred yards from where she entered the course. Making her way along the fairway she felt exhilarated in the knowledge that she was completely naked in a public place that in just a few hours would have hundreds of people crossing it. Sam reached her destination at ten past one according to the clock above the entrance to the building. There was a dim light illuminating an area outside where sat concrete tables and benches. Climbing on top of one of the large tables she lay on her back looking up at the stars. Hands moving to her breasts she began gently squeezing and rolling her erect nipples. Sam felt safe here and wanted to take her time. After a couple of minutes her left hand continued with its nipple play as her right slowly began working its way down her body, fingertips tracing lightly against her skin. She shuddered as her fingers moved across her hip bone and eventually arrived at her clit. Briefly reaching lower she inserted the middle finger up to the knuckle into her wet pussy. Swirling it several times elicited a low moan from her lips. Removing the now well lubricated finger Sam brought it to her clit where she began to make slow circles around and across it. Making herself go slowly to savor the experience she alternated between rubbing her clit and finger fucking her pussy. After about ten minutes Sam's body could no longer take the build up of sexual tension caused by her public nudity and the ministrations of her fingers. Moaning loudly Sam's orgasm exploded through her body and she felt herself flooding the tabletop with cum. She continued rubbing her clit through the first orgasm rapidly climaxing a second then third time. Each brought more cum from her pussy but not nearly the amount as the first flood. Finally spent, she dropped her hands to her sides and lay there several seconds before pushing herself up to a sitting position to get a look at the wetness spread across the concrete table. That's when she saw the security guard. He was standing about thirty feet away, just at the edge of the ring of light, and was rapidly pumping his very erect very large cock. Just as Sam saw him a huge rope of cum erupted from its head landing on the grass several feet in front of him followed rapidly by several more. In a panic Sam began scooting off the table sliding through the puddle of her cum that was quickly seeping into the concrete. As her feet hit the dew covered ground she tried to run but lost her footing and fell in a heap knocking the breath from her lungs. Sam heard footsteps approaching and tried unsuccessfully to rise. The guard stopped still five feet from her and knelt down on the ground. "Are you okay miss?" he asked. Unable to speak Sam again tried to rise but once again her body betrayed her. "I won't hurt you miss, I just want to help you. You're not going to be in any trouble. My names Jim," he said. Still dazed she croaked out "Sam" without thinking that she had just given this stranger, who had just caught her masturbating naked on a public golf course, her name. After thirty seconds or so Sam's breathing began to return to normal though she was still quite winded. She moved into a sitting position feet on the ground and pulled up against her ass, knees up she wrapped her left arm around them and did her best to cover her breasts with the right acutely aware of how naked and vulnerable she was. When Jim saw that she seemed to be recovering he stood and backed away a few feet making a calming motion with his hands. Jim's actions helped to calm Sam somewhat. As she sat recovering her breath Jim walked over to a golf cart sitting near the spot he had been standing when Sam first spotted him. He retrieved a raincoat and returned tossing it to the ground about two feet from her. He then turned his back and walked another ten feet away. "Sam, you cover up with that if you want," Jim said. Sam crawled across the ground retrieving the raincoat which she draped over herself like a blanket. Jim, his back still turned, was speaking again. "I'm sorry I startled you. I really thought you was someone else. You see they's another lady that comes down here and puts on a show for me from time to time. When I saw someone down here I thought it was her. I got down here and saw you and assumed that she had told you about it and you come here to do the same." Jim's manner and the fact he had given her the raincoat to cover up with helped to reassure Sam and his story of another woman masturbating in front of him on a somewhat regular basis intrigued her. "Jim you can turn around now," said Sam. Jim turned and Sam was able to get her first good look at the man. He stood around six feet tall, was powerfully built with broad shoulders and large biceps. He had a shaved head, thick mustache and dark brown skin. If Sam had to guess she would have put his age in his mid fifties. He leaned back against one of the concrete tables crossing his arms across his chest. "So Sam," Jim began, "if that other lady didn't send you, what you doing down here? I don't see no clothes laying around." Sam hesitated but could think of nothing to say other than the truth. She told Jim of her past two days omitting how near she lived and the fact that she was alone in the house for the next month. When she finished Jim just chuckled and with a smile said, "Well Sam, I work Sunday through Thursday nights on this here course. Anytime you want to come down here and put on a show for old Jim you feel free. I promise not to touch you unless you was to ever ask me to. I can't promise not to touch myself though," he said with another grin. Jim's manner had put Sam thoroughly at ease now and his last comment had caused her to begin to feel aroused once more. "Tell me about the other woman that comes down here Jim. If you don't mind that is." "Oh I don't mind," said Jim. "She older than you, not old but older. Pretty lady, probably in her thirties. Got darker hair, taller, not as nice a chest though," he said again flashing a huge smile. "Are their any particular days she's here?" Sam asked. "No," Jim replied. "She pretty random. Sometime she here twice a week, sometime I don't see her for a couple of weeks. She usually here about this time of night though." Jim straightened from leaning against the table and said, "Well Sam, I got to go punch a time clock up at the office so they know I'm doing my rounds. Remember what I said bout visitin old Jim again. Oh and keep the raincoat, it may help you get back to wherever you come from." With that he flashed Sam another smile and returned to the golf cart, its electric motor carrying him silently into the night. Sam stood and slipped into the rain coat. It was made for someone much taller than her 5'2" height which meant that a fair amount of it was on the ground and walking in it would be difficult. Removing it she folded it up and carried it with her in case she needed it before reaching home. Setting off naked once again erotic thoughts were flying around in her head. Jim jerking his massive cock while she masturbated was a huge turn on for her as was the thought that out there somewhere was another woman who, like her, enjoyed being naked where she shouldn't be. Sam's return home was made without further incident and by the time she entered through the front door she knew that she would be seeing Jim again. She had a raincoat to return after all. Sam's Naked Adventures Ch. 02 Sam awoke a little after 10:00 am Monday morning having slept in after her adventure the night before. She got out of bed and after answering natures call walked naked downstairs to the kitchen. Her stomach was growling so she took a cup of strawberry yogurt from the fridge and sat down at the table to eat. After finishing her breakfast she went out to the pool to work on her tan and decide how to spend the rest of her day. She took a quick dip in the pool then dried off returning to her favorite lounge chair. As she lay naked she remembered that she still didn't have any sunscreen and made a mental note to run to the store for some. She didn't want to burn any sensitive areas that were not yet used to being exposed to the sun. Closing her eyes her mind drifted back to the events of the night before. Her being naked on the street, then on the golf course. The massive series of orgasms she had given herself on the table. Realizing Jim was watching her and seeing him stroking that big brown cock of his as it shot a huge load of cum onto the grass. Jim telling her of the other woman that came to the same spot to masturbate. All these thoughts aroused her and without conscience intent she parted her legs and began to slowly move her fingers across her clit while replaying the images in her mind. Sam had been lying on the lounge chair with her eyes closed slowly masturbating for about ten minutes, She was enjoying the sensation of her fingers against her clit while the warm sun heated her body. "So this is what you do all day when your parents are away huh?" Sam's eyes flew open as she sat upright on the lounge. Sitting on another lounge chair near the end of the pool with a big smile on her face was her next door neighbor Carol Poole. Since Sam's parents were going to be away for an extended period of time her mother had asked Carol to check on her. Carol was a successful author of romance novels who worked from home so it was no imposition. Thirty nine years old with two divorces behind her Carol stood 5'8" tall with blue eyes, long red hair, fair skin and a 36C-24-34 figure that turned heads wherever she went. Carol had knocked at the front door and when Sam didn't answer she had walked around back to the pool. That was when she saw the younger woman lying naked on a lounge chair masturbating. Carol had quietly sat down and unbeknownst to Sam had spent five minutes videoing her with her IPhone before putting it away and speaking. Sam grabbed a towel from the ground next to her and attempted to cover herself. "I was just...just...," Sam stammered. "I know exactly what you were doing," replied Carol still smiling. Sam flushed bright red and dropped her eyes in embarrassment wishing she could disappear. "Oh Sam stop," Carol said, "you are a beautiful young woman with a healthy sex drive in the privacy of your own back yard. There's nothing to be ashamed of. If I didn't burn so easily I'd strip down and join you, at least in the sunbathing that is," she said with a wink and another dazzling smile. "Besides Sam, it's not the first time this morning I've seen you naked although this view was much better than the ones I saw recorded on my security system." Sam's eyes shot up from the ground on which she had been focused, her stomach twisting into knots. Carol was giving her a mischievous grin. "You, you saw me.... last night?" Sam asked. "Oh yes dear, twice in fact from the security camera I have mounted at the end of my driveway. First walking away, your fit young body highlighted by that perfect round ass of yours then later, on your return, your beautiful perfect breasts swaying above your smooth bare pussy. You looked as though you picked up a raincoat somewhere as well. I must say, even though my security camera is HD, it doesn't compare to seeing you in person. You're magnificent!" Sam sat in a daze. "I'm fucked," was all she could think. Carol turned more serious. "Listen Sam. I'm not here to judge. Since your mother did ask me to keep an eye on you I need to know what's going on. What are you up to wandering around the neighborhood at night naked?" Carol asked. Sam sat silent for a few moments trying to come up with some sort of reasonable explanation for her actions. Finally, seeing no other way out, she told Carol everything. She told her about finding the DVD with the pictures of her sister. She told of her first halting attempts at trying to match her sister's uninhibited nature. Finally Sam told her of meeting Jim on the golf course. Carol listened to her story without comment. Sam finished talking and sat looking at Carol like a whipped puppy. "You must think I'm perverted and awful," Sam said miserably. Sam's words and the tone in which they were spoken shook Carol out of the erotic trance she had been in as she listened to the younger woman talk. She could feel the moisture between her own thighs and the cotton of her shirt against her nipples. Wanting to reassure Sam, Carol stood and quickly crossed the distance separating them. Sitting next to the younger woman she put her arm around her in a comforting manner and put a finger under Sam's chin lifting it so she could look into her eyes. "I think you're anything but perverted and awful, I think you're sexy and exciting and adventurous," said Carol. "Really?" Sam replied. "Yes, in fact I'm going to help you push yourself farther." Sam's eyes grew wide as she stammered, "What... what do you mean?" Carol stood facing Sam. "Come to my house tonight at 11:00 in exactly what you were wearing last night," Carol instructed. Sam began to protest but Carol immediately cut her off saying, "Now Sam, you wouldn't want me to have to reconsider all of this and decide that I need to inform your mom would you? See you at 11:00, don't be late. Oh, and bring your IPhone." With that Carol turned and walked out of the backyard leaving Sam with an odd mix of anxiety and sexual excitement churning through her. Once Carol left, Sam put on a t-shirt and shorts and spent the remainder of the day pacing around the house alternating between fear and excitement. As the evening passed the fear lessened and the excitement began to build. Finally it was ten minutes until 11:00 and she knew she had to face whatever Carol had in store for her. Sam, wearing only the running shoes from the previous night and carrying her phone slipped the two hundred feet through the wooded area dividing her home from Carols. Arriving on Carol's front porch at exactly 11:00 pm she rang the bell. Almost immediately the front door was opened and Carol ushered her inside. Carol was dressed in a light green tennis dress and quite obviously was not wearing a bra. "I have to say I don't think I could ever get tired of seeing you naked," she said with her dazzling smile. Feeling somewhat uncomfortable Sam replied, "I'm not a lesbian." "Neither am I Sam, I just truly appreciate the female form." "Okay," said Sam, "You want to tell me why I'm here?" "That's simple Sam, you're here for me to help you explore your exhibitionist side. The price for both my help and my silence however is that you do exactly what I say. Don't worry though, I promise I won't make you do anything you won't enjoy. Deal?" Sam considered her situation for a few moments before replying. On one hand she was concerned about the older woman having control over her and what actions she would have to perform. On the other hand she had to admit those same thoughts excited her. The excitement won. "Okay, you win. What do I do first?" "Follow me Sam, I guarantee you won't regret it. Unless you get caught that is." Flashing that dazzling smile again Carol walked out of the room with Sam following close behind. Sam followed Carol through the large house eventually arriving in the garage where Carol told her to get in the back seat of an SUV while Carol took the drivers seat. "I'll explain your task as we drive." While Sam was nervous she was somewhat comforted by the fact that the SUV had dark tinted windows. Carol drove through the darkened city explaining to Sam's disbelieving mind what she would have to do. "I'm taking you to the back of the high school and letting you out at the athletic complex. Once you're out of the car you will have to work your way through the ball fields, around the back and side of the school, cross the parking lot and go to the tennis courts. Once there go into the ladies room and open the paper towel dispenser. Inside you will find one of my favorite toys. Take it onto one of the tennis courts and make a video of you using it to make yourself cum. Once you're finished send the video to me and I'll pick you up at the guard shack in front of the school. Simple right?" Sam sat in stunned silence. Finally she managed to form some words. "Are you insane? There's almost always one or two people using the track up there even in the middle of the night! Besides that I don't know that I want you to have a video of me masturbating." Carol pulled the car over and stopped. Without speaking she removed her own cell phone, went to her videos and proceeded to play Sam the video she secretly took of her masturbating by the pool. "Why should that bother you when I have one already?" Carol asked. "As far as people being at the track at night well doesn't that add to the naughtiness of all this?" Sam sat silently considering her options, "What happens if I say no? Are you going to send that video to my parents?" "Of course not dear. I'm going to upload it to a number of porn sites," Carol replied with her great smile. Bowing her head in acceptance of her fate Sam answered, "Lets go to the fucking high school." The rear entrance to the high school was located just off an interstate beltway that surrounded the southern part of the city. No businesses are located near immediately outside the entrance making it fairly secluded. Carol drove her SUV into the parking lot of the athletic complex and stopped near the walk leading to the concession area. No other vehicles were in view. Sam exited the vehicle as Carol spoke, "Remember, you have to send me a video of yourself on the tennis court cumming with the toy I left for you before I will pick you up. Have fun dear!" With a flash of that smile she drove away leaving Sam in the parking lot wearing nothing but running shoes and holding her phone. Quickly Sam moved up the concrete path into the athletic complex. Once out of the parking lot and in the relative safety of the area around the concession stand she paused to consider how to move forward. Now that she was here and alone the fear began to subside replaced by the excitement of being nude in a public place. Reaching between her legs she confirmed it by feeling the moisture of her pussy. "Sam you've got to be crazy to be enjoying this," she spoke into the night. Moving slowly and stopping often to listen for sounds indicating anyone else was around, she crossed the remaining ball fields to a set of concrete stairs. The stairs led up to the drive that separated the school from a soccer field and the athletic complex. Halfway up the fifty or so steps Sam froze. Was that music she was hearing? It was faint and when after several minutes it didn't seem to be getting any closer she slowly continued up the steps. Nearing the top she began to hear other noises, voices, and were those moans? Reaching the top of the steps she determined the noises were coming from her right. Moving slowly she peaked around the shrubbery that bordered the drive. Fifty feet away a white Audi convertible sat parked in the middle of the drive facing away from her. About ten feet in front of it sat a Jeep. That, however wasn't the first thing she noticed. What Sam first noticed, bathed in the headlights of the Audi, was the bare ass of a young man, his pants around his ankles. He was fucking a young woman who was bent over holding on to the tire mounted on the back of the Jeep. He was apparently doing a good job by the sound of her moans. Sam immediately felt herself get even wetter than she already was. She was in the shadows and well hidden so she stayed where she was watching the scene. After several minutes the couple changed positions to the side of the Jeep. This allowed Sam a better view of them both. She knew them. Zach and Elana had graduated with her but she hadn't been close to either of them. Zach had been on the high school soccer team. He was six feet tall with blonde hair, very fit and from what Sam could see now was very well endowed. Elana, a leggy brunette with a dancers body had, naturally, been on the school dance team. She was completely naked. Zach had lifted Elana up and pressing her ass against the side of Jeep was in the process of giving her a good pounding. Elana was obviously enjoying it if her moans were any indication. Feeling wicked Sam lifted her phone with her left hand and began to video them. Her right hand however moved between her legs and her fingers played with her clit. She watched the couple fuck having no idea that they had an audience enjoying the show. After several more minutes Elana was getting louder, almost yelling, "YES, YES, YES, FUCK MEEEEE, I'M CUMMING!" Zach fucked her even harder as she came. As soon as her orgasm subsided Zach let her down and she dropped to her knees grabbing his large cock and pointing it at her face she began to furiously jerk him off saying, "Give it to me baby! I want that cum!" That was all Sam could take as her orgasm hit. Somehow she managed to keep quiet as she came, squirting for the third time in her life. Zach held out under Elana's relentless attack for a minute longer then erupted covering Elana's face and breasts with his cum. Zach immediately pulled up his pants while Elana remained naked. After several minutes spent catching their breath Elana reached into the car and retrieved a dress. She used it to wipe the cum from her face and body then put it on. Once done Elana got in the convertible and Zach in the Jeep. They drove away not knowing there was a third person they made cum that night. After the cars left Sam stayed put for several minutes replaying the scene in her mind. Even though she recently had a huge orgasm she was still extremely horny. Hornier than she could ever remember being. All she wanted at that moment was to get fucked right then and right there. She realized a couple of other things as well. The first was she wanted someone to see her here, the second was that she was no longer angry with Carol for setting this whole thing up. She sent Carol a text that read: "You were right! I'm loving this! Here's a video but not of me yet. Enjoy this one for now and mine will follow a little later." With that she sent Carol the video of Zach and Elana. Sam knew from experience that the most likely place to find someone this time of night was the track that circled the football field. Her initial plan had been to stay as far from it as possible. Plans change. Leaving the stairs she set off in the direction Elana and Zach had driven. Reaching the back corner of the school she carefully peaked around making sure the coast was clear to continue. She wanted to be seen but still had not decided how to go about it. Walking carefully down the slight hill beside the school she approached the track. Her heart began beating faster, there was a car parked in the space closest to the track entrance. She made it to the corner of the school. She was in the shadows where she stood but the track blazed with light. She couldn't see the far end of the track from where she was so she waited, hoping that the owner of the car was jogging. She didn't have to wait long. He came into view within a minute, jogging easily. Shirtless, in running shorts and shoes, he appeared to be in his early thirties with dark hair and was muscular without being bulky. He was perfect for what she intended. Sam let him run past and waited to make sure no one else was using the track. She let him make two more laps and still no one else appeared. The next time he passed she made her move. Letting him get in front of her by thirty yards or so she left the shadows and began jogging behind him on the track making sure to set a marginally quicker pace. Her 32D breasts bounced in time with her steps. As she closed the distance between them Sam thought to herself that there were two ways that this could end, one good and one bad. Sam got to within five yards of the other runner when he sensed someone behind him and glanced briefly over his shoulder. His head then quickly snapped back over his shoulder to make sure he saw what thought he saw. When he did he tripped, landing in a pile on the track. "Oh my God are you okay?" Sam asked as she ran up to him kneeling down at his side. Rolling onto his back he looked at her with eyes as big as saucers, "You're naked!" he said. Sam giggled and replied, "Yeah, yeah I am." "What are you doing here like this?" Sam replied slowly stressing every word, "Are - You - Okay?" The man shook his head side to side seeming to regain some composure, "I'm not hurt. I'm also not sure I'm awake. Are you real?" Sam giggled again, "You're awake and yes I'm real, I'm Sam." ,she said holding out her hand. "Gary." he replied taking Sam's outstretched hand. Sam stood and helped Gary to his feet. He looked her up and down smiling and said, "Never in my wildest fantasies would I have ever imagined being lucky enough to run into someone like you here. What are you doing here like this?" "I'll tell you the story but not right here, there's too big a chance someone else will show up. Will you walk over to the tennis courts with me? I'll explain as we go." "Sure, absolutely!" From the track entrance to the tennis courts was about two hundred yards straight across a dimly lit parking lot. Gary's eyes roamed up and down Sam's body the whole way. For her part Sam kept stealing looks at the impressive tent that had appeared in Gary's shorts. As they walked Sam offered as an explanation that she had lost a bet to a friend and had to make her way naked from the athletic complex behind the school to the tennis courts and then perform a task. She also told him about seeing the couple having sex behind the school. "Those cars were leaving as I got here. So what is it you have to do once we get to the tennis court?" Gary asked. "I have to make a video. That's where you come in. I want you to video me with my phone." "Not that I mind one bit but couldn't you have just done that by yourself and made it out of here without me seeing you?" "Well," said Sam, "I guess I could have but it would be more difficult. See the video is going to be me making myself cum with a sex toy so my hands are going to be busy." At that Gary stopped in his tracks eyes as big as saucers again. "No shit?" was all he could say. "No shit," replied Sam, "Still willing to help?" "Hell I wouldn't miss this for anything! Let's go!" They arrived at the tennis courts a few moments later. Sam disappeared into the restroom and quickly located a black rabbit vibrating dildo in the paper towel dispenser. Returning to Gary she held up the rabbit. "Well this is a first for me. I've never used one of these before. What am I saying, this whole night is a first for me," Sam laughed. She glanced down at Gary's obvious erection, "Listen Gary, you've been really great and I need to ask one more favor from you. I've been really horny ever since I saw that couple fucking earlier and I have to cum on this vibrator for the camera to settle my bet. The favor I'm asking is this. Would you fuck me and before you cum pull out and let me jerk you off on my face and tits? I think it will make the video of me with this toy even hotter if I'm covered with cum." It took Gary all of two seconds before replying, "Oh hell yes!" Sam took Gary's hand and led him to the net at the center of the first tennis court. Kneeling in front of him she grasped the top of his running shorts slowly pulling them down and freeing his cock. Once free of the elastic it sprung up revealing an eight inch long, thick circumcised cock. Sam's fingers couldn't completely close around it. Opening her mouth she took the head in swirling her tongue around as Gary moaned his approval. She could taste the saltiness of his sweat from his run. After thoroughly wetting it she stood, turned away from Gary and bent over grabbing the net. "Please fuck me Gary. I really need it!" She didn't have to ask twice. Gary positioned his cock against the wet opening of her pussy. Slowly he inserted the head. "Oh Gary please don't be gentle, I need to be fucked!" With that Gary grabbed her by the hips and began thrusting his cock deep into Sam's young wet hole. Over and over again, her wet pussy squeezing his shaft, he hammered into her as Sam offered encouragement. "Yes Gary, like that, fuck me like that!" Between her young hot body, tight pussy and verbal appreciation Gary knew he wasn't going to be able to last long. He managed to fuck Sam furiously for several minutes and he knew he was getting close to climax. Pulling out he said, "I'm close Sam!" Sam spun around, dropped to both knees and took his cock back into her mouth to the back of her throat tasting her juices on his shaft. Slowly she moved her head back sucking hard until the head came out of her mouth with a pop. Looking up into Gary's eyes she began vigorously jerking his cock with her right hand while playing with his balls with the left. In less than thirty seconds Gary let out a loud groan just as the first large spurt of cum hit Sam on her left cheek. The second was divided between Sam's open mouth and chin as she continued jerking the cock aiming it lower on her body. Five more spurts landed glistening on her breasts. When Sam had emptied Gary's balls she made a show of swallowing then smiled and said, "Tasty, those balls were really loaded. Time for my show, get my phone ready." Gary pulled up his shorts and did as Sam asked. Leaning back against the net with her legs spread wide the dildo easily slid inside Sam's well lubricated and slightly stretched pussy. Turning it on she was pleasantly surprised to feel the shaft rotating inside her and the vibrating rabbit ears hit her clit perfectly. Still very turned on from the hard fucking she had received shortly before, she was ready to cum within two minutes. She fucked herself through that orgasm and continued to a second five minutes later. The second causing her to squirt a flood onto the court. As she lay against the net recovering she smiled up at Gary and said, "Thanks, I needed that." "Anytime." was all Gary could manage in reply. Her task accomplished she bid goodbye to Gary not wanting him around when Carol picked her up. He went reluctantly and only after Sam told him if he didn't go she wouldn't pay him another visit in the future. The hope that she would show up for a surprise fuck down the road finally convinced him. With Gary gone Sam sent the video he had taken to Carol along with the message that she was ready to be picked up. Carrying the dripping wet dildo in one hand and her phone in the other she walked up to the guard shack to wait. Carol arrived in less than three minutes. Sam approached the SUV and Carol motioned her into the front seat. Sam opened the door and the interior light revealed a naked Carol. Sam got in and closed the door. Looking over at Carol she asked, "Is there any particular reason why you're naked?" Reaching over Carol whipped a finger across Sam's face recovering a large glob of Gary's cum. "Looks like you made a friend." Carol said with a smile before sucking the cum off her finger. "I just love the taste of cum don't you?" she asked. "I'm learning that I do," replied Sam. "Now why are you naked?" Carol pulled the SUV into a parking space and replied, "I thought I'd join you for the ride home but first things first. Give me the dildo." "It's still really wet, sorry," Sam replied handing over the toy. "Good! I was hoping it would be," Carol replied as she scooted forward on the seat, spreading her legs and shoving the length of the still glistening wet dildo deep inside her pussy. She then opened Sam's video on her phone which was mounted on a holder on the dash, started the video and powered up the toy as Sam looked on in wonder. Watching Carol pleasure herself to her video was one of the most erotic things Sam had ever seen. She watched as Carol's breathing began to get deeper, her fair C cup breasts with their bright pink nipples on the end rising and falling. The black dildo moved in and out of her pussy with it's neatly groomed red "racing stripe" of pubic hair above. Her deep blue eyes were fixed on the device as she watched Sam have her first orgasm on camera. The scene aroused feelings in Sam that she had never felt before. Suddenly the idea of having sex with this woman was all she wanted. She began to finger herself as she watched Carol's climax near. When Sam had her second on camera orgasm Carol climaxed also, her entire body shaking as she did. Catching her breath she looked over at Sam who was rubbing her own clit, "May I borrow that toy again?" Sam asked. Never taking her eyes off Sam, Carol slowly pulled the dildo from her pussy and handed it to the younger woman. Sam took it and slid it into her own drenched hole and began fucking herself as Carol put the SUV in drive and headed for home. Sam had another orgasm just as the SUV turned onto their street. As Carol pulled into Sam's driveway to let her out Sam looked at her nervously and asked, "Would you like to come come in for a while?" Carol flashed her winning smile and said, "I thought you weren't a lesbian." Then laughed and continued, "Sam, there's nothing I'd like more than to go inside with you and spend the night exploring every inch of each others bodies..... but I can't, not tonight anyway. I have to leave mid-morning and drive to Atlanta for a meeting with my editor so I have to get some sleep. I'll be back in a couple of days and, if you're still interested, then I'd like nothing better than picking up where we're leaving things off tonight. I'll call when I get home." Sam got out of the SUV and stood naked watching Carol drive away. Turning she went into the house, up the stairs to her room, kicked off her shoes and crawled into bed. Falling asleep she was thinking of how good that black dildo looked sliding in and out of Carol's fair body.